because the sixties didn't just end with the '60s
I STUMBLED AROUND the Internet looking for the name of the artist who did the poster for the 1968 movie The Green Berets. I found the Dangerous Minds website which not only identified the artist as Frank McCarthy, but had an entire page devoted to his art: “The Kick-Ass Poster Art Of Frank McCarthy” by Paul Gallagher includes four dozen pieces of art by McCarthy! [Read more] “frank mccarthy and the art of the movie poster”
WHEN THE SINGLE The Ballad Of The Green Berets was released in January 1966, I was 14-years-old (“one hundred men will test today”). Being a good, patriotic American lad, I went out and bought it on the same trip to the record store that I picked up the Byrds’ latest record, Set You Free This Time / It Won’t Be Wrong (“but only three win the green beret”). [Read more] “john wayne and “the green berets” as pentagon propaganda”
ON JANUARY 29, 1966, one of the strangest hit records in popular music made its debut on the Cash Box Top 100 chart. It was a simple, folk-like song that sounded like it should have been played over the closing credits of a movie, not played round-the-clock on Top 40 radio stations across the country. [Read more] “ssgt barry sadler and the ballad of the green berets (plus a few dominoes)”
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because the sixties didn’t just end with the ’60s
Mystically liberal Virgo enjoys long walks alone in the city at night in the rain with an umbrella and a flask of 10-year-old Laphroaig who strives to live by the maxim, “It ain’t what you know that gets you into trouble; it’s what you know that just ain’t so.
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn, and a college dropout (twice!). Occupationally, I have been a bartender, jewelry engraver, bouncer, landscape artist, and FEMA crew chief following the Great Flood of ’72 (and that was a job that I should never, ever have left).
I am also the final author of the original O’Sullivan Woodside price guides for record collectors and the original author of the Goldmine price guides for record collectors. As such, I was often referred to as the Price Guide Guru, and—as everyone should know—it behooves one to heed the words of a guru. (Unless, of course, you’re the Beatles.)
