Ever get a song stuck in your head? You try to shake it but it plays for days on end. Last week I was chatting with a longtime resident of my neighborhood. Can’t remember what lead up to it but he gestured towards sparkling ocean, bobbing sailboats and said: “I was living here a long time before it became a tourist attraction. Do you remember how this looked in the 80s?” He launched into a parable featuring crack cocaine, rogue cops, Ronald Reagan’s War on Drugs. “The po-lice used to smash battering rams straight into dopehouses.” he reminisced. “They didn’t care who was in there – families, babies, whatever – they just smashed in before anyone could flush the drugs.” I listened with rapt attention, not entirely sure if he was exaggerating for effect or perhaps citing one or two isolated occurrences. He noticed my uncertainty. “Remember Batterram?” he asked. I didn’t think so. “You don’t remember Batterram?” he said with surprise. “C’mon.. ” he tried again. “Batterram!” As a last resort he pulled out his phone and played this video. Immediately engrossed I watched the entire presentation without speaking. Ever since then I hear Batterram in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, and in conjunction with any long, tubular object that crosses my field of vision (that happens a lot):
OK, I’m joking around a bit with the photos (have to include some nudie pics) but Batterram the song has staying power. Lol.. you’ll be singing it at your office if you watch this oddly compelling proto-music video.
Going to bed now but will return very soon to answer post comments. Sorry I have fallen behind on that – I do enjoy reading your thoughts. In the meantime I have put Land of Cameron on sale for $19.99 (normally $34.99) and added both Return to Sparta starring Ariel X vs. myself and Story of Now to my Diamond Club Members’ Area. Hope everyone is having a great week!
After studying words doorman glances through accompanying photographs, stunned by their content. Each shot features lingerie-clad woman posing in suggestive manner, expression unreadable. Despite model’s heavy makeup, lack of clothing doorman immediately recognizes her as quiet, longtime resident of unit 206. Within weeks police have launched investigation into woman’s disappearance. Apartment 206, tidy and undisturbed, yields no clues. Years later neighbors still struggle with unsolved mystery. Did tenant vanish by choice or under duress? Each photo and every verse contained in now infamous package seems to offer a contrasting clue to her fate..
Also new this week:
Video Deal of the Week is Secrets of Isis 1 – on sale for just $10.99 (normally $20.99)
Grateful to report that I am once again showering in hot water. While jogging this morning I noticed some street art which features “Winter Bathing” as its caption (top pic.) Think scene comes from an old (perhaps 1920s?) postcard or brochure used to promote tourism in the beachside community where I live. Did pick up a useful habit during hot water outage: shaving legs in a bucket – saves so much water. Last night I set up my bucket and watched Blonde Ice (1948) starring Leslie Brooks.
Last night I discovered that Wake-up Call from my Diamond Club Members’ Area is not streaming correctly. Tech support is working on the problem. Sorry for the delay. The unexpected glitch did prompt me to reread the promotional text I had written for the video. Hooboy.. those words bring back some memories. To put them in perspective I will share that my New Year’s resolution for 2009 was to consume alcohol only 5 days a week instead of 7 days a week. I kept the resolution until April 2009 when I started drinking every day again. Around that time my friend Victoria, slightly older than me and a formerly heavy drinker, commented: “You will slow down eventually. It will reach a point where that lifestyle just doesn’t suit you any longer.” Her opinion proved correct. I rallied again. By 2010 I no longer felt much compulsion to drink. I still partake occasionally but not very often.
Taken from the 2009 catfight diary of Tanya Danielle: “This past Friday Goldie Blair and I were shooting a custom video. During a short break I stretched my muscles in a corner of the ring. ‘Oh, look, it’s Tanya Danielle.’ someone called out in a harsh, mocking tone. ‘Where have you been hiding your pathetic self?’ Slowly I turned to see who would dare address me in such a disrespectful manner. The malevolent brown eyes of Christine Dupree burned my face. She leaned casually against a turnbuckle as we glared at one another. Christine broke the staredown and allowed her eyes to travel up and down my body. I hate to admit that I felt self-conscious as she sneeringly evaluated me. Christine looked good, really good. Obviously she had been training hard during the four or five years that had elapsed since our last meeting. I, on the other hand, could not remember the most recent time I had seen the inside of a gym. Since mid-2008 I’d been spending my days inside a strip club and my nights inside an unending bottle of Stolichnaya. The expression on Christine‘s face revealed her delight at how much I had deteriorated. Slowly we approached each other and began circling in the center of the ring. Christine was talking a bunch of smack but I don’t even remember what she was saying. Without warning I flew at her and landed a vicious kick to her midsection before she could even try to protect herself. ‘You’ll never be able to respect yourself again after an out-of-shape alcoholic kicks your ass!!!!’ I screamed at her. The photos taken during our encounter show the intense, violent nature of our mutual hatred. We were moving so fast during our fight that much of it must have looked like a blur to the small assortment of shocked bystanders on the set that day. We went back and forth, trading the upper hand so many times that my head still spins when I think of it… ”
The first three episodes of Adventures of Terra are now playing inside my Diamond Club Members’ Area. I mention this not only because they are awesome, (Stacy Burke plays diabolical supervillainess Lynx in these premiere episodes of the series), but also because I am retiring Terra’s signature sequined thong. You can own a piece of cinematic history by bidding now. This thong got around. Before becoming a key part of Terra’s official supersuit it appeared in numerous videos and magazine layouts, even on the cover of Tail Ends magazine. That particular issue of Tail Ends is not included in the auction but the winner will receive the sequined thong itself plus a truly stunning amount of other exclusive memorabilia.