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Show-Me Hollywood -- Missourians in Hollywood on Missouri Day

Posted by Eric Brightwell, October 16, 2013 12:00pm | Post a Comment
Happy Missouri Day! I was not born in Missouri but I count myself fortunate to have grown up there, moving to the Show-Me State from Kentucky when I was four and staying until I was sixteen. Of course, I ended up moving west (St. Louis is the Gateway to the West after all) to the great state of California, following in the footsteps of many before me. For this blog entry, I'd like to honor Missouri natives who worked in Hollywood film.

Pendersleigh & Sons Cartography's Map of Missouri

Also, there's some sporting event involving a cricket-derivative going on right now between Los Angeles and St. Louis -- arguably the greatest cities in their respective states (well, arguable in St. Louis's case). So forgo your animal-style friesCool Ranch tacosFrench Dipskogi tacos, and Mission burritos for one day and prepare a feast of BBQCherry Mashesgooey butter cakeOzark PuddingSt. Louis-style pizzaSt. Paul sandwiches, and toasted ravioli as we honor the Missouri-Hollywood connection.


MISSOURIANS IN HOLLYWOOD HALL OF FAME

   
(l-r:
 Akon, Alice Joyce, Arch Hall Sr., and Barbara O'Neil)


   
(l-r: Basil Poledouris, Bert Convy, Betty Garrett, and Betty Grable)


   
(l-r: Brenda Joyce, Burt Bacharach, Cecil Cunningham, and Cedric the Entertainer)


   
(l-r: Charles "Slim" Whitaker, Chingy, Chris Cooper, and Cliff Edwards)


   
(l-r: Craig Stevens, Cy Kendall, Dan O'Bannon, and David Sharpe)


   
(l-r: Dee Wallace Stone, Dennis Weaver, Diane Brewster, and Dianne Wiest)


   
(l-r: Dick Gregory, Dick Van Dyke, Dolores Michaels, and Don C. Harvey)


   
(l-r: Don Cheadle, Don Johnson, Doris Roberts, and Dorothea Kent)


   
(l-r: Eddie Griffin, Edward Pawley, Edwin August, and Ellen Drew)


   
(-r: Ellen Foley, Eulalie Jensen, Fannie Ward, and Frances Guihan)


   
(l-r: Frank Faylen, Fred Berry, Fred Kohler, and "Classy" Freddie Blassie)


   
(l-r: Gene Gauntier, George Hearn, Georgia Hale, and Geraldine Page)


   
(l-r:
 Ginger Rogers, Goodman Ace, Grace La Rue, and Hall Bartlett)


   
(l-r: Harry Goz, Harry Babbitt, Helen Martin, and Isadore "Friz" Freleng)


   
(l-r: James Gunn, Jane Novak, Jane Wyman, and Janet Jones)


   
(l-r: Jason Wiles, Jean Harlow, Jenifer Lewis, and Jim Bannon)


   
 (l-r: Joe Besser, Joe S. Camp, Jr., Joel Huggins, and John Ashley)


   
 (l-r: John Beal, John Goodman, John Hamm, and John Huston)


John Kander   
(l-r: John Kander, John Milius, John Pankow, and Johnny Haymer)


   
(l-r: Johnny Johnston, Josephine Baker, Joy Harmon, and Joyce Holden)


   
(l-r: Julia Montgomery, June Clyde, Kasi Lemmons, and Kathleen Turner)


   
(l-r: Kathryn Adams, Kay Thompson, Ken Page, and Kevin Kline)

   
(l-r: King Baggot, Krista Tesreau, Lance "Lance Rock" Robertson, and Larry McCormick)


   
(l-r: Laura La Plante, Lee Falk, Leslie Charleson, and Lige Conley)


   
(l-r: Lincoln Kilpatrick, Linda Blair, Linden Chiles, and Lori Saunders)


   
(l-r: Lottie Briscoe, Lucas Grabeel, Luther Henderson, and Margaret Campbell)


   
(l-r: Marguerite Churchill, Marian Ainslee, Marian Shockley, and Marjorie Beebe)


   
(l-r: Mark Linn-Baker, Marsha Mason, Marvin Miller)


  
(l-r: Mary Treen, Mary Wickes, Matthew Betz, and Maya Angelou)


   
(l-r: Melanie Fullerton, Mike Nader,  Mildred June, and Monique Gabrielle)


   
(l-r: Morris Carnovsky, Moses Gunn, Mykelti Williamson, and Nathaniel Taylor)


   
(l-r: Nicholas Worth, Noah Beery, Olive Young, and Patricia Farr)


   
(l-r: Patsy Ruth Miller, Phyllis Fraser, Phyllis Smith, and  Pooja Kumar)


   
(l-r: Ray Young, Redd FoxxRobert Altman, and Robert Cummings)


   
(l-r:  Robert Guillaume, Robert Lowery, Roberta Sherwood, and Ronald Stein)


   
(l-r: Rosemary Theby, Ruth Warrick, Sally Long, and Sandahl Bergman)



Sara Shane   
(l-r: Sara Shane, Scott Bakula, Sean Gunn, and Stan Brakhage)


   
(l-r: Stephanie E. Williams, T-Bone Burnett, Taylor Momsen, and Teddy Infuhr)


   
(l-r: Todd Newton, Todd Susman, Tommy Rall, and  Ub Iwerks)


   
(l-r: Vincent PriceVirginia Gibson, Virginia Mayo, and Walker Edmiston)


   
(l-r:  Wallace Beery, Wallace Reid,  William Christy Cabanne, and William S. Burroughs)


  
(l-r: Wilton Graff,  Winston Miller, and Yvette Vickers)

   
(l-r:
 Marshall Bruce "Eminem" Mathers IIIDan Gilvezan, David Koechner)

 
Edie McClurg and Debbie Lum



*****

No picture yet:  Al Hirschfeld, Alan J. Levi, Allan Melvin, Andreas Katsulas, Anita Barone,Anthony Cistaro, Arthur Morrison,  Ben Baker, Betty Lynne, Bobb'e J. Thompson,  Brian Vincent, Carlton S. King, Chip McAllister, David Burton Morris, David Rollins, Del Andrews, Edythe Sterling, Elizabeth Kerr, Elsa Benham, Eric Kilpatrick, F. Richard Jones, Frank Converse, Fred S. Fox, Harry Depp, Harry Harris, Irving Baker,  Jack Danon, Jan Duggan, Jim Finn,  John Hancock, John Stix, Jules Buck,  Lawrence H. Woolner, Leroy J. Prinz, and Lew Kelly, Martine Bartlett, Nicholas Corea, Norbert F. Brodin, Otto H. Fries, Paul Yawitz, Philip Roth, Porter Strong, Richard Shepherd, Robert Vaughn, Rochelle Firestone, Shelby Storck, Sr., Victor "Denver Dixon" Adamson, Violet LaPlante, William Fairbanks, William Gibberson, William Lowery, 


Honorary Missourians not actually born in Missouri: Brad Pitt, Cornell Iral "Nelly" Haynes, Jr., Jenna Fischer, Steve McQueen, Tina Turner, and Walt Disney, 

*****

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Posted by Job O Brother, September 6, 2010 01:39pm | Post a Comment

I love everything.

For whatever reason, I am suffering from a rare case of writer’s block. This is my second attempt at writing an Amoeblog today, the first being a page-long history of the adoption of our second cat, Maybe. By the time it had devolved into a story about how she had murdered my family, I finally put a stop to it. I hate cute stories about cats – psychotic or otherwise.

But it leaves me at square one, which is totally my least favorite square. Square eight is the place to be. It’s the one with lemonade.


Here's a picture of lemonade to look at with your eyes. (You're welcome.)

Even though I have no idea what to write about today, since this is the Amoeblog, I know I must introduce music, film or TV into the subject matter, so let’s start with these things:

Yes, that is Phylicia Rashad, (then Phylicia Allen) singing a song from her album, Josephine Superstar, a disco-concept-album merging the music of Josephine Baker with dance beats. I don't actually have an opinion on this one way or the other, but I thought you were old enough to know about it.

But here is something I really love:

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Father's Day (contains spoilers)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 20, 2010 09:16pm | Post a Comment


It's a Hallmark card not yet writ

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(In which Job hocks some shiny spit.)

Posted by Job O Brother, April 1, 2008 12:31pm | Post a Comment

I don’t have much time this week; I’m nipple-deep in spring cleaning. I won’t sleep until this apartment shines like the top of the Chrysler Building.

As with everything I do – from cleaning, to cooking, to not doing math homework, to faking my way through a treatment of complicated parapneumonic effusion and pleural empyema by video-assisted thoracoscopic surgery – I do it with music.

Here then, are some of my favorite things to hear when I’m wielding a Swiffer or yanking my Toilet Duck:










While I was polishing my silver bullet collection, I couldn't help but notice that my fellow Amoeblogger, Billyjam, posted an interview with me, which you can read by pressing the word "perambulator" in this sentence. It's really too kind. My only complaint is that he neglected to include the scratch 'n' sniff portions.

Now then, back to cleaning. When I'm done, you're all invited to my house for pickles and chainsaws. It's not really an "activity" per se, just two things I have way too many of.

Love, Job.

(Dans quelle Job feint pour savoir le fran├žais.)

Posted by Job O Brother, May 10, 2007 11:17am | Post a Comment
My cat is driving me crazy.

So anyway, about French pop music. A lot of you hipsters know and love Edith Piaf and Serge Gainsbourg and, though technically not French - we’ll not poils fendus – Josephine Baker. But the newness of discovery is spoilt when you realize that all your hipster friends have the same “obscure” French records you do and are just as prepared to profess their love of them over Jack & Cokes at whatever red-wallpapered hole-in-the-wall bar y’all frequent.

You want an upper hand. You want to show your dear, dear friends you’re a little better than them. And you want to sleep with one of them, but they don’t know it and you can’t tell them because, for one, it would wreak havoc with a couple of your friendships, and two, in your heart of hearts you know that they would never really love you back. Not really.

My cat seems to think that everything in this house is a scratching post except his scratching post.

So anyway, about French pop music. I’m no expert, but I’ve been around, and can offer a few new voices to enjoy that, though well-known in France, aren’t quite as obvious a choice stateside.

A particularly glamorous option, and one that lends itself well to barroom conversation (i.e.: showing off) is that blonde bombshell, Suzy Solidor.

She opened a Parisian nightclub in the early 1930’s, Boite de Nuit, which became all the rage. She held the [questionably factual] title of “most painted woman in the world”, with portraits being realized by some dude named Picasso, and the most famous by Tamara de Lempicka...


See? You knew the painting, but you assumed the woman in it was just another cabaret-cruising, syphillus-spreading harlot that took a break from swilling back absinthe to get her portrait painted, when in reality she was a successful businesswoman and popular chanteuse.

Recordings by her can be found in the world music section of Amoeba Music. And while you’re there, check out Lucienne Boyer.


Of the two singers, Boyer’s is the voice I more adore. You may recognize her most famous recording, “Parlez-moi d’amour” as the first track on the “Henry & June” soundtrack, located in the heavy metal section of Amoeba Music.

I mean, soundtrack section. Sorry, but my cat keeps jumping into the kitchen sink, which is distracting. He apparently thinks he’s going to do some dishes or something, which is improbable since he’s got no thumbs. You’d think he’d learn from his “I’m going to knit a scarf” fiasco, but no.

So anyway, about French pop music. I realize both these singers hail from an earlier time period than Piaf or Gainsbourg, but it’s what I’ve got for you today. I already mentioned contemporary artist Jorane in a previous blog, and you still haven’t even gotten one of her albums, so don’t get all snippy with me. I swear, between you and my cat…

Is that it? Are we done for today? Okay. Well, as they say in France, “Un fromage est un aliment moulé, obtenu à partir de la coagulation du lait suivie ou non de fermentation. C’est un aliment riche en calcium. On fabrique du fromage à partir de lait de vache principalement, mais aussi de brebis, de chèvre, de bufflonne.”

Gotta love them, no?