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The Mystery of Ph. D, Mtv, and the video for I Won’t Let You Down.

Back when I was 11, I had a bit of a crush on Jim Diamond, lead singer of the Mtv rising stars, Ph. D. What? So he’s a little weird looking? I like weird looking.

Totes hot, am I right? Please say yes.

Totes hot, am I right? Please say yes.

The problem with having a crush on Jim Diamond of PH. D.  was that by the time I was 11 and a half, Mtv stopped playing their video, and never played them again. What’s that you say? Teen Beat?! Ha! Teen Beat would never publish a picture of Jim Diamond. They were too busy finding new un-airbrushed* photos of Ralph Macchio. No. For a 12 year old girl in America in 1982, Ph. D. were as unattainable as wine coolers and earth-tones. 

Then, quite few years later, came YouTube. The first Ph. D. gem I dug up was Little Suzi’s on the Up. The video combines a sweet-as-candy story of a couple getting ready for a night of competitive ballroom dancing, with the competing and creepy stories of a stalker dance judge and a sassy saxophone player/ hairdresser obsessed with something that only looks like pickled eggs.

Despite the meat, motorcycles, and whatever the hell was in that jar, I only had vague memories of that video. The video that I vividly remember was for I won’t Let You Down. It also featured a bit of stalking, but it was by a cartoonish assassin who follows our intrepid hero as he begs forgiveness from his too-tall girlfriend.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYYGBbUsoFs

Um…what the hell was that? It’s like what would happen if Roman Polanski’s inner psyche was caught on film. No. Wrong. Let me try that again.

HOLY CRAP! What am I looking at and why the hell am I looking at it? Why are they in a theater, and how many minutes do I have to look at it? Let’s try again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7UHXEQSXaZ4

Ah! That’s better.  And see? The cartoonish assassin didn’t really want to blow up Jim Diamond with a plant; he only wanted the girl–the cold, mean, dog-obsessed girl. But still…cute, right?

But it makes me wonder. What is the meaning of those other videos? Were they submitted to Mtv, only to be turned down? In the early ’80s? When Mtv was playing Steve Miller’s Abracadabra on heavy rotation? It makes no sense. But it does explain why Mtv stopped playing Ph. D. Maybe Diamond and company were so sick and tired of being turned down, they started acting really snippy. Here’s how I imagine it started:

Mark Goodman: Here in the studio, a band that is soaring up the charts never, I’m sure, to fall back to earth, Ph. D. Jim, how does it feel to be the latest Mtv darling?

Jim Diamond: Fuck you, Mark. Your head looks like pubes.

And then he dissed Martha Quinn, and that was the beginning of the end.

I’m just guessing, of course. Jim Diamond is still around, still making music, still kind of cute in a weird way, and icing on cake, makes music for disadvantaged children. 

I suppose I could just ask him, but I’m scared.

*Old Teen Beat photos are like a Comstock Lode of Proactive “before” pictures.

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EG Daily Chooses a Lap on The Voice.

 

No, Cee-Lo. No Large Marge here.

Our girl EG in all her fine-tuned, raspy glory.

If you expected the freaky-deaky celeb judges  to turn their space-aged bordello chairs around, point, and yell “Dottie!” before her song was over, then EG Daily’s performance on The Voice approached John-and-Yoko-hosting-The-Mike-Douglas-Show levels of surrealism.  Didn’t watch? Be prepared because If you are like us, and you’ve always been a fan of Miss Daily, it will freak your shit out to see how long it takes them to figure it out. You can skip to the three minute mark, or you can be lazy and read my interpretation. Full disclosure: I have never seen The Voice, but I’m sincerely sure that it is the finest chair-based talent show on television,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lZdRdcLVgU

DOTTIE!

DOTTIE!

That's right bitch!

That’s right bitch!

Michael Jackson Jacket Head Tat says, "huh?"

Dottie! Come over here and sit on my lap.

Don't sit on his lap. He looks like Elton John ate Michael Jackson.

Don’t sit on his lap. He looks like Elton John ate Michael Jackson.

That's not even a lap. It's a portal to Pepperland.

That’s not even a lap. It’s a portal to Pepperland.

Hee hee! I'm a big sexy Blue Meanie.

Hee hee! I’m a big sexy Blue Meanie.

Come sit on my lap. I've just had it re-carpeted. It smells like Vitalis and leather polish.

Come sit on my lap. I’ve just had it re-carpeted. It smells like Vitalis and leather polish.

 

I'm going to go with the guy who doesn't look like he just ate a submarine full of mod rockers.

I’m going to go with the guy who doesn’t look like he just ate a submarine full of jovial English lads.

Are you talking about me? I didn't eat that submarine, I just tossed it into the Sea of Sexy Muppets. ...Is anyone else on ludes right now?

Are you talking about me? I didn’t eat that submarine, I just tossed it into the Sea of Green. By the way, is it just me, or do I look like a Sexy Muppet?

No, not a Muppet.... What do you call them things? They have them in the inner city. Dogs like to pee on them....

No, not a Muppet…. What do you call them things? They have them in the inner city. Dogs like to pee on them….

A child?

A child?

No. Not that...it's shorter and harder.

No. No..it’s shorter and harder than one of those.

A food truck?

A food truck?

 

I'm pretty sure it's a fire hydrant.

I’m pretty sure it’s a fire hydrant.

Yes! A sexy fire hydrant! That's what Cee-Lo looks like.

Yes! A sexy fire hydrant! That’s what Cee-Lo looks like.

That's why I'm going to sit on your lap, you sexy fire hydrant in a Thriller jacket.

That’s why I’m going to sit on your lap, you sexy fire hydrant in a Thriller jacket!

Really? You know I just crushed small Japanese fishing village, right?

Really? You want to sit on my lap? You know I just crushed small Japanese fishing village, right?

Not so fast, Missy. Sh. Shhh! Don't fight it. Just let the Vitalis do it's work.

Not so fast, Dottie. Sh. Shhh! Don’t fight it. Just let the Vitalis do it’s work.

If you Lerlines were paying attention, you noticed two things. One, I may have gotten a few of the smaller details wrong, and two, EG did not even mention the role that made her a true Slumber Party Princess: Loryn from Valley Girl. Nice try, EG. Check her out rocking the zebra-print panty and camisole set that she didn’t want you to see.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ZLLhobAkSM

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Britney Trivia for Miss Danger’s Birthday

In honor of Jody Danger’s  birthday, I thought I would post a trivia question that she put out on Facebook recently. It was in reference to Crossroads, the 2002 girl-powered road movie that Britney Spears adorably referred to as her “first” movie. It was kind of like Thelma and Louise  except Crossroads had a pregnant girl and (double spoiler alert) no one drove off a cliff.

Which one of us is the pregnant one? I forgot.

Which one of us is the pregnant one? I forgot.

The first question she asked was “What Song were Britney and her friends singing along to in the car in Crossroads?” (Not the *Nsync song…and not the Sheryl Crow song.)

This is so much fun! Let's NEVER jump off a cliff.

This is so much fun! Let’s NEVER jump off a cliff.

It was immediately answered by one of our uber-hetero friends, but, because he was just so darned butch, we thought he was complaining about our estrogen-laden conversation. Turns out he was just being exactly right.

(Moral of the story? Don’t judge a book by it’s macho cover.)

So Jody asked a harder question. What song was Brit singing into her cereal spoon while dancing around in boy shorts at the beginning?

Stop. Before you say Ace of Spades by Motorhead, remember it wasn’t this Britney:

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HAWT!

It’s this Britney:

Also hawt, but less badass.

Also hawt, but less badass.

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And no. It wasn’t the song she sang for the incredibly fortuitous karaoke contest.

Wait…. There was a hint in that screen cap. Did you catch it?

See it, now?

See it, now? Look close! … I’m pretty sure you are looking in the wrong spot.

No? Okay.

Here’s a more obvious hint.

Did you guess yet?

Did you guess yet?

This is wrong.

This is wrong.

Here. I’ll give you another little hint:

Curiouser and curiouser.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Here’s a BIG hint:

Come on. You know it. You know you know it. Don't you?

Come on. You know it. You know you know it. Don’t you?

And now….

Here is…

The answer:

Did you know it?

Paint the peacocks black because Eileen Brennan is gone.

Well Lerlines. It’s happened. The amazingly talented, funny, and totes hot Eileen Brennan is dead at 80. Her online obits are all touting the Oscar nomination she earned for her role as the perpetually seething Captain Lewis in Private Benjamin.

The difference between you and Eileen is she makes that tree hat look good, girlie.

The difference between you and Eileen, girlie, is she makes that tree hat look good.

But we all loved her  most as Mrs Peacock in Clue, and the fact that she wasn’t nominated for that role is a crime against comedy. Also, her soup spoon should have won a Proppy. Also, there should be an award called The Proppy.


Remember when I said she was totes hot? I wasn’t just whistling Dixie. No one, and I mean no one, can fake French like Miss betty DeBoop of the hardboiled, star-studded comedy The Cheap Detective, which should definitely be on your Slumber Party movie list if it is not already.

So now, in honor of Eileen, all the songs I sing today will be in la la la la form. Try it! It really works for Down by Jay Sean. Oh, and Lose Yourself by Eminem…of course.

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful filibuster.

When Wendy Davis took a preparatory pee (I’m assuming and probably right) and slipped on her comfy shoes so she could stand for the women of Texas, for 13 mother-humping hours, it brought a tear (or two or three) to my eye. But there was something ab…OKAY! Fine. I admit it. I cried like I was watching the end of Benji or Savannah Smiles. Happy now?

Why as a matter of fact, no, Senator Dickhead, I do not need to pee.

Why as a matter of fact, no, Senator Dickhead, I do not need to pee. I have not even begun to hold my urine.

Where was I? Oh yes. It reminded me of something. A slumber party movie? That scene in 9 to 5 when the ladies get away with kidnapping their boss while inventing the concept of on-site day care? No. It was an older movie. A classic. That scene in It’s a Wonderful Life where the townspeople give George the cash his drunk uncle (or, as he would be known today, drunkle) lost? Nope. It was this scene:

See? In this case, the Texas republicans are the nazis and Wendy Davis is Victor Laszlo. (Only instead of 13 hours, it took about a minute). Vive l’Austin!

Warning for Parents: Grease!

This is a public service to parents considering letting their kids watch Grease. No. Don’t worry about Rizzo’s pregnancy scare. Your kid isn’t going to understand 60s slang terms like “defective typewriter”, “PG” and “peachy keen jelly bean” so just chill about that, will you? Also, mellow out about Greased Lightning. Sing the lyrics loudly if you want. Let’s be real, it’s no worse than Milkshake or The Whistle Song. Besides, if it’s on basic cable, they’ll edit all the dirty parts…except for “get off my rocks”. I don’t know how that slipped past the censors. Maybe they thought Zuch and the boys planned on taking Greased Lightning out off-roading in the Bad Lands.

I'm sorry. Did you just say stud?

I’m sorry. Did you just say stud?

Don’t worry about any of that crap…until the end. Just stop the whole thing right after the big race. Just let your kid think that Sandy ends up with white Lorenzo Lamas* and Danny ends up with drag-queen Rita Moreno. It’ll be better than letting it roll to the final scene. And no, not because the final message is “The chain-smoking whore gets the guy”. Your kid will need to find that out eventually. I’m talking about the carnival…complete with old school rides like the Tilt-a-Whirl, the Ferris Wheel, The Whip-a-Lash…or whatever. I let my seven year-old daughter watch it three weeks ago, and every single day, she begs me to enroll her in a High School with an Amusement Park. She’s not letting it go. Where am I going to find one of those in San Francisco? LA maybe…but San Francisco?

I guess I should just be thankful that she hasn’t asked me for a flying car…yet.

Hang Spang. Spangdy Spam Be Bot.

Hang Spang. Spangdy Spam Be Bot.

 

* You know that Sandy’s blonde jocky boyfriend was played by Lorenzo, right? Because we covered this.

Did that happen? Was there a gospel musical with Ellen Greene and Steve Martin?

Wait. Did that really happen? Was there really a movie starring Steve Martin as a charismatic preacher and Ellen Greene as a rocker turned fake Amy Grant or was it just something they made up to scare kids in Sunday School? What was it called? Leap of Glory or something? On the real? No. It didn’t happen. You are mixing up two movies…three if you count Little Shop of Horrors.

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Glory Glory was a 1989 made for HBO movie with John Boy as a goody-goody preacher and Ellen Greene as a bad-to-the-bone metal turned gospel singer with the voice of an a very weird angel.  (You can check the trailer  if you are brave enough to watch 2 second snippets of Greene snorting coke from her fist and sucking some dude’s toe.) Leap of Faith was a 1992 movie that opened in actual theaters starring Steve Martin’s preacher character from his early open-mic days and Debra Winger as Holly Hunter’s character in Broadcast News.  Seriously. Watch this if you don’t believe me.

Hmm? What’s that? You thought you saw Meatloaf playing a jaded musician? Of course you did. The Loaf played a bus driver in Spice World, you think this role was beneath him? Come on, now. Huh? Now what? You just realized I called Ellen Green’s voice weird. Duh! Keep up, Lerlines! But, you know, in a good way. Look, I love Ellen. I love her voice, and I love the uberly earnest way she ramps up to a callous rocker growl, but this song SUCKS. I defy you to find a tune.

What was happening at the end? Yes. An actual abortion. That was back when movies didn’t wuss out and push the preggo character considering the fast train to abortion city down the stairs. I’m looking at you, Citizen Ruth and every Soap Opera ever. But did you notice how sucky the song was? No? You were focused on her jeans and strange religious lyrics? Look, that stuff wasn’t weird if you realize that it was based on a pre-cross-over Amy Grant. Don’t judge us lest ye be judged, bitches. We liked Amy Grant, whether she was singing about Jesus or  some guy named Baby Baby, Peter Cetara or Vince Gill. Speaking of Amy, it is Friday Morning Video time, isn’t it? Mwa ha ha! Here she is pre-cross over:

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Sorry, but you asked for it, Lerlines. You really did.

Fringed White Leather. Who Wore it Best?

When I posted about Cindy Mancini’s fringed suede outfit that the plot of Can’t Buy Me Love turned on, I was remiss in not mentioning that Sloane Peterson also wore white fringe dead cow skin in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. But who wore it best? I think that all that fringe, combined with the matching tube top, makes Cindy look like a hooker with a law degree*. Sloane, on the other hand, looks like she rolled a roadie from The Steve Miller Band before getting dressed that morning.

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I can’t decide. What do you think, Lerlines?

* You know I’m working on my pitch for Cinnamon’s Justice as we speak. The tag line is going to be “Hey baby, wanna lawyer?”

Get Well, Tim Curry! We need you.

No need for eyeliner.

No need for eyeliner.

Lerlines! Tim Curry has had a stroke. Apparently, he’s doing just fine, but OH! What a shock! We need our Tim Curries hale, robust, vibrant and as healthy as possible. Here…watch him play the delightfully prim Dr. Pool in Oscar, another movie in which he did what he does best–stealing every scene he’s in.

The Five Stages of Bugsy Malone

It should come as no surprise to any of you Lerlines that a gal who enjoys blogging about Flashdance and Purple Rain also enjoys watching Dancing with the Stars. I enjoy it immensely.

What is not to love?

What is not to love?

However, last week when Ingo Rademacher (you might remember him as the blonde point in the Brenda/Sonny/Jax love triangle from General Hospital) danced the Charleston to Fat Sam’s Grand Slam, I had flashbacks. Not the good kind, like when you hear a Paul Williams song and you suddenly remember all the words to Rainbow Connection as well as the song Gonzo sang at the campfire. And, now that I think of it, not the really bad kind, like when you watch a car crash through a remarkably flimsy “bridge out” sign to jump a dry creek bed, and you remember that Paul Williams was in Smokey and the Bandit, and you can’t get Little Enos’ mustache out of your mind. … Or the name “Little Enos”.

It haunts you.

It haunts you.

No. I’m talking about the kind of flashback where you hear Paul William’s Fat Sam’s Grand Slam, and you remember that there was once a movie called Bugsy Malone (written and directed by a pre-fame and pre-Fame Alan Parker), and suddenly you go through it all again. The five stages of Bugsy Malone.

1. Mild curiosity.

"Oh hey. A young Scott Baio and a young Jodie Foster in a period piece. I'm stuck in this hospital bed/jail cell/ crippling depression maybe I'll watch it"

“Oh hey. A young Scott Baio and a young Jodie Foster in a period piece. I’m stuck in this hospital bed/jail cell/ crippling depression. Maybe I’ll watch it”

2. Amused confusion.

"Um...where are the adults. I mean it's starting to look like a gangster movie made with all children actors...for some reason, but..... Nah! It couldn't be THAT!"

“Um…where are the adults? I mean it’s starting to look like a gangster movie made with all children actors…for some reason, but….”

Nah! It couldn't be THAT!

Nah! It couldn’t be THAT!

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Because that would be weird and pointless.

Holy crap! Does that kid have a KID?!

Holy crap! Does that kid have a KID?!

3. Shocked Realization

These kids are in some pretty adult situations.

These kids are in some pretty adult situations.

Very adult situations.

Very adult situations.

Oh my BOYZONE!!!

Oh my BOYZONE!!!

Was this legal...even in the 70s?

Was this legal…even in the 70s?

4. Detached Rationalization.

Maybe Parker is trying to say something about sensationalized violence in movies by using whip cream instead of bullets.

Maybe Parker is trying to say something about sensationalized violence in movies by using whip cream instead of bullets.

It makes sense.

It makes sense.

Sort of.

Sort of.

Oh, but hey!

Oh, but hey!

Those cars are pretty cool. I wish I had one of those when I was a kid.

Those cars are pretty cool. I wish I had one of those when I was a kid.

Oh. They're just pedal cars.

Oh. They’re just pedal cars.

I did have one of those. Mine didn't have a chauffeur, though. I crashed it into a few frog ponds and then it got rusty.

I did have one of those. Mine didn’t have a chauffeur, though. I crashed it into a few frog ponds, and then it got rusty.

5. Devastating Trauma

Oh look. An adorable child is singing. Wait. That's not his voice. It's familiar, and creepy...OH GOD. It's Paul Williams!

Oh look. An adorable child is singing. Wait. That’s not his voice. It’s familiar…odd and creepy…OH GOD. It’s Paul Williams!

That’s right. There is no acceptance in the Five Stages of Bugsy Malone. Just pure horror. Look, I take Paul Williams very seriously. He was the voice of a generation and a national frigging treasure, and when he dies*, I’m going to listen to Rainbow Connection over and over and cry like a baby…a very sad baby. But I don’t know why, but his voice is SUPER CREEPY. Maybe it’s because his singing style was honed in the 70s and is so devoid of irony that it reeks of festering sincerity. Maybe it is that he looks and sounds like a corporeal muppet.

Spot the non-Muppet. It's harder than you think.

Spot the non-Muppet. It’s harder than you think.

Whatever it is. That voice…coming out of a little kids mouth. Horrifying. Why couldn’t Kym have chosen a different song to Charleston to? Why Kym…WHY?!

So…cold. So…horrified.

*That’s right, Lerlines. He’s still alive.