It’s been a long week at Adrastos World HQ. I’ve been tidying up my study/home office to make it easier for an AT&T tech to upgrade my internet service. It’s a daunting task. I’m a notoriously bad housekeeper so I’ve discovered dust bunnies the size of the late, great Paul Drake as well as the odd desicated peanut and Cheerio under the desk and book stacks. Clutter thy name is Adrastos.
Because of my clean-up attempt and hours spent watching the inauguration, I’m keeping this short by ditching our second act altogether. Who has time to write about longread-type articles when you’re at war with dust and clutter?
This week’s theme song is a lesser-known John Hiatt rocker. It’s a particular favorite of mine. It’s a road song that was written in 1997 for the Little Head album.
We have two versions of Pirate Radio for your listening pleasure: the studio original and a 1997 live version with Hiatt’s then crack band, the Nashville Queens:
While we’re being all piratical and shit, here’s ELP with a prog pirate song:
It’s time to shiver me timbers and jump to the break.
Hiatt named checked Otis Redding and Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell in Pirate Radio.
First, Otis with a Rolling Stones song:
Here are Marvin and Tammi with a song more associated with Diana Ross:
We begin and end our second act immediately. Not to worry: it’s on hiatus, not gone for good. I’d send it to Florida but I’m afraid it would run into the newest Florida Man: the Impeached Insult Comedian.
We begin our third act with our favorite stolen feature.
Separated At Birth Casting Edition: Pride Of The Yankees was a prestige picture in 1942 starring Gary Cooper as Lou Gehrig.
The baseball scenes aren’t altogether satisfying but what’s not to love about a movie with Walter Brennan and Teresa Wright in the cast. No wonder Coop as Lou considered himself “the luckiest man in the world, world, world.”
That was my feeble attempt to replicate the stadium echo effect in writing. We don’t have a special effects budget here at First Draft. So it goes.
The Movie List: If you were expecting a list of baseball flicks, you guessed wrong. I’ll save that for another time. But I have one more thing to say about baseball movies: the least convincing performance by an actor as a ballplayer was by Anthony Perkins as Jimmy Piersall in Fear Strikes Out. Perkins was fine in the off-field scenes, but swung the bat like an arthritic 90-year-old.
I’d apologize for the extended digression but it’s part of my charm, so I won’t. It’s a pirate’s life for me.
My Top Ten Favorite Pirate Movies
- Captain Blood
- The Sea Hawk
- Pirates Of The Caribbean: The Curse Of The Black Pearl
- The Crimson Pirate
- Treasure Island (1950)
- Long John Silver
- The Island
- Blackbeard, The Pirate
- Against All Flags
- The Pirate
The list is heavy with films featuring Errol Flynn and Robert Newton. They were both close friends of David Niven who wrote a great deal about their often-drunken exploits in his two brilliant Hollywood memoirs: The Moon’s A Balloon and Bring On The Empty Horses. If you’ve never read either, do yourself a favor and read them. Tell them Uncle Shecky sent you.
I’m obviously feeling digressive today. Better than regressive.
Hop on your motorcycle and get ready to ride. I’ll stand on the sidelines and cheer you on. Klutzes do not ride motorcycles. I do, however, like leather jackets.
Saturday GIF Horse: Here’s Marlon Brando in The Wild One.
It’s a pity that the GIF doesn’t show Brando’s response, “What you got?”
Are you ready for some biker music?
Let’s dismount and see what Michael Imperioli and Steve Schrippa are up to.
Talking Sopranos Moment: Two of my favorite Sopranos characters are the mother-daughter team of Janice and Livia. Here’s Aida Turturro Talking Sopranos about Nancy Marchand:
Tweet Of The Week: It comes from me. I’m fond of drummer jokes and I have a good-natured target in my friend Kyle.
I doubt it. I’ll always be a malcontent drummer FIRST.😂
— Kyle Melancon (@kyle_melancon) January 21, 2021
It’s time to reward Kyle by posting a live tune featuring his favorite drummer, Bill Bruford, when he was in King Crimson:
I was nearly a jerk and posted some live Springsteen with Mighty Max Weinberg on drums but Kyle hates the Boss. I don’t get it but that’s the way it is. Apparently, Walter Cronkite is as puzzled as I am.
Speaking of jerks, John Hiatt wrote a song about one. Here’s Rodney Crowell’s version:
It’s time for a new/old feature. I’m burned out on vintage music videos so let’s talk earworms instead.
Random Benign Earworm: I think of Nights On Broadway as a prog-pop/R&B song. Talk about genre hopping. It also marked the first appearance of Barry Gibb’s unearthly falsetto.
Let’s close down this virtual honky tonk with some more music.
Saturday Classic: Bring The Family was the first John Hiatt album I ever bought. It remains one of my favorites BUT it contains my least favorite Hiatt song Have A Little Faith In Me. I prefer sardonic Hiatt to sincere Hiatt. I realize that royalties from this oft-recorded song are John’s de facto retirement account, but I still don’t like it. So it goes.
That’s it for this week. The last word goes to Errol Flynn in Captain Blood.