Sunday, December 6, 2009

"Alive and Well and Living in Someone Else's Face"


Everyone's time comes eventually. Even a man of 3,000 faces.

This is the number one best obituary of all time.


Jan Leighton, Actor Who Played Everyone, Dies at 87

By BRUCE WEBER
Published: November 27, 2009
Correction Appended

Jan Leighton, an actor who conjured a career by dressing up as historical figures, appearing in so many commercials, print advertisements and industrial films as George Washington, William Shakespeare and Christopher Columbus that he was both ubiquitous and anonymous, died on Nov. 16 in Manhattan. He was 87.The cause was complications after a stroke, said his daughter, Hallie.

Mr. Leighton, who was listed in the 1985 Guinness Book of World Records as the actor who had played the most roles (2,407), began his professional career as a legitimate actor, appearing on live television dramas and at least once on Broadway, in a 1960 Cy Coleman musical called “Wildcat,” starring Lucille Ball. But when the jobs became scarce, he reinvented himself as a walking, talking hall of fame, an impersonator for hire. He researched the characters, created his own costumes — he had more than 400 of them in his Manhattan apartment when he died — and often did his own makeup.

In disguise, Mr. Leighton might pop up in almost any medium. On television, he lit a cigar as Fidel Castro in a commercial for Bic lighters and sold Toyotas as Albert Einstein for a Southern California car dealership. He promoted a Minnesota savings bank as Abraham Lincoln and an Arizona department store as Robert E. Lee. For one bank commercial he portrayed Clark Gable, Groucho Marx, Teddy Roosevelt and Franklin Delano Roosevelt, all complaining about other banks that charged for checks. He pitched Cheerios as Alexander Hamilton, beer as Johann Sebastian Bach, early mobile phones as Dracula and cough syrup as the Frankenstein monster. He even played Mr. Whipple’s twin in a commercial for Charmin bathroom tissue.

On film, he played Albert Einstein in a 1982 science fiction comedy “Zapped!” He motivated Westinghouse employees as George Washington and the salesmen of Scania trucks as Gen. George Patton. In print he appeared twice on the cover of New York magazine, once as Henry Kissinger and once as Leonardo da Vinci; he was Uncle Sam on the cover of Time. He was the face of Saul Bellow’s title character “Henderson the Rain King” on a paperback edition of the book, and appeared as a host of characters, including Confucius and Pericles, on the book jacket of Gore Vidal’s “Creation.” He made appearances at gala events and private parties as presidents and wizards and such.

He would go anywhere to do a job and would play anyone: Vince Lombardi, Babe Ruth, Gandhi, Mozart, Charlie Chan, Sherlock Holmes. Ebenezer Scrooge, Humphrey Bogart, John Wayne, Thomas Jefferson, Ernest Hemingway, Charlemagne, Darwin, Wyatt Earp, Walter Cronkite and even Margaret Thatcher were all in his repertory.

“He was best George Washington of his day,” Jay Pearlman, who worked frequently with Mr. Leighton as a makeup artist said in an interview, adding that Mr. Leighton might get two dozen bookings as Washington in a year.

Mr. Pearlman remembered Mr. Leighton’s going to an amusement park in 1979: “I think it was Ashland, Ky. — and he shot four 60-second commercials in one day. He was a wolf man, he was a grandfather, he was General Patton and he was Groucho Marx. He’d call me up and say, ‘We’re going to San Francisco,’ and we’d fly out to San Francisco, and he’d do one Ben Franklin, and we’d get back on the plane and fly home.”

Mr. Leighton was born in the Bronx as Milton Lichtman on Dec. 27, 1921, and grew up mostly in east Harlem. His father, Harry, owned a handful of taxicabs and vending machines. Young Milton served in the Air Force in World War II, and afterward he studied music briefly at a university in Mexico City. He was living in El Paso and working as a shoe salesman when he decided to pursue what he had loved as a child — acting — and returned to New York. In 1949, like a number of Jewish actors, he changed his name in order to de-emphasize his ethnicity and get more work.

“His features were handsome but regular,” Mr. Pearlman, the makeup artist, said about why Mr. Leighton was so well suited to his work. “He could always submerge himself in makeup and in facial contortions.”

In addition to doing character work, Mr. Leighton was also a hand model, and he did numerous radio voices and voiceovers as well as children’s recordings. He and his daughter, Hallie, were the co-authors of two books, “Rare Words and How to Master Their Meanings” and its sequel, “Rare Words II.”

Mr. Leighton was married four times. The first marriage was annulled and the others ended in divorce. Ms. Leighton, who lives in Manhattan, is the daughter of his third wife, Lynda Myles; he is also survived by a son, Ross Leighton, of Queens, whose mother was Mr. Leighton’s second wife, Ruth Markowe.

The anonymity of his work was something Mr. Leighton embraced. Asked once how he was doing, he replied, “I’m alive and well and living in someone else’s face.”

An earlier version of this article misspelled the name of Scania trucks.

Correction: December 1, 2009
OBITUARIES


I am obsessed with Jan Leighton.



Here he is as ALFRED E. NEWMAN.


He could even class up that coonskin as Davey Crockett.

His FRANKENSTEIN is almost as good as his CHURCHILL.

I looked up the books he and his daughter wrote: Rare Words and Rare Words II.



I like his legacy so much.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

FREAK MASTER




This is what Lizzie does with my computer when I am not home. I am a lucky lucky lady

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

discovery




I have no idea what this movie is about. But, yes, I think it probably is the ultimate nightmare.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Sunday, November 8, 2009

VRIL

Did you know there are a lot of songs entitled "Snowblind?"

This one is my current favie.


It's by Judy Henske and Jerry Yester, some married grooveballs. Before jamming with the wifey, Jerry was in the Lovin Spoonful.


Check out the album cover!



And the lyrics written by Henske are amazing.

Fallbrook Sedgewynd gave to Nancy
ringnecks for her coachmen's fancy
Eggs and emeralds, shocking garters
Devilled prunes to stop and start her
Nancy gave to Fallbrook Sedgewynd
neither nods nor time of day
Love is nasty, love is so blind
Love shall make us all go snowblind

Fallbrook Sedgewynd gave to Rosie
twenty sonnets bound in gold
Daily by her cot he'd mosey
Rosie with her stockings rolled
Rosie gave to Fallbrook Sedgewynd
neither hugs nor cozy chats
Love is nasty, love is so blind
Love shall make us all go snowblind

Fallbrook Sedgewynd saved his money
Bought a bear and fed it honey
A bear has little fear of hades
So he ate the luckless ladies
Love is nasty, love is so blind
Love shall make us all go snowblind


The rest of the album sounds nothing like this and is sort of boring. But, what a jam this is! Getting gutteral and wild about wooing, scorning, and a vengeful mauling. The album is called "Farewell Aldebaran." Aldebaran is the largest star in the constellation Taurus. It is fucking enormous. Its name comes from the Arabic word meaning 'follower.' The NASA ship Pioneer 10 will go by it in about 10 million years. (Who's the follower now?)

In learning a little bit about Aldebaran, I also discovered a sect I had never even considered before: Gnostic Neo-Nazis.
Apparently, there are some Aryans who are pretty sure they are aliens who get their power from the Black Sun. Tempelhofgesellschaft. Upon further lazy investigation, I became aware of how occult Nazis were. You can read about it in the most thorough wikipedia article of all time on Ariosophy.


Also you should check out this earlier sci-fi version: VRIL
Do I want a hollow earth? Is it utopia superbutches tunneling underground?

The world is full of weirdos. I never thought Aryan traditions would ever give me hope.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

You know I can tell these things



This is a real movie.

Vibes: The Secret of the Golden Pyramid


From one IMDB reviewer:
"I've seen this movie about 30 times and it always makes me feel good.. I don't know what it is about this movie but it seems to help me through bad times. Theres something in the atmosphere in the film that makes me feel good and the environment where the movie is made is just beautiful. (yeah, sure.. the 'real' film critics are saying that you can't rate a movie just on behalf of the spectacular scenery but FU, I say). I can rate a movie just the way i want to! Isn't that what IMDB is all about? I enjoyed this movie and I hope many others will too. Don't stare at the ratings. If you want to see a fun movie that's not too "serious". Rent this movie and let your brain rest for awhile, just enjoy the the scenery, the acting, the story and the eighties !! Cheers to all from Finland."

FU, I say too.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Monday, October 5, 2009

tonight tonight

While NASA tries to blow up the moon, I will be turning 24 in Oregon.



"Believe in the resolute urgency of now"
-rabid Cubs fan, B. Corgan

Saturday, September 26, 2009

STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING

Do yourself a favor and navigate over to the Beach Fossils page and listen to their new song "Sometimes."

I am not very good (STILL) at the internet so I don't know how to take the song from myspace and put on here.

But, I can make it a little easier for ya. Just click the words below and select "Sometimes" and you can hear what is like the best song I have heard in two days.

KILLER JAM








Brown County, Indiana.
You might know the view. Right off SR-47, just before Nashville.


I thought I would miss the fall. There is nothing like a midwestern fall. And while I miss those leaves, the air here has that same autumn crispness that brings blush in a nighttime bike ride, a slight tight chill in the lungs.

Covet it, wherever you are.

Monday, September 21, 2009

creature features



I think it is weird that my first clear thought after becoming stoked on this picture was "I want to have a baby."
Which I don't. At all. Even as I was thinking it I knew that it wasn't true. And when the thing that makes me want to have a baby is photograph of an eroticized pregnant freak with a skeleton mask on in a hippie lake, it makes it less about my desires and more of a sign that under no circumstances should that happen. Ever.



photo via the very very cool Acid Sweat Lodge.