I like Marilyn Monroe’s voice. Could she sing? Yes but I doubt if she could have carried a Broadway show. On the mp3 collection I have the Some Like It Hot soundtrack & Very Best of Marilyn. Best includes her sweet River of No Return & her sexy Heat Wave – I’ve always wanted to say ‘Pablo! Chico!’ & have those hot men come to me 🙂 She did her own singing in films – no Marni Nixon for her. She could have had a chanteuse life a la Blossom Dearie but, I suspect, liked confidence in her vocal ability.
Another blond bomb shell who did her own singing is Jayne Mansfield. Here I have ‘Too HOT to Handle!’ Can she sing? Does say, Katy Perry sound okay without studio production? Jayne recorded a few lps & did sing in some of her films & had the confidence to keep singing. Her songs are sexy, suggestive & fun. She’s more rock-a-billy than rock & good campy fun.
Sticking to the movies I added the soundtrack to Singing’ in the Rain – which has great songs, not all of which were written for the film by the way. Ooh its Gene Kelly splashing in the rain 🙂 His voice is appealing in the same way Marylin’s was. A bonus is the Broadway Melody ballet complete.
Now we go deep into the Valley of the Dolls. I have the soundtrack which was fine though the title song here is sung by Dory Previn. None of the actresses in the movie did their own singing though. But Patty Duke did realize an lp of her own singing Songs from Valley of the Dolls – it is clear why she was dubbed in the film 🙂 A workable voice & in those days they didn’t have producers who could have autotuned her into Madonna. Finally I do have Dionne Warwick’s lp Valley of the Dolls which includes the actual version of the title song. It was a huge hit for her & is the stand out track on this lp.
Haven’t seen the film? Watch it asap & then search out Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls for more delicious music & overwrought emotional soap. Both perfect pandemic escapism.
Cooler Part 3
“What the fuck is this?” It was Jack. Just after twelve Jack liked to do a cash pick up. He didn’t think it wise to have too much cash floating around. He was holding Will’s can. “Check your bright ideas out with me first, asshole.”
“You said …”
“Never mind what I said. You knew I was just trying to get rid of that drunk jerk. Jesus!” Jack shoved the can on top of the cooler.
“You on the rag, or what?” Carl said.
“What’s it to you. You … oh shit.” He dropped the bills he was trying to count. He bent down to pick them up.
Carl was handing a customer a beer when Jack stood & knocked the beers with his head. One spilled on him. Carl laughed. Jack was enraged.
“That does it, to dum faggot cocksucker.” He swung his fist fast Carl, the cooler door popped open & Jack’s hand slammed into it, skinning his knuckles. “Oh fuck.”
The door shut on its own. Carl grabbed for some paper towels, but Jack shoved him away.
“Leave me the fuck alone.” He started go. “Keep that hospice shit out of sight. All this talk about AIDS AIDS, fucking AIDS, is making me sick. The guys come here to get away from all that. Jesus, Carl, this a place for escapades, escape, not fucking reality.”
“Hey man, this beer tastes weird.” Frank banged his bottle on the counter. “The first swallow was fine but then …”
Instantly Carl knew. “More piss.”
“You fuckers are up to something.” Jack looked from Carl to Frank.
“Hey!” another guy Carl had just sold a beer to exclaimed. “This bottle is hot!”
Jack grabbed the bottle & dropped it. “Jesus. It burned my hand.”
The cooler began to hum loudly with a high-pitched squeal. Electric sparks flew from the sides into the crowd.
“Christ, my cock ring is freezing my nuts off.” One guy unzipped his pants.
“Oh God!” Another shouted. “Something is pulling my tit clamps off. My …”
What he was saying was lost in a louder groan from a man whose leather harness was shrinking & biting into his skin.
“Unplug the fucking cooler.” Jack snapped.
Carl was reaching to do so when an electric flash lifted him & sent him flying over the bar. He blacked out.
He came too with Jeff pressing a damp cloth to his head. He glance at his watch: 12:33. He figured he had been out for about five minutes. The music was louder, faster & slightly distorted. He could hear Jack cursing & sputtering on the other side of his station. With Jeff’s help he got up.
“What the fuck is going on?” Carl mumbled, pushing men away to see over the counter of his bar.
Jack was on his back. The cooler door was wide open, with Jack’s feet jammed into the bottles on the bottom shelf.
“Get me up.” Jack thrashed about.
“Weird witch vibes.” Frank crossed himself.
Jack’s button-fly buttons popped off one by one.
“It’s a floor show.” Someone yelled. “Take it off, Jack baby. Let’s see that meat.”
“This is no fucking floor show, you assholes. Get me out of here.”
Carl tired to get under then over the counter but was pushed back.
“Get it up yourself, honey.” Someone called.
Jack’s jeans tore along the inseams & up to the crotch. His shirt was yanked open. His face went white as teeth marks appeared around his nipples. Blood oozed from fresh bites on his chest that were working their way down.
“What the fuck do you want?” Jack screamed, as the bites got closer to his cock.
The cooler vibrated & Will’s can fell, landing on Jack’s chest.
“Is that it?” Jack gasped. “Is that all? We’ll fill the bar with them.” He sobbed. “I’ll do it.”
The cooler shuddered & a deep moan came from it, “Swear!” There was a puff of frosty steam. It repeated. “Swear.”
“I swear. Fuck. I swear. I’ll give condoms with every beer. Anything.” I line of ice raced up each his legs hitting him in the balls.
“Swear.”
Jack writhed.”I swear, as long as I live I won’t forget this.”
His feet dropped out of the cooler. The door shut.
There was a smattering of applause.
“David Copperfield, he ain’t.”
“Interesting, but needs work on the ending.”
Jeff helped Carl pull Jack to his feet. The music got louder as Jack unsteadily crawled out from behind the bar.
A leather guy was banging on the counter. “Who does a guy gotta whip to get a beer around here.”
Carl ducked back under. Opened the cooler door and pulled out an Export. “Here you go Dutch.”
“Have we met?” Dutch asked.
“I don’t think so.” As Carl answered he saw that Will’s can was back in place. The sign on it now read:
Will’s Hospice Fund
As long as there’s a willy
There’ll always be a way
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