Saturday, February 17, 2018

..... but the great Dino went his own way

Hey pallies, likes a Dino-croon goes "Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing," radiantly reflects that love has many many deeply delightful dimensions and flows from many many splendid sources.  Likes the fact that ilovedinomartin continues to offer Dino-adulation from all 'round the Dino-globe is true testimony to the unendin' uniquely universal awesome amore that is neverendin'ly freely flowin' from all places in the known world for our most most beautifully beloved Dino!

So it is awesomely appropriate durin' Dino-amore month to keeps bringin' youse Dino-holics Dino-affirmation from places far and wide.  Today we visit with the Spanish site, "La Voz Telurica," "The Teluric Voice," from a place tagged Roquetes, a municipality in the province of Tarragona, in Catalonia, Spain.

Likes the post below was scribed by a pallie tagged "Roco Allstar" and is a most lovin', touchin' 'n tender tribute to the fantastically fabulous Dino-al-bum from 1968, "Gentle On My Mind."  The scriber is obviously a deep deep devotee of our most beloved Dino and begins by proclaimin' the Dino-truth that, "the great Dino went his own way."  Like we gotta 'fess up that we were most marvelously moved when near the end of the Dino-prose, Allstar proudly professed Dino-amore statin', "It is always a great pleasure to our ears and our souls Dean Martin appears by the telluric pages." Ain't it the coolest pallies to hear 'nother Dino-digger speak so perfectly, powerfully of their
deepest of deep delight in our one and only Dino?!?!?!?!

We thanks pallie Roco Allstar and all the pallies at "La Voz Telurica," "The Teluric Voice" for spreadin' such delightfully deep devotion to our most beloved Dino for their remarkable readership to grow ever deeper in love with our King of Cool.  To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.

We Remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

[Classic Telúrico ] Dean Martin - Gentle On My Mind ( 1968 )
Hippies ran winds of change mentalities, but the great Dino went his own way , to interpret songs in his voice became more timeless yet, and pierced the barrier of time always in full form.

Included in an album self-titled , Gentle On My Mind , is one of those deli unforgettable and impeccable arrangements also had his adaptations of the hand of Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra or Glen Campbell, but which our favorite scoundrel added him that particular charm that had implied in anything he did.

From the album production he was commissioned Jimmy Bowen, and the aforementioned master of the caliber of Ernie Freeman arrangements , achieving results that led to this material to be a favorite in the USA and UK lists . As always, anyone here heard of these jewels .

It is always a great pleasure to our ears and our souls Dean Martin appears by the telluric pages, so when we win again , we will colarle with another of his wonderful classics. May you enjoy it ... they will, for sure.

[Clásico Telúrico] Dean Martin - Gentle On My Mind (1968)
Corrían vientos hippies, de cambio de mentalidades, pero el gran Dino iba a lo suyo, a interpretar canciones que en su voz se hacían más atemporales aún, y traspasaban la barrera del paso del tiempo siempre en plenitud de forma.

Incluida en un álbum de título homónimo, Gentle On My Mind, es una de esas delicatessen de arreglos inolvidables e impecables que también tuvo sus adaptaciones de la mano de Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra o Glen Campbell, pero a la que nuestro canalla favorito le sumaba ese encanto tan particular que llevaba implícito en cualquier cosa que hacía.

De la producción del disco se encargó Jimmy Bowen, y de los arreglos antes citados un maestro del calibre de Ernie Freeman, consiguiendo unos resultados que llevaron a este material a ser de los favoritos en las listas de USA y UK. Como siempre, por aquí nadie se enteró de estas joyas.

Siempre es un gustazo para nuestros oídos y para nuestras almas que Dean Martin aparezca por las páginas telúricas, así que cuando le tengamos de nuevo ganas, volveremos a colarle con otro de sus maravillosos clásicos. Que ustedes lo disfruten...que lo harán, seguro.

Friday, February 16, 2018

I think this is a true valentines love song and Dino classic!!

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Hey pallies, likes traditionally Valentine's Day is a day to share sweet sweet treats with those you amore and on this 16th day of Dino-amore month we are most most deeply delighted to share with you a terrific treat with all youse Dino-holics from the lovin' laddie from Northern Ireland, Mr. Daire O'Hagan.

Likes if ilovedinomartin shared posts relatin' all the pallies who are sharin' Dino-emulation over the whole Dino-world we woulda never ever gets anythin' else into print here at our humble little Dino-blog.  But since we first became aware of this delightful Deanager 'round the centennial celebration of our Dino's entrance onto our planet, when Daire posted his first Dino-croon in honour of our most beloved Dino, we have been most eager to continue to share with all youse Dino-philes his on-goin' efforts to show his awesome adulation of our one and only Dino.   Likes three times we have been perfectly privileged to share potent posts on Daire that can be found HERE from July 7, 2017,  HERE from December 19, 2017, and  HERE from January 2, 2018.

Likes this week we have been checkin' out Daire's Music page at Facebook 'cause we were coolly certain that he woulda be be postin' a vid of a Dino-amore-croon for Dino-amore day and indeed below is his facebook post awesomely accentin' our one and only Dino's awesome amorin' croon, "That's Amore."  Youse will note that in 'bout one single day over 4.7 thousand folks have listened to Mr. Daire O'Hagan veritable version of this Dino-classic.

We are totally totally thrilled to be able here at ilovedinomartin to continue to support Deanager Daire's energetic efforts for hugely homagin' our King of Cool.  Likes we weren't able to post the vid here....likes as youse can see the vid is only a blur, but if you clicks on the tag of this Dino-report youse will arrive at "Daire O'Hagan Music" at facebook and you will be able to watch this 18 year old in Dino-action.  Once 'gain we salute Mr. Daire O'Hagan and his eager efforts to share his powerful passion for our most most beloved Dino!   btw pallies, likes the Dino-image at the top of this page is the header that Mr. O'Hagan uses on his personal facebook page to show his Dino-pride.  To checks out Daire's personal homepage clicks  HERE.

We Remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters 

Daire O'Hagan Music is feeling
 loved at Northern Ireland.
Sorry its so late everyone! I think this is a true valentines love song and Dino classic!! I hope you all enjoy it!! Hope you all had a great valentines!❤️❤️❤️❤️❣️❣️❣️❣️
Happy Valentines everyone☺️☺️❤️❤️
That’s Amore
Please make my valentines and give it a like and share please!❣️❣️❣️❤️❤️❤️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️



Thursday, February 15, 2018

The whole place soon filled with the sounds of the song That’s Amore, by Dean Martin.

Hey pallies, likes on this day after Dino-amore day we totally totally thrill to share with all youse who are deeply devoted to Dino yet 'nother excellent example of how our Dino continues to show up in wonderful writin's by awesome author after awesome author.  Likes today for the first time, we meet up with  sweet sweet scriber Miss Cecily who holds forth at her self-tagged blog, "CECILY'S WRITINGS  -Thoughts, musings, writing and connected music."

Miss Cecily speaks of herself as "Woman, lady, female, mum, wife, sister, aunt, friend, HR specialist.
And of course once you visit her home pad youse know she is also a beautifully buddin' writer.  Today we share a brief excerpt from her Valentine's Day post tagged "A peek … on Valentine’s Day" that shares remarkable romantico thoughts of amore that feature husband, Henerico and wife Flora.
And, likes, of course, the primo paragraph that we have shared awesomely accents our most most beloved Dino!

How totally totally thrilled we are to have our pallies at Twingly Advanced Blog Search send the way of Miss Cecily to rejoice in yet 'nother of today's swank scribers includin' our one and only Dino in these written work.  And, we are deeply delighted that as part of her powerful post, Miss Cecily has also shared a great vid of our King of Cool coolly croonin' his classic tune, "That's Amore."  We shouts out our amorin' appreciato to Miss Cecily for fantastically featurin' our Dino in her written words at at her beautiful blog.  We encourage to youse to clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram to make your way to her blog and read her writin's in total.

We Remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

A peek … on Valentine’s Day

“Listen.”, Henrico implored her, excitedly. “Listen!” He tapped his smartphone and the music filtered out through the surround-sound speakers hidden around the room, through the speakers which surrounded each room in their luxury apartment. The whole place soon filled with the sounds of the song That’s Amore, by Dean Martin. He knew Flora liked this song, it played at their wedding where they married at his family’s country estate in his beautiful Italy. The music made its presence heard. She looked up and their eyes met, and held. Her heart fluttered.

The music to go with this blog can be no other than … Dean Martin’s That’s Amore!

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

A Lovin' Message From Our Most Beloved Dino.....


Hey pallies, likes it just wouldn't be Dino-amore day without a lovin' message from our most beloved Dino.  So we wanna shares with all youse Dino-holics some of the most touchin 'n tender thoughts ever shared by our Dino in song.   Likes now, we gotta 'fess up that these wisely wonderful words are not original to our one and only Dino as they were sweetly scribed by songwriter Mr. Irving Berlin in 1925, as a wedding gift for his wife Ellin McKay, whom he married in 1926.

Likes pallies it is our deepest of deep Dino-belief that as these lovin' words of lastin' amore are sung by our Dino in the vid below from the Dino-show, it truly truly is our Dino speakin' of his "always" amore for each and everyone of his deeply devoted is our Dino speakin' through the cold lens of the camera to promise us his lastin' love always!


What coulda be more comfortin' then to know that our Dino's love for us will be, "Always"....and he will always always be there for us...."not for just an hour, not for just a day, not for just a year, but always."   We here at ilovedinomartin hopes that each and every one of youse Dino-philes, each of every one of youse pallies who our Dino has welcomed into his world will receive the coolest of cool comfort knowin' that our Dino is always always always lovin' us to the full.  May this Dino-amore day be full of always amore of our Dino as well.

We Remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

I'll be loving you always
With a love that's true always.
When the things you've planned
Need a helping hand,
I will understand always.


Days may not be fair always,
That's when I'll be there always.
Not for just an hour,
Not for just a day,
Not for just a year,
But always.

I'll be loving you, oh always
With a love that's true always.
When the things you've planned
Need a helping hand,
I will understand always.


Days may not be fair always,
That's when I'll be there always.
Not for just an hour,
Not for just a day,
Not for just a year,
But always.

Not for just an hour,
Not for just a day,
Not for just a year,
But always.

DEAN MARTIN’S DEEPWATER HORIZON: Or How We Like Our Life In The Land Of Menefreghismo

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Hey pallies, likes Happy Dino-amore day Dino-one and Dino-all!!!!!   Likes Dino-amore day comes only once a year, and we gotta 'fess up that it is always the coolest of cool challenge to decide what we wanna share on this Dino-day of Dino-days...third in importance to ilovedinomartin next to our most beloved Dino's entrance onto the planet on June 7 and his departure from our presence on December 31.  Likes with so so much awesomely amazin' adulation of our Dino to pick from, this Dino-year we have chosen to reach far back in the ilovedinomartin annals to Saturday May 8, 2010, likes almost eight years 'go for one of the most amazin' pieces of Dino-prose that we have ever read.  To see what we scribed back then you can click on  HERE.

From the blog "Purple State Of Mind," from the prophetic pen of Mr. John Marks comes his awe inspirin' essay tagged "DEAN MARTIN’S DEEPWATER HORIZON: Or How We Like Our Life In The Land Of Menefreghismo. Likes as you delve deeply into Mr. Marks' reverent reflections youse will discover that  John deeply dug our Dino by the tender age of just seven. Quotin' John:

"Let me explain. When I was a kid, there were three poles to my pop culture existence: Marvel Comics, the daytime soap opera Dark Shadows and Dean Martin. Like faith, hope and love in the Bible, these were the three great pillars, but the greatest of these was Dean. He sang Iron Man and Barnabas Collins into succulent, enveloping silence."

As our Dino has a incredible influence on all us Dino-holics, so he has on the life of John. And, in this outstandin' Dino-theme, Mr. Marks speaks so so extremely  eloquently 'bout how the Dino-way has so so influenced where we finds ourselves today as a society.   We does thinks pallies that Mr. John Marks hits the nail on the head as to why our Dino is more sought after then ever....'specially 'mong today's youthful hipsters. In a world that gets crazier by the moment, our Dino is the only thin' that truly makes sense outta the craziness!!!!

So, we gratefully thanks so much Dino-phile Mr. John Marks superior sharin' of his personal Dino-testimonial  and demonstratin' the perfectly profound influence our most beloved Dino has on today's life and times. So, likes pallies of ours, please takes the time to soak in each and every deeply deepDino-thought shared by Mr. Marks....words that are likes so deep, so dark, so so true!!!!   We stand in awe of the amazin' amore that Mr. John Marks have had since a youngen for our Dino and are totally totally thrilled to likes once 'gain share his deep devotion to our Dino on the Dino-amore day 2018.

We Remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters


DEAN MARTIN’S DEEPWATER HORIZON: Or How We Like Our Life In The Land Of Menefreghismo

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Lately, what with oil spills in the Gulf of Mexico, shady trading on Wall Street and collapsing mines in West Virginia, I’ve been thinking a lot about Dean Martin. Dean had it down. He was the ultimate American success, triumphing across the platform peaks of the entertainment industry of the 1950’s and 60’s: music, television, movies, Vegas. In 1965, his single “Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime” knocked the Beatles off the top spot. By the end of the decade, he was a major movie star with his own hit TV series.

Yet by the time he died in 1995, he was virtually forgotten, eclipsed by Frank Sinatra, living like a hermit in southern California, a man out of time, indifferent, lost, separated from the race. But then, he had been a menefreghista, as Nick Tosches wrote twenty five years ago in the definitive account of the singer’s life, one of the great show business biographies of all time, Dino: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams.

A menefreghista is he who lives by the code of menefreghismo. Translated, Tosches tells us, the Italian word means the state of “not giving a fuck.” Dean Martin was one of those men, a model for the mob and seemingly for a vast slice of American corporate professionals; Martin may have been dead and forgotten for a decade and a half, but the code to which he subscribed seems to have outlived him, to have so wholly engulfed American business that it has come to be an unofficial, almost national ethos.

He who did not give a fuck sang beautifully, soulfully, superficially about the coming world of those who do not give a fuck. Turn down the sound on the YouTube footage of the Gulf of Mexico, on the Goldman hearings, on the statements of the Massey Mines officials, and you can hear the strains of “Bummin Around” or “Remember Me, I’m The One Who Loves You” or “I Take A Lot Of Pride In What I Am”. These aren’t throwaway numbers. They are anthems of a condition of the heart.

I believe it is also mine, which is part of the horror and thrill of reading the Tosches biography.

Let me explain. When I was a kid, there were three poles to my pop culture existence: Marvel Comics, the daytime soap opera Dark Shadows and Dean Martin. Like faith, hope and love in the Bible, these were the three great pillars, but the greatest of these was Dean. He sang Iron Man and Barnabas Collins into succulent, enveloping silence.

So it was with a thrill beyond words and a certain tragic despair that I began to read the Tosches book, almost a quarter century old, but timeless, too, to my eyes anyway, bigger than the sum of its parts. The author wrings deep, dark American reality from the jaws of forgotten trivia. Somehow, the story also feels as if it’s about the country and about me at the same time.

At seven, I bought utterly and completely into the image of Dean. Other kids might have been focused on the Monkees or the Jackson Five or Bobby Sherman, but I had been watching the westerns since I was old enough to understand English, and the Dean Martin who appeared in those movies, slouching toward the bar, singing with Ricky Nelson, mounting a horse with the same laziness and indifference that he seems to have mounted cocktail waitresses at the Sands, felt very much of a piece with the voice on the albums.

The voice felt so real and reassuring, so “grounded”, we might say now, that I found myself compelled at the age of seven to write a letter of condolence on the occasion of the collapse of Dean’s second marriage. He wrote back, thanking me for my concern, and included a signed black and white photograph that might have been taken a decade earlier.

He seemed to me the nicest and most decent of all possible men, the very symbol of confidence, excellence, superb diffidence, a human model for the corporate faces of our own time, a smooth, incomparable, unassailable face, a Goldman Sachs, a British Petroleum, a Massey Mines Inc. Nothing could ever go wrong with Dean Martin. One could never doubt that his inner trades were sound, his hidden wells securely capped, his ventilation systems running impeccable.

Sure, he drank. Sure, he made silly, off-color wisecracks about his dancers, the Gold Diggers. Sure, sure, sure. But his hair was never messy. He memorized all his lines, and he sang like molten silver on numbers like “My Woman, My Woman, My Wife”, or “Houston” or “You’re Nobody Til Somebody Loves You”, and you believed. This was success. This was what it looked like. This was what it sounded like. You felt it in your pants.

Behind it all, though, or so Tosches theorizes (the author never actually interviewed Martin, who’d long since sworn off publicity), ran something else, an implacable emptiness, or rather a slate that wasn’t empty, just comprehensively unreadable. Tosches said that Giancana and the other mafia hoods and even Sinatra all admired Dean, because he couldn’t be touched, he couldn’t be muscled, he seemed to have no fear. He seemed to embody what a generation of American companies must have seen as the ultimate blue print. He made money, but he did not give a fuck, and that was the condition of making the money.

He did not really give a fuck about singing. He did not give a fuck about the movies. He did not give a fuck about anything, finally, and for reasons that the author doesn’t ultimately explain. Maybe it was a position of safety. The menefreghista takes indifference to the metaphysical level. Make your money, and embrace the frozen sea within, to borrow a line from Kafka.

If the a mine collapses, and people die, that’s fate, that’s life, that’s business. If a million trades contain a million lies, and the economy goes off the tracks, and tens of millions lose jobs and homes, that’s tough, that’s amore, that’s business. And if the Gulf Of Mexico fills to the brim with light crude that destroys ecosystems, cities and countless lives, what is all of that nonsense to the menefreghista, who made his bet, won his stake and can recede into stillness and quiet as if he were made of stone or sky? He who does not give a fuck must only answer to lawyers, guns and money, the very weapons that allow his great silence to exist.

Dino used up his share of lawyers and money, and he won through and was able to eat his nightly steak and watch his nightly western in peace and quiet, but the worst thing he ever did, maybe, was pollute our ears with a music of sweet, heedless duplicity. I still love the songs, but I hear an elision in them that was never there before. “Everybody Loves Somebody Sometimes” sounds different when you know the singer doesn’t give a fuck.

The successors in ethos of Dino didn’t let the rest of us off so easy. Their legacy is beginning to look post-apocalyptic: death, ruin, corruption. But hey, like the committed menefreghista managerial class they represent, the professionals who signed off on the security of the Deepwater Horizon well, the methane reduction capabilities in the Upper Big Branch Mine, the soundness of the collateralized debt obligations must now bear the consequences of failing to cover their tracks. They must, like Dino in Vegas, face audiences whose eyes are glazing over, and whose former love is beginning to turn sour.

They must be able to drop their mikes and stare back with implacable, ferocious eyes at the people who no longer believe them when they sing about the beauty of profits, free enterprise and unimpeachable markets.

They must rise to this occasion, or they are not worthy of the code. They must be able to listen to the laments for the dead, the cries of the dying, the fear and mourning of our coastal cities, the rage of the people they cheated, and they must show no sign of remorse or hesitation. They must stare back like the sun itself, like a huge, intransigent heat source, and answer the questions of Congressional subcommittees with the musical non-chalance of Dino Crocetti of Steubenville, Ohio.

“Come Running Back To Me, Back To The Arms That Long To Hold You, Forever and Ever, My Love.”

If they can’t give us what Dean did, a music to distract and dissuade, then what good are they? If they aren’t equal to the disaster they made in the name of their depthless menefreghismo, why should any of us hesitate to put them behind bars, to make them pay to the full extent of the law? Why shouldn’t we as a people deal with the corporate houseflies at British Petroleum, Goldman Sachs and Massey Mines in exactly the same way they have dealt with us? Why should of any of us regard them with anything less than the pitiless gaze of a man who simply doesn’t give a fuck as they are led away to perdition?

What kind of people are we if we don’t?

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Dream with Dean' this Valentine's Day

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Hey pallies, likes yesterday's Dino-devotion took us 'bout two dozen years to find it's way into print here at ilovedinomartin, so I guess we oughtn't feel quite as bad that today's has taken two years to get shared here at our humble little Dino-pad.  Recently we were guided to put the tags Dean Martin and Valentine's Day into the google search engine and once of the intriguin' thin's that we discovered is primo prose from Mr. Ben Cates at "BURG weekly entertainment guide" which calls Lynchburg, VA their home pad.

Mr. Cates swank scribin's, "Dream with Dean' this Valentine's Day," as you will note below, is from his music column "Welcome to What the World Needs Now."  Ben is News & Advance's sports writer, and it is clear that also has a powerful passion for music.  Likes as you read Mr. Cates wise 'n wonderful words it is crystal clear that he "gets Martin" and we loves it so so much when he concludes that "Martin’s 1964 record 'Dream with Dean' "was, and still is, the perfect Valentine’s Day album."  We couldn't 'gree more pallies.

Likes all youse Dino-holics will totally thrill to read Ben's touchin' 'n tender testimony to the powerful effect our Dino's croons on this awesome al-b-um awesomely accented  Ben's long term relationship with a special girl.  We coulda goes on and on 'bout how much we deeply digs Mr. Ben Cates diggin' of our most beloved Dino in general, and most specifically for this coolest of cool classic Dino-al-b-um.

We can hardly find words to properly say thanks to Mr. Ben Cates for remarkable review of "Dream With Dean" and his deepest delight in our King of Cool and his wonderful way of croonin' tunes of amore.  To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.

We remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

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Dream with Dean' this Valentine's Day

BEN CATES Feb 10, 2016

Editor’s note: Welcome to What the World Needs Now, a music column from News & Advance sports writer, and music lover, Ben Cates. Here, he’ll discuss new songs and albums, profile artists both past and present and dust off old material to offer historical perspectives across various genres. It’s all about songs you should add to your playlist, albums to appreciate and artists you need to discover.

We stood holding each other, dancing slowly by candlelight in an apartment overlooking Rivermont Avenue, while Dean Martin sang quietly in the background.

Moments earlier, we had taken a walk to the then-vacant Villa Maria.

Now, with Martin’s 1964 record “Dream with Dean” spinning on a turntable, we kissed in shadow, the newness of love on our lips.

It was, and still is, the perfect Valentine’s Day album.

“Dream with Dean” is a classic concept record from start to finish. It was a rarity in its time, not because it’s thematic in nature, but because it is unapologetically and incessantly slow. Other than an upright bass, an electric guitar and drums, it’s just Dino, whose voice rises above the muted instruments to create a dreamy, sleepy scene.

I never could dance. But turn on “Dream with Dean” and I didn’t have to. All I had to do was move lazily around the room with that girl. The music did the rest.

In that old apartment, we felt like we were the only two people who mattered in the world; like two lovers closing down a dimly-lit bar while a few lonely stragglers sat nearby, gazing down into near-empty glasses, not yet ready to go home.

I’ve been listening to the album a lot lately and my approach to it is, basically, still the same. Martin’s silky velvet voice is filled with experience. He knows the intricacies and the pain of love, but he goes for it anyway.

He’s far removed from the swinging jolts that would define much of his career, away from the horns and the background vocals and the upbeat, sometimes hokey tunes present on other albums. Here, he’s the consummate jazz singer, singing his lines softly and lazily like it’s 2 a.m., the lights are dimming and the lounge is thinning out.

Producer Jimmy Bowen, who also worked with Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr. before moving to Nashville years later to record George Strait and Garth Brooks, is content to let Martin’s voice carry much of the 30-minute record.

Other than the vocalist, guitarist Barney Kessel is by far the most active member of the band. He worked in jazz circles with Billie Holiday and Oscar Peterson and later played on many of the Beach Boys’ biggest hits.

On “Dream” he adds simple solos and doesn’t stray far from the framework of the 12 standards, but his guitar is bright and oozing with sentimental dreaminess.

There are standards like “Smile,” “Blue Moon,” and “Fools Rush In.” And “Everybody Loves Somebody” became Martin’s first big single.

But it’s the fourth track, “If You Were the Only Girl (In the World)” that’s always stuck with me most.

On that song, the world could’ve come crashing down and we wouldn’t have known it. There was just me and that beautiful girl, wrapped in each other’s arms.

That’s how life is when you’re in your 20s. You’re in love and everything else seems distant and irrelevant. The world was ours and we didn’t even know it. All we cared about in that moment, and many others like it, was each other.

“Fools rush in,” Martin croons, “Where wise men never go/But wise men never fall in love/So how are they to know/When we met, I felt my life begin/So open up your heart and let this fool rush in.”

Dean Martin made us swoon. Dean Martin helped start a relationship that was foolish in its own right. That evening ushered in countless others just like it, but it also brought about a grueling on-and-off-again relationship; years of pain, sleepless nights and hours spent praying she’d be mine once and for all.

Her love would often prove an impenetrable fortress — sometimes I could force open an unlocked window, but most of the time everything was securely locked down.

Ultimately, things didn’t work out with that girl. After nearly a decade, our relationship came crashing down.

She moved on. And, eventually, so did I. Other women, too, came and went.

But sometimes, when I drive down Rivermont Avenue past the Villa Maria and it’s late and everything is quiet, I go back to that moment years ago. When there wasn’t a care in the world, except to make that certain someone mine alone. I scorn my foolish youthfulness and kick myself for letting that girl slip away.

But I also know that, somewhere out there, there are two other young lovers who think they, too, are the only ones in the world. Just one boy and one girl.

And I hope it lasts.

Monday, February 12, 2018

On This Day In Dino-history: February 12, 1956

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Hey pallies, likes we weren't plannin' for a second Dino-gram comin' your way on this 12th day of Dino-amore month, but likes while doin' our usual almost daily searchin' of Dino-gems usin' the wonderful "Twingly Advanced Blog Search," we were lovin'ly led to the all thin's musical blog "
nostos-music.blogspot" where we learned that it was on this 12 day of February in the year of our Dino 1956 that his huge huge hit "Memories Are Made Of This" made numero uno on the charts in the United Kingdom.

Likes it was just 9 days 'go that we shared HERE that this same cool croon hit #1 on the American it didn't take long for it to do the same across the seas.  Certainly this noteworthy news shows the awesome amore that pallies all 'round the globe had for our most beloved Dino then...and the wonderful news proclaimed daily here at ilovedinomartin is that they still do!!!!!

btw pallies, likes this is the second potent postin' we have shared from this Grecian blog hosted by Mr. Lefteris Kogalidis (Λευτερης Κογκαλιδης).  Likes it was less then a month 'go on January 23 that we shared Dino-centric love from  him  HERE.  And, in doin' a little researchin' we discovered that we have a draft of yet more Dino-devotion to gets up here at ilovedinomartin.  Kudos to Mr. Kogalidis for spreadin' the Dino-message to his Grecian pallies!
To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.  And, likes, of course, we can't resist sharin' the same youtube vid and original sheet music Dino-image as well that was shared here on February 3.

We Remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters


February 12th: On this Day
1956, Dean Martin was at No.1 on the UK singles chart with 'Memories Are Made Of This'. The American actor, comedian, singer and TV hosts biggest hit.

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Give me Dean Martin, toots. He was THE MAN.

Jeff Koyen
Hey pallies, likes as many of youse Dino-holics are aware, over the course of ilovedinomartin's history of liftin' up the life, times, and teachin's of our Dino we have gathered tons 'n tons of great Dino-devotion that have yet to see the light of Dino-day here 'cause there always has been, always will be more Dino-adulation to share from the ol' web then we have time and energy to do so.  But, likes we keeps pluggin' 'long reviewin' previous draft posts as time permits and pluggin' them in when we can.

Likes today we are proudly pleased to share some of the deepest of deep devotion to our most beloved Dino that we have ever had the potent privilege of sharin'.  This delightful Dino-adulation first appeared in print/'net form in the summer of 1994...likes almost 24 years ago and we are so so sorry for it to have taken us so long in gettin' up here at our humble little Dino-pad, but we are purely psyched to be able to share it this very Dino-day, and likes 'specially so as it is very very Dino-fittin' to share it with all youse Dino-philes durin' our cool cool celebration of Dino-amore month.

Today's Dino-delight  was scribed by Mr. Jeff Koyen, award winnin' American journalist, editor, and entrepreneur.  From 1964 'til 2000, Koyen was editor of the zine "Crank" and today's Dino-devotion was part of Crank#2 that appeared in the Summer 1994.  We found it at Koyen's pad  "ACQUIESCE TO PRESSURE," which is the on-line sharin' of Jeff's powerful prose from the annals of his "Crank Magazine."  Koyen's deeper then deep delight in our Dino is chronicled in his perfect prose tagged "Born Too Late to be Truly Swank."

Koyen tags our most beloved Dino as "THE MAN" statin' "The Man charged with keeping the Swank Man a mass appeal,"..... and likes we couldn't 'gree more with him,  Perhaps we oughta gives a word of warnin' that Jeff uses "colorful language"....the sort of worldly words that also came outta the mouth of our main man.  Likes, the main body of Jeff's jottin's is the liner notes scribed by Mr. Stan Cornyn for the awesome al-b-um "Happiness Is Dean Martin," which we have shared before here at ilovedinomartin...referencin' it as "Epic Sloth."

Likes we are swankly smitten to be able to share Mr. Jeff Koyen's wise words of amazin' adulation of our Dino even though written 24 years 'go.  Ain't it amazin' pallies how many pallies in so so many mighty ways have openly and affirmatively offered their devotion to our Dino via the ol' world wide web?!?!?!?!  We sweetly salute Koyen and sez thank you very much for your remarkably refreshin' way of hugely homagin' our one and only Dino.  To checks this out in it's original source, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.

We remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Born Too Late to be Truly Swank
Readers of CRANK #1 already know how much I yearn to have lived in 1961, rather than 1994. Why? Shit, the Swank Man ruled the fucking world, baby. "Get me a drink, hon'." "When's supper ready, darlin'?" "Mix me 1 last highball--I've got to get back to the office." What livin'!

It pains me to have such envy weigh on me. (And sorry, gals, it wasn't exactly a liberated paradise. Tough darts.) But it sure looks like it was a swell time to have been young and devilishly handsome. I happen to be both, in case you didn't know.

Fuck Sinatra. Give me Dean Martin, toots. He was THE MAN. The Man charged with keeping the Swank Man a mass appeal. And this album drives it home in a big motherfucking way. Sure, many of the pop culture references are woefully dated, and the racist comments will offend some of you, but FUCK, man, that's why they call it "dated." Take your lumps, kids. I have marked the places [?] where I'm admittedly lost. You may catch stuff I didn't. Call me ignorant. Also note where the author was out of his mind [!] when writing.
Suck it up!

From the notes on "Happiness is Dean Martin," Reprise Records, 1962. Back cover:

Happiness is Dean Martin Singing "Lay Some Happiness on Me" And Other Selected Hoop-Las

Aesthetically, he ends up somewheres between '39's Mickey Mouse Watch and Lichtenstein's neo-heroic painting, "Take That...Pow!"

A little camp, perhaps, but too much of our current action really to rate that high on the Camp Charts. Put him more in the Hula Hoop-Silver Mini-Skirt-"Chelsea Girls"- William Manchester bag [?]. That is to say, awfully celebrated right now, not to mention being hellishly good examples at what they're driving at.

Nothing, for example, is more hula-hoop than a Pink Plastic 1960 Hula Hoop. Nothing is more Dean Martin than Dean Martin.

Of course, doing a really preposterously good job of being Dean Martin depends a lot on knowing the rules about what makes the best Dean Martin. Knowing the archetypal definition of Martinism: How is he different? Why is he individual? What is he driving at?
What Dean Martin is driving at seems to be to lead a Life Of Sloth. A Life of EPIC Sloth. Not just your common little ol' Sunday afternoon lazy Sloth, like you get with minor Erskine Caldwell Georgia darlins. [?]

No, Martin now epitomizes EPIC SLOTH. Sloth like Joseph E. Levine would come up with. In big, 3-D letters, like in those Ben Hur movie ads, with all forms of EPIC EXHAUSTION draped over the letters. "Epic Sloth," starring Dean Martin, and then running around the bottom, instead of Mongol hordes and Jack Palance you find other things, for this is "Epic Sloth." Things like deflated innertubes. Like the ears of sleeping Spaniels. Like Kleenex ashes. [?] Like all of Life's Most Unresilient Stuff.

And there, leaned up in Herculean-Scope against those giant letters, our Pop Star slumps. Dean Martin. Kind of half-eyed looking out at you, grinning "Hi ya, pally," like he hopes you haven't got anything heavy on your mind.

Dean Martin has been working at becoming an Epic Pop Art Object. He's been getting in a good deal of pop art hypnotizing. Avis knows, you don't get to be Number One by just sitting round. Some detractors have published this about Martin: that he sits round, trying to make spaghetti look tense. [!] "Pish tosh," we say, and "Yellow journalism."

You have to publicize to get to be Our National Epic Sloth. Martin has. His medium: the most popular art object of Our Times, meaning...your television set. (Breathes there a soul with fingers so dull he can't find his Vertical Knob blindfolded?) [Note similarity to remote control in 1994.-Ed.]

The mind-boggling task which DM has accomplished in his upwards surge to Number One Epic Sloth in [sic] this: he has put other would-be number one lazy slobs into limbo. "Amos 'N Andy's" Lightnin, for instance, now is largely forgot. Shiftless and No-Account has moved to Beverly Hills, where dey got no deltas, chile. [!!!-Whooee!-Ed.] The other competition--those slothy Southern belles once played by Lee Remick and Joanne Woodward--are now minor league stuff.

Martin (few people have known this until this very minute; it has been a closely kept secret) was actually only Number Two until quite recently. The spot of Number One Epic Sloth was recently held by another performer. Not a human being, but a small dog. His name: Red Dust. He is (or was, for he has largely disappeared from our scene) part of a Vaudeville turn. 
His master would bark out commands: "Red Dust, Roll Over! Up, Red Dust!" But Red Dust was an utterly and irrevocably sag-boned hound. Red Dust never voluntarily moved anything, least of all a paw. The pooch looked permanently pickled. It was pretty funny stuff.

Dean Martin finally won out over Red Dust. Much of his triumph has been ascribed by some scribes to his ability to project an alcoholic aura from coast-to-coast, into millions of Puritan homes. Good, Puritan, beer-drinking homes. Martin has almost by himself established Booze-o-Vision as America's new Art Populaire. It's difficult to imagine any other object that would currently be more welcome in our historic nation's thousands of beer bars and juke joints. Nothing more popular than DM, slumped there, looking for his cue card, all brung [sic] to you in NBC's surrealist color. Martin and his--dare we say it?-- goopy baritone. [??] 

Martin: the biggest sex symbol to hit neighborhood taverns since the heyday of The Rheingold Girl, may she in our secret imaginations requiescat in flagrante delicto.
Nothing should slow up his reign as our belov- ed epic boozer short of a sudden attack of dysphagia. --Stan Cornyn


Sunday, February 11, 2018

Danny G's SPECIAL Dino-Amore Month Sunday Serenade with Dino: "Sparklin' Eyes"

Hello, mi love-drenched amici & welcome back!

Looks like the  Dino-Amore is swingin' along at full throttle!
Our fearless leader, DMP, has been postin' ALL kinds of truly meanin'ful examples of LOVE for our one & only pal, Dino!

He even found a fella who changed his name to Dean Martin!
Now, pallies...if that ain't TRUE TRUE Dino-devotion...then...then...I'll eat my "Dino-styled fedora"!

Man...I just AB SO LUTE LY loves hearin' 'bout our fellow Dino-holics...from all across the world...who continue to show their LOVE & commitment to our pal!

Gets me TOTALLY invigorated to delve deeper & Dino-deeper into spreadin' Dean's love to the masses!
Yes, sir!

Today's Serenade is one that TRULY has Dino at his croonin' best!

Fun Fun jam that  I found on his 1966 vinyl masterpiece, "Relaxin".

"Sparklin' Eyes" got Dino expressin' his utter LOVE & AMAZEMENT how this very lucky chicalina has fallen head over heels for our pal!

Now...we Dino-philes...OB VI OUS LY can see how ANY lovely lady would give her grandma a slap just to be in Dean's company for 5 minutes!

O well, pals.
That's just our Dino bein' his cooly humble self.

So, mi amici...sit back & soak in the L.O.V.E.

I think youse will find yourselves playin' this one again & again.
Like me!


(Sparklin' eyes that glow and glow and glow)
(Sparklin' eyes that glow and glow and glow)
Don't need the stars that shine above
Your eyes reveal the light of love
Sparklin' eyes big and bright glow with love for me tonight
Sparklin' sparklin' eyes just shine for me

When you keep clingin' like a vine
I know that you are mine all mine
Sparklin' eyes keep that gleam
If I'm dreamin' let me dream
Sparklin' sparklin' eyes just shine for me

I can't believe it's really true
That any one would look at me the way you do
If you would ever leave my heart
My world would simply fall apart

Sparklin' eyes burning bright light the way for love tonight
Sparklin' sparklin' eyes that shine
Sparklin' sparklin' eyes just shine
Sparklin' sparklin' eyes just shine for me
Shine for me
Shine for me