Clips from a few episodes of “Good Morning Britain” from 1989 featuring Neil Diamond being interviewed by the show’s Hollywood correspondent, our good friend Robert Osborne. There’s not much of Bob, just the back of his head and his voice, but I thought the SBBN chapter of the Robert Osborne Fan Club might appreciate this. UPDATE 2013: The interview has disappeared off of YouTube, but you can find low-quality clips from the IAISND fan club here: Part One, Part Two, Part Three. And I’d just like to go on record to say that if you can’t calm your nerves during a soothing, ultra professional interview with Robert Osborne, then honey, you are wound too tightly. Jeez, half the time I watch Neil in an interview I want to get him some chamomile tea and a Valium. To my SBBN regulars, if there are any of you left after my near silence of the last few months, I don’t mean to be coy about this current project, which I’m sure seems quite out of character for the blog. It’s all leading up to a review of The Jazz Singer (1980), so… well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say there is method to my madness because there probably isn’t, but there is at least movie content in my madness. Part two of said madness should be arriving in about three weeks, give or take, and a new look for SBBN may be arriving about the same time. It’ll … Continue reading
What’s knittin’, Kitten? There is no better way to celebrate Neil Diamond’s 71st birthday than to tease him about the questionable things he did when he was young. Everyone, go thank Capricornonevintage on Flickr for making your day just a little bit brighter. Then send your happy birthday wishes to Neil on Twitter, because I think he’s finally learned how to read @replies and might actually get your message. Here’s a slightly larger version if you want to read the hilarious ad copy.
Dick Clark was especially cranky that August afternoon in 1966. For a decade he had been asking harmless questions of both guests and giggly teens on “American Bandstand,” but today’s silly subject irritated him, made him self conscious. A professional study had recently claimed most men within a few years would be wearing long hair. Sensing perhaps that his own mathematically correct hair was no longer hip, he must have felt this new singer, a young man stalwartly holding on to a magnificent late-era rockabilly pompadour in the age of shaggy hair, was a kindred spirit. After the rocker threw a sexy hey-baby head swagger at the girls, Clark asked him his thoughts on long hair. The kid managed an answer of a sort, too nervous to make much sense but also entirely uninterested in the subject. Frustrated, Clark bared his sharp teeth in an attempted smile, then asked the singer the title of his new album. More nervous than you’d expect a tall, rebellious kid clad in deliberate brooding black to be, he stammered out: “The album is called ‘The Neil of…’ uh, ‘The Neil of…,’ no, it’s called ‘The Feel of Neil Diamond.’” For decades, Diamond has spun the romantic tale of that all-black wardrobe of his early days as a manifestation of his intense performance insecurity. But amidst a culture that dictated bright clothing, his dark monochrome look was bound to generate attention. When he played the Hollywood Bowl in 1966 he strode on stage in black … Continue reading
Leonard Maltin posted a few of his vintage New Year publicity stills today, including this terrific 1927 promotional featuring Patsy Ruth Miller and one of my best pretend boyfriends, Monte Blue.