Tim Cappello

Tim Cappello is a body-building saxophone player who became famous as the Greased-Up Sax Man in the 1987 movie, The Lost Boys. Early in the film, the protagonist attends a concert on the beach, where Tim plays and sings, "I Still Believe." 

 

As far as I'm concerned, Tim is the only reason to watch the movie more than once.

The scene does have its over-the-top aspects: smoke, chains, head-banging surfers, incessant gyrating, and of course, all that body oil.  It's been heavily-lampooned, most recently by Jon Hamm on Saturday Night Live, but I don't care, and I don't imagine that it bothers Tim much, either. 

Judge for yourself. Watch the YouTube video clip at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDrTT5KbJfc

From 1984-1999, Tim was featured in Tina Turner's band. In 1997, I had a chance to see him in the flesh, at a Tina Turner concert in Salt Lake City. I guess Tina was there somewhere on the stage, but I can't remember noticing anything about her.

And, here he is from the back.

What is it that attracts men to the leopard-skin loincloth? Here's Tim in the requisite caveman outfit.  You Tim.  Me Jane.

Boy Crazy

I was ten years old when I first heard the term "boy crazy."  Mrs. Hansen, my 5th grade teacher, was describing a classmate, Linda, and was warning my mother that Linda had exerted a bad influence over me. I don't remember the rest of their conversation, because I was busy thinking: a) I didn't need Linda to point out that boys were interesting, and b) what's "crazy" about being interested in boys?

Flash forward 55 years, and my friend Carol and I are standing in front of the coffee house where our poetry group meets.  Carol uses the term "man crazy."  Suddenly, I'm transported back to 5th grade and realize that I am--as the song goes--"still crazy after all these years."


This month's blog posts are dedicated to crazy-generating men. Let's begin with two obvious choices.
Top: Unidentified man featured on a postcard from someone in Russia who calls himself "The Siberian."
Above & below: Rugby player Sacha Harding, recently chosen as Britain's "Manliest Man."

Although Sacha has been featured in several gay magazines and blogs, he is straight. Here's a link to an interview with him: http://www.seattlegayscene.com/2011/11/ben-cohen-dethroned-sacha-harding-is-now-our-uk-athletecrush-object-straight-hairy-stud-of-choice.html

Stay tuned the rest of the month for some more "craziness," including some not-so-obvious choices.

Helicopter View of U of Utah

From The Chronicle of Higher Education
January 19, 2012, 6:35 am
By Lawrence Biemiller
Isaac Hart, a graduate student in archaeology at the U. of Utah, made this spectacular panoramic view of the university’s campus with his remote-control helicopter and a video camera. 

The miniature helicopter was hovering over Presidents Circle. The main administration building, Park Hall, is at the top of the drive.

[Click on the photos to enlarge them.]

The view consists of 18 separate images stitched together by clever software, Mr. Hart reports.
See the original article at http://chronicle.com/blogs/buildings/remote-control-helicopter-has-a-fine-view-of-u-of-utah/30895?sid=pm&utm_source=pm&utm_medium=en

Marilyn Monroe: The Lost LOOK Photos

Marilyn, August 1953: The Lost LOOK Photos
Photographs by John Vachon, Text by Brian Wallis*

Picture this: A master photographer shoots the most breathtaking movie star of her time high in the Canadian Rockies in the summer of 1953. And the negatives are filed away for nearly sixty years—never to be seen until now!

When John Vachon arrived in Banff, Alberta, in mid-August of 1953 to shoot Marilyn Monroe on location making River of No Return, he encountered an opportunity never afforded the many great photographers who took pictures of Marilyn during her short life. Due to an injured ankle that prevented her from filming, Vachon got access to Marilyn over a period of several days. Vachon's lens captured her in a variety of contexts and countenances.

Here is Marilyn the way we want to remember her: luminous, sexually charismatic, smiling radiantly — even on crutches. This extraordinary portfolio of revealing images ranges from her mugging poolside to riding high on a ski lift to nuzzling with her then-husband-to-be, the legendary Joe DiMaggio — the only time that the two posed formally together for a photographer. In his ability to present her humanity without either idealization or guile, Vachon has given the legions of Marilyn fans worldwide a very rarely seen portrait of their idol.

The making of Marilyn: August 1953 is as remarkable as the book itself. After LOOK magazine folded in the early 1970s, its founders donated their immense photo archive to the Library of Congress. John Vachon's negatives of Marilyn were included. Only three of Vachon's Marilyn photos were used in the October 20, 1953, article about location shooting in Canada. The rest have remained unpublished until now.

 

Brian Wallis, Chief Curator and Director of Exhibitions at the International Center of Photography in New York, has supplied a fascinating text that explores Vachon's unique approach to shooting Marilyn.
Many of the original negatives of Vachon's photographs were damaged, so each of the 100 black-and-white images in the book was digitally restored. Imperfections were removed and tones were carefully calibrated. Plus, the photos were printed as duotones to add richness.

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Order this book at www.doverpublications.com

*This blog post text is reprinted from Dover Publications catalog copy.

"My Next Life" by Woody Allen

In my next life, I want to live backwards.

You start out dead and get that out of the way.

Then you wake up in an old people's home, feeling better every day.

You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day.

You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.

You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school.

You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play.

You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day, and then, Voila!

You finish off as an orgasm!

I rest my case.