Burt Reynolds on Fast Cars, Babes, Sinatra, and the one that got away

Posted onNovember 17, 2015
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You heard about the legend of Jesse James,

And John Henry just to mention some names.

Well there’s a truck driving legend in the south today,

A man called Bandit from Atlanta, ga!

Burt Reynolds. The man, the myth, the legend. I  sat alone  thru 6 different screenings of “The Smokey and the Bandit” at the Old Orchard movie theater way back in 1977. That Black Trans Am, “Frog”, Snowman, Sheriff Buford T. Justice, Jr, The Burdettes and who can forget “Fred”, made for one heck of a car chase movie!

Burt ruled the big screen during his heyday back in the 70’s. He had a #1 box office movie five years in a row. No one had did that before or since. He also is basically  the reason why “Playgirl” was invented.

He has a new Memoir out called “But Enough about Me“.

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some excerpts:

On Loni Anderson.

“During their marriage, he claims, she “bought everything in triplicate, from everyday dresses to jewelry to china and linens. She bought designer gowns for 10,000 dollars a pop and wore them only once. ‘I never wear a dress after it’s been photographed,’ she said. ‘I have to dress like a star.’ ”

When they finally pulled the plug after five years of marriage, Reynolds received a thank-you note from Princess Diana for “keeping her off the cover of People magazine.”

On the year 1978 and his success at the time.

“I was Number One at the box office five years in a row, which I don’t think anybody has done since,” he writes. “In 1978, I had four movies at once playing nationwide. If I met you then, I’m sorry.”

 

Sally Fields.

The one that got away. One of his life regrets.

For more of this very interesting story go here: NYPost

My Review of Paul Stanley’s book “Face the Music”

Posted onApril 17, 2014
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paulstanleybookI just finished reading Paul Stanley’s book “Face the Music- A life Exposed”. At first, from the excerpts’ that were released to the news media prior to the book’s release date, I felt like maybe Paul was making everyone else “face the music” instead of him. I even commented on the fact that it seemed hateful and finger pointing. But what I found out after reading it was…

   He is really no different than you or me. Most people aren’t born into the perfect status quo family homes with Ward and June Cleaver as parents. (That’s if they are your “example” of a perfect family.) He was born into the, dare I say typical? Dysfunctional family fold like a lot of us can relate to… Not much love going around, shown or even expressed. He to mentions that he was born was a birth defect that consisted of him not having a right ear. He referred to it as a “nub”. He also is deaf on his right side so he didn’t hear in stereo.

  So feeling like the whole world was against him and virtually no family support or encouragement, he turned to music. Sounds all too familiar doesn’t it? It does to me.  As I read on thru the pages I felt like Paul was telling my story too. Not the riches and fame part but the lonely outsider, the outcast part. I never felt like I “fit” in anywhere either. As a matter of fact, though Paul has since made peace with his insecurities and inner demons (and Gene Simmon) I still have a hard time “fitting in”.

  Maybe that is why I turned to music too. It was really a comfort to me. At night I would lay in bed and listen to the sound of the crackling tube warm up in the radio. The orange glow from the tube would light the darkness just enough and the smell of it as it heated up would permeate the air. Then the magic would appear. That wonderful sound of the late night DJ’s and the songs they played. Night after night throughout my childhood my old friend was there faithfully. Always waiting there for me. No matter how screwed up the day may have been. Whether I got yelled at, locked in a closet, or just spent time riding my bike,  when I turned that old radio on it washed away my fears and insecurities.

 So Paul speaks throughout his book of his insecurities too. He doesn’t really throw anyone under the bus as a couple of other KISS members did in their books. I am sure he could have easily spilled a lot more about their insecurities and belittle them way more than he did. But he didn’t. He spoke of their addictions and their accomplishments. KISS was one big dysfunctional family too.

  It is amazing to think that through he was “driven”. He really didn’t have a game plan. He just had the desire and he didn’t back down. Some of the things that happened to make KISS what they are, was timing and not really dumb luck but luck. It’s covered in his book. From Paul pumping gas, driving a cab and meeting Gene Klein for the first time and not liking him. From trying on make up for the first time to being in a successful band and trying to go through all the Playboy centerfolds he could. Now that’s rock and roll and yes it’s in there. But the book is more than that. He opens up his life, warts and all and shares his story.

  Enclosing. I felt that out of the four original KISS members, Paul’s book is the best. It doesn’t have the dirt as the others do but I felt more like Paul was talking to me. As I said before… He is telling my story.

  He is encouraging the lonely, the outcast. He is saying there is Hope. He is saying you can be who you want to be. It takes hard work but you can get there. You can rise above the past and make peace with it.

               (I’m the )

King of the Night Time World,

Chuck

  Paul’s book can be found at:

Barne’s & Nobles

Amazon

Paul Stanley’s website

Preview Paul Stanley’s Memoir

Posted onApril 1, 2014
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20140320-paulstanley-x306h-1395347304“The tour was horrible. Constant drudgery and misery. We spent all of our energy trying to coax Peter and Ace out of their hotel rooms. Ace sucker-punched Tommy at one of the shows. Peter had his usual handbook detailing how hotel staff had to treat him and which windows had to be covered with tinfoil and all that. There was no reasoning with either of them. We never knew if we’d make it to a show on time, and once we got onstage we never knew whether we’d get through the show. I mean, if a guy has trouble putting on his makeup, how is he going to play? Not surprisingly, the shows could be pretty awful.

I was angry at Peter and Ace for being disrespectful toward everything we had accomplished and everything the fans were giving us. I bought into the idea that this really was it. The end of Kiss. There was no place to go. it was unbearable.

We were stuck in a rut musically as well – basically playing the same 17 songs we’d taught them for the initial reunion. This was the third tour with the same set list. Peter and Ace just couldn’t master any more. The needle was already into the red. I had to come up with nonsensical interview responses to questions about why we were playing the same songs. I couldn’t just say, “because Peter and Ace can’t learn any others.”