Who Would Win in a Cage Match? :: No Holds Barred #2

UPDATE: More Sour Grapes ... Julie Bowen wants some of that badonkadonk!

The Fabulous Musings of a Plus Size Faux Queen: The Wonderful, Wild World of Jayne Mansfield:
A MooPit Event Snagged by Pat Darnell  |  Nov 3, 2012  |  Bryan TX

Sophia Loren -- or --  Jayne Mansfield 

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Jayne Mansfield
" ... Jayne Mansfield is the first major Hollywood actress to appear topless in a movie... She was a famed beauty in her day, with her measurements registering at the impressive 40-21-35. Yes, her waist was 19 inches smaller than her bust. She admitted in an interview that her IQ was 163, she spoke 5 languages and played the violin, piano, and viola (she appeared on TV numerous times playing the violin). Mansfield played a dumb blond so well because, she was in on the joke. In real life, Jayne was a highly intelligent brunette but made her career creating the 'character' of Jayne Mansfield. (wiki)..."

Mansfield's personal life included three marriages: first to her public relations professional Paul Mansfield (married 1950–1958), second to actor–bodybuilder Mickey Hargitay (married 1958–1963), and third to film director Matt Cimber (married 1964–1966). She had five children: Jayne Marie Mansfield (born 1950), Miklós Jeffrey Palmer Hargitay (born 1958), Zoltán Anthony Hargitay (born 1960), actress Mariska Magdolna Hargitay (born 1964) and Antonio "Tony" Cimber (born 1965). In 1967 Mansfield died in an car accident at the age of 34. (wiki)... "

Sophia Loren

Sophia Loren is a miracle of nature. At 73, she still has the voluptuous measurements of her youth: 38C-24-38.

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" ... Loren is known for her sharp wit and insight. One of her most frequently quoted sayings is a quip about her famously voluptuous figure: "Everything you see, I owe to spaghetti." However, on the 20 December 2009, episode of CBS News Sunday Morning, Loren denied ever delivering the line. (wiki) ... "

"... In 1981, she became the first female celebrity to launch her own perfume, Sophia, and a brand of eyewear soon followed. ... "

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___________________Reference
http://www.fabulousmusings.com/2012/05/wonderful-wild-world-of-jayne-mansfield.html#.UJVxTcXm6aU
http://www.mymilkglassheart.com/2010/04/16/the-eye/
http://www.ftppv.com/ftvideo/showthread.php?3381-USA-s-in-Vegas/page5
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-477136/Some-mothers-flaunt--Sophia-Loren-upstages-new-daughter-law.html
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-484323/At-73-Brigitte-Bardot-greying-goddess.html

Show Me the Stardust! Subjectivity of Music: Record you guys, RECORD! More Recordings, Now!

Honestly, the first time I heard Bob Dylan "perform" I was as happy as the day I learned I have to defecate everyday I am alive. I was suddenly the outsider, like Ayla the banished blonde in Clan of the Cave Bear novel series by J.M. Auel. "This is what I have to listen to if I am going to be a cool insider with the girls and guys?" thought I, at the tender age of 12.

Okay, such a reaction deserves some explanation. So, I did some research; this one took a long time. I'd say about 48 seconds later, I realized that Rap did the same to me and caused lower bowel reactions as well.

It turns out, Scatological Music might not be a category at Best Buy, however, I am here to witness and comment, so here it is.

Rap is the new Dylan that burgeons from Irish Pub scat.

Folk music has been coming to us in the present through the outhouses of time for centuries. How we sing and play is only a reverberation of what has been, and the useless sound bytes of what it is today. Today, however it is not live stuff, rather recordings and those recordings go on forever, remashed and sampled.

If you are a musician and you don't record, then you will only become the sunbeam that propels some apish mimick into stardom. You want examples? Here:

From the annals of myspace we get this stuff: "Roger Daughtry Keith Richards Anthony Kiedis Twiggy Jack White Dave Navarro Hugh Laurie And some dead people that I wish were alive... John Lennon ... 'If you think holding hands is all in the figers, grab hold of the soul where the memory lingers.' Megan, Female 20 years old Savannah, GEORGIA United States on myspace ?????

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=5432890

(spell check, dear one) Hey wait, those guys aren't all dead yet!

...Roger Daughtry Mick Jagger MC Hammer Elvis Presley Bob Dylan Snoop Dog Gene Simmons Harry Connick, Jr. Sir/Ms Elton John Bon Voyage' Jovi... you go on and list more in this mess of gimmicks; these are all latent wankers and tossers, because they are a few that come to mind who lived and perished ...off the oats of the live and fully chopped trombonists, fender pickers, upright bassists... and frogs on the way to a gig~ who no 20 year old has heard of because there are no recordings to fast forward to the next generation of listeners! Open letter to all Megan's:

Julie Zuluaga
Luther Hughes
John Hughes
Pribek
Hardly Human (eight piece band for chris' sake!)
The Mackrosoft...
Gary Hodges, and that's just the "H's"

This all comes about because I happened on to a web-site that features CDBaby.com where I find the kinda thing that might keep me from yelling like I am today. I have been angry at the sick prince of anti-music for a decade for sounds to come out of the speakers that aren't anti-music! God has answered an old man's prayer. You too can get sanctified, keep searching.

Fortunately, cdbaby.com features "Real throats, real shuffling, and real hearts; and usually unsung these artists do it better than those who steal, mimick and go to Hair Transplants for aged Rock 'n Roll Men."

You know I look back and my middle school band teacher, Mr. Munson, had more talent than the gathering of excrement that keeps getting re-hashed, and played all over from overhead bose speakers at Krogers to College Station North-Gate. The bouquet has become unbearable.

Show me you got the stardust in you. Come out, come out where ever you are, and record the living daylights out of your PC's, let us subjective half-brained listeners hear it. Start your own underground Area 42, for Chris's sake, if record companies are all prick-ly's, circumnavigate them.

There is unlimited band-width in photonics, like a smizzzural gillion levels of light waves available to you real shaker/choppers. What I would give to be in a hole-in-the-wall, listenin' to dusty Martins, with Billy the Hat drawin' from some back factory of lyrics. But I am limited too, like so many aged prime 'Bay Boomers (Pribek.net). So I gotta bring it home. I don't care if it sounds like someone holding a Hello Kitty microphone up to your performance: Record ya' bastards!

In conclusion: Many of us are sick of the Beatles, I certainly am. Lots of us don't have a radio on anymore, its too damn feeble. What do I like? Well, record your best chops and let me see if that is the stuff. Listeners, yeah you Megan, go to cdbaby and start a revolution!

There I wrote it. That's all I've got today. >pd