It’s been another bad weather week in New Orleans. I’m actually looking forward to what is forecast to be a hot weekend because I’m so tired of rain and being weather-aware. Hell, it’s not even hurricane season yet. Btw, my name is on the hurricane list and I don’t mean my pen name, Adrastos. I’m not displeased, I don’t mind scaring people.
Beatles month continues with one by George Harrison. He wrote this week’s theme song for The Beatles 1966 album Revolver. It was their first record to take a walk on the experimental side, especially in Lennon’s songs. George’s lyrics for I Want To Tell You are somewhat surrealistic hence the Max Ernst featured image. Max is my go-to surrealist.
We have four versions of I Want To Tell You for your listening pleasure: The Beatles original, George live with Eric Clapton’s band, The Smithereens, and Jeff Lynne from the Concert For George.
Like George, my mind is filled with things to say. I’ll share them after the jump.
George Harrison was the underrated Beatle, so I thought I’d compensate by posting another great Harrisong. I paired it with Roger McGuinn’s cover because George often called If I Needed Someone his Byrds song. Roger returned the favor with a splendid version.
We begin our second act in earnest with another swell piece by the Atlantic’s McKay Coppins.
Justice Bro Redux: Brett Kavanaugh is still an outcast in all but extreme right-wing circles. That’s what happens when you’re revealed to be a rapey drunk. His exile from polite human society was accelerated by the temper tantrum he threw during his confirmation hearings. His confirmation process was such a clusterfuck that it got its own First Draft category: The Kavanaugh Mess.
Clarence Thomas’ confirmation hearings were just as searing but Thomas doesn’t care what people think about him. Brett Kavanaugh does. It’s unclear if he wants redemption or revenge. McKay Coppins has the details at the Atlantic.
We move from rape to rapture.
The Rapture Beat: I’m alternately repelled and fascinated by religious fanaticism; It’s never been a part of my life. I’ve never understood the appeal of the rapture or the end times.
There’s a fascinating autobiographical piece on this subject at Slate by Joshua Rivera. He grew up in an evangelical family, left the church, and moved on. But he’s still interested in *why* people find the rapture so alluring when it should be repellant.
The last word of our second act goes to Blondie with a song that has nothing to do with Armageddon but why not close on an upbeat even rapturous note?
We begin our third act with our favorite stolen feature.
Separated At Birth Casting Edition: The Cheneys are back in the news. I name checked Christian Bale calling the former Veep Satan in my Ride With The Devil post.
Here’s Bale in the movie Dick and his own personal Beelzebub.
I haven’t seen that movie and I’m not sure if I want to. It was bad enough living through the Bush-Cheney administration.
I’ve posted this Sparks song before, but I cannot resist a repeat showing:
Dig those crazy cat heads, cats and kittens.
The Movie List: This week’s list honors the most obscure player to make the Odds & Sods movie list. Whit Bissell was prolific appearing in 324 films and teevee shows. He was never a star. Hell, he was rarely listed as a top 5 cast member, but he was always good and always Whit.
Whit has become something of a cult hero at Adrastos World HQ. I squeal with excitement whenever I see his names in the credits. Not really, but I’m always glad to give the Whitster a shout-out. WHIT BISSELL.
Here’s Whit held hostage by Neville Brand in Don Siegel’s Riot On Cell Block 11:
I restricted the Whit list to movies in which he received screen credit. The poor boy was occasionally uncredited, which would have me at my Whit’s end if I were him.
My Top Ten Favorite Whit Bissell Movies
- Seven Days In May
- Brute Force
- The Magnificent Seven
- Riot On Cell Block 11
- He Walked By Night
- The Sellout
- Soylent Green
- I Was A Teenage Werewolf
- Creature From The Black Lagoon
His full name was Whitner Nutting Bissell. No wonder he went by Whit.
It’s a pity that Dave Edmunds didn’t name check Whit in this song:
Saturday GIF Horse: Whit Bissell was in the Trouble With Tribbles episode of Star Trek. He’s the chap in the orangish jump suit.
Here’s Whit in one of his biggest roles. This time in a bad movie, I Was A Teenage Frankenstein.
I hope y’all are proud of me for not making any vacuum cleaner jokes. Oops, I blew it. So much for my chances of making a clean sweep.
Now that I’ve had my Whit Bissell fix, let’s watch some videos about real movie stars.
TCM Clips Of The Week: It’s a double dose of Doris.
The last word of the Doris Day segment goes to Doris Day singing a Cole Porter song:
Saturday Benign Earworm: What Is Life is perhaps my favorite solo Harrisong. I can’t get it out of my head so I’m sharing it. Don’t worry, it’s not painful.
Let’s close down this virtual honky tonk with some more music.
Saturday Classic: A bona fide classic that opens with a Harrison rocker: “Ha, ha Mr. Wilson. Ha. ha Mr. Heath.”
That’s all for this week. The last word goes to the Fab Four in an image from A Hard Day’s Night. Run, Beatles, run. Yeah, yeah, yeah