Uh… thanks, Facebook?
Wonder which one of my friends is in this group.
Here it is! You CLAMORED for it and you got it, courtesy of Sassy fan Remyrogue - the Twin Peaks fashion spread from the October 1990 issue of Sassy Magazine.
PLEASE do not remove the Flickr attribution or re-upload this photo set. Remy LeBeau worked very hard to track down this magazine and share these images with us! I know there is very little I can do to stop you from doing these things but heed my words - stealing is not the Sassy Magazine way.
Here’s what I managed to bring back from BAM’s Little Shop of Horrors Sing-a-Long: a little bit of Rick Moranis talking about the original ending. And a fake rose they intended for us to throw at the screen.
Other interesting tidbits from his introduction:
- Little Shop of Horrors is his favorite film out of all the films he appeared in.
- LSOH was shot on the 007 stage at Pinewood Studios, “which is the closest I’ll ever get to James Bond.”
- During scenes with the plant where he’d have to move at half speed (more accurately 2/3 speed), he found the trick to walking in slow motion is to keep your butt tight because you tend to let it loosen up when you walk in slo-mo.
- He would practice slow-mo walking with Sigourney Weaver, who was shooting Aliens on a neighboring stage and had to do the same thing.
(The line we all laughed loudly over: “Hahaha, isn’t it funny that everybody’s dying.” :)
The rest of his intro felt and sounded much like the Nerdist interview, so go have a listen to that for Rick Moranis telling you story after story in a fatherly sort of way.
P.S. The lovely lady is Cheryl Henson.
I WAS THERE (not quite this close)
AND IT WAS SO FUCKING AWESOME.
I am so, so, SO grateful. O what a world.
GUEST: We have done everything that there is to do in NYC. What else is there?
GUEST: Yep. We’ve been here 3 days.
CONCIERGE: So you have done the Highline Park and the Guggenheim?
GUEST: (lying) Umm, yes?
CONCIERGE: And Chelsea Market and jazz clubs and a comedy show?
GUEST: Umm. Yeah. We did that.
CONCIERGE: Bronx Zoo and Botanical Garden? Moma? Helicopter Tours? Visit the UN?
GUEST: Well, we did the Empire State Building and Statue of Liberty. So, pretty much everything.
CONCIERGE: Sure. So you’ve clearly already done The Museum of Sex and the Brooklyn Promenade and the TMZ tour? Hm. I don’t know, since you’ve done everything. Would you be interested in a 5 star restaurant reservation?
GUEST: Umm. What else do you recommend?
CONCIERGE: Hm. Well, if you’ve already done Rock and Roll Karaoke at Arlene’s and the NBC Studio Tours. You caught a show at The Box? You’ve grabbed a drink at a secret bar where you need a password?
GUEST: Hm. I think we’ll just go see “Gravity” again.
Árstíðir - Heyr himna smiður (Icelandic hymn) in train station
- Please take a moment out of your lives to close your eyes and listen to this. I’m not asking you to like it or even understand it but take a moment to listen to beauty. Sometimes I need a reminder that the most beautiful music can be created by three things; the human voice, harmony and words. That’s all you need. God is in the details. I’m not a religious person I suppose but I can feel God in music like this. In the silent moments between phrases, in the word stress, in the delicate harmonies and in the beauty of the singers. God doesn’t have to be one deity. It’s everywhere. It’s the mountains, and rivers, and trees and sometimes, it’s in us. It’s always there looking for a way out beyond societal structures and oppressions. It’s freedom and it’s our soul. So take a moment to listen.
Totally. I’m an atheist, and singing in harmony with my fellow humans is the closest I get to prayer. Being in the presence of this kind of performance is the closest I get to worship. It’s indescribable. It gives me chills and brings tears to my eyes.
Watching Ghostbusters, noticed the fake Ghostbusters-related cover of the venerable Atlantic Monthly — now The Atlantic, and my employer once-removed.
Figured I’d see what the actual cover for that and the other three magazines depicted looked like in October 1984, the month all of this supernatural excitement supposedly occurred. They are depicted. (Omni ceased publication a decade ago.)
The newspapers weren’t as easy to uncover, perhaps understandably. But two notes. One, the Globe is the tabloid Globe, in a pre-hyperactive front-page era. Two, its other banner headline was wrong. Diana gave birth the previous month.
These are the LA Knockers, a dance troupe active in Los Angeles from the mid-’70s through the early ’80s. And I think I love them.
Co-founder Jennifer Stace described them as “Los Angeles’ hottest, flashiest, all-female dance experience.”