Not Wally Trumbull’s favorite place to get a burger — that would be the original DuMont Burger — but his favorite place for the hangover- destroying peanut butter and bacon/waffle fry combo. In 2005, Wally told the now-defunct Gourmet magazine that, “The frozen custard remains a balm for me, in my darkest hours,†referring to the incident earlier that year at the Bryant Park location1 during which he was made to wait in line for the first — and only — time in his life.
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Summer 1978 was rough on Wally Trumbull, who was kicked out of Television— for his electronic drum set — and dropped by Taschen for his “aggravating indecision†to use crayons and Edison-era cameras for the “Columbu: Cruising†biographical (Franco) oversize. Hurt, Wally moved into The Chelsea Hotel and joined the neighborhood’s nascent weight-lifting community, gaining 30 pounds of lean muscle and a facial tic by Labor Day. He had convinced several of The Hotel’s guests to join him on his three-hour (mostly outdoor) sessions, including one Sid Vicious, who for some reason wasn’t gaining much weight. Worried, Wally arrived at Vicious’ room on Oct. 12, bearing cups of isolated protein to find the musician and his girl, Nancy Spungen, laying on the floor. Wally alerted authorities — a first for him — and became distraught enough to quit weightlifting outright. He would later bill Spungen’s estate for the cost of the shakes.
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Dorsia, a Glatt Kosher Cajun fusion restaurant-cum-death metal club of which Wally Trumbull was a minority owner, was famously the peak of the New York cuisine scene, introducing both sushi and Pentagram to high Manhattan society. In addition to putting respectable, if dirty, money into Wally’s elk leather satchel, the restaurant also inspired Le Bernardin’sMaguy Le Coze to move to the United States in earnest. It should be noted that Dorsia took fewer reservations a night than did Richard Nixon, but a handful of nightly patrons were admitted on the strength of their ponytails, and their teeth — the fewer the better. It was also Henry Kissinger’s favorite place to eat before he became allergic to cough syrup.
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The scene of Wally Trumbull’s only foray into medicine, as part of a freelance article for National Geographic entitled “Under the Knife in North America: An Expose of Medicine in the Other Boroughs.†Wally was the lead surgeon on duty when local police hero Frank Vincent Serpicowas carted in after being shot at point-blank range during a purported set-up in Williamsburg on Feb 3, 1971. While removing the .22 caliber bullet from Serpico’s face, Wally impacted the already fraying auditory nerve in the officer’s left ear, causing him to go half-deaf, and preventing the author from casting him in his off-Broadway musical, “Me and the Other Pope,†much to the chagrin of both. Out of respect, Wally would force at gunpoint the play’s lead actor, one Hillel O’Neal, to change his name to Frank Vincent, in tribute to the injured officer.
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The historic building was an enviable if short-lived domestic respite for Wally Trumbull between 1961 and ‘65, during which he and his second wife, Caroline Bouvier (not that one), raised a young daughter, Greta Jr., on the fifth floor’s west wing, along with a brindled Boston Terrier named Nutley. Wally wanted off the unmanned oil rig he lived aboard during 1960 so he could begin storyboarding “Retired Whale Watchers, Depression and New York,†(working title: “How to Gut an American Fishâ€), which would see release in 1967. However, tensions would rise in 1964, when Jack LaLanne, a new tenant, made inroads on Bouvier, leading to the marrieds’ loud arguments, eviction and eventual divorce. By fall 1965, Wally was living in a repurposed schooner on Rye-on-Hudson, with Greta shipped off to Andover, and Bouvier married to Detroit Lions quarterback Milt Plum. By Christmas, the author would recuse himself of both parental responsibilities and the then-astronomical child support payment of $50 monthly.
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Not one of Wally Trumbull’s favorite corners, having been busted across from Ray’s Pizza in the spring of 1983 for stealing a police car with one Raymond Barbieri (RIP). Barbieri got away on his bicycle, but Wally was not so lucky, and had to spend the night shackled to the radiator in the Special Investigations Unit waiting room. The escapade yielded some good, as Wally met Cyndy Garvey (ex-wife of Steve), outside SIU on his release the next morning. (She would later become his muse and subject of his best-selling vampire comic book “Ozarks Woman.â€) By mid-afternoon, he was banging dope in an alley off Bleecker St., and by 11 p.m., he was moshing to Major Conflict’s “Outgroup.â€
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What does Trumbull mean, some people have asked? What’s the deal with those posters all over the town?1 Why is your magazine/website/sticker named after a town in Connecticut? Or are you just big Detroit Tigers fans? Though it may not seem so, there’s a reason. Hopefully this sheds some light on what we are going for. If it doesn’t, then that’s cool too, you can always refer to our family tree.
RECKLESS DRIVING, BACK BAY: Two eyewitnesses, one tall, one short but wearing “stage shoes,” reported that someone had forced a dog at gunpoint to drive a Model T into the van of Drew Bledsoe (retired) on Sept. 9. The dog did not understand and drove into the nearest Audi. The Audi’s driver was later confirmed as Tom Brady, ponytail seeker and quarterback of the New England Patriots.
The victim (quarterback) told police that he had been listening to Stern in the car when he heard a loud non-diegetic bark. He looked outside his window but only saw a squat man in stage shoes chatting with a taller man with a leash.
Police said the dog was arrested on sight, despite a previous claim by his owner, Jeff, that he was “a good boy.”
The Patriots said in an official tweet and on their Facebook page on Thursday that Brady “reports that he’s OK.”
The damage to Brady’s car was estimated, by a vagrant, at less than $500. Actual damages were more severe.
Trip into archives has detail of monkeys racing dogs
Thursday, July 22, 2010
In lieu of new material for the summer, we have traipsed into our archives. Increased interest online in the below-mentioned material is cause for our selection.
NEW YORK (Trumbull Monkey Racing Newswire) — Call it the sport of kings of the jungle. In front of a packed-in house Thursday at the Dog Aqueducts in Queens, 2-to-3 favorite Fueled by Postum delivered on her promise as a dog which could be raced extremely fast by a trained monkey, taking the first Dog Triple Crown win in the history of Thoroughbred Monkey on a Dog Racing (TMDR). She won in easy fashion, glistening to the finish by bit more than two-and-a-thirds of a daschund’s length.
“She raced extremely well for a dog ridden by a monkey,” owner Abe Metro, of the fledgling movie house Metro, Goldwyn and Mayer, remarked from the dog winner’s circle. “This was a race for our president, Herbert Hoover.”
It was also the third win in as many races for Postum, which won the Preakness Monkey Stakes by two lengths and the Kansas Derby by five. Her owner stands to receive a healthy $82.50 sum for successful stewardship resulting in the Dog Triple Crown.
Monkey jockey Cynthia the Monkey, at the helm for all three Triple Crown races, rode Postum hard from the start and gained good distance from the first turn with stern usury of the reins. Postum, ever anxious to please her monkey boss, dug into the bit and began a violent, timed series of dog kicks, pushing dog rival and 3-to-1 shot Hotdogcracy into a dog hole its monkey jockey Stella the Monkey could not dig out of.
Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Summer for some people is fried corn, boat shoes in the park, cutoff jean shorts, independently-funded adult contemporary music, and bike rides to some pizza place on a checklist. Not us. Summer here includes but is not limited to: body odor, moldy linen suits, potato, and cheese burekas by the pound in holey and dewy plastic bags, barbeques gone wrong, twenty-dollar bills gone missing, starters’ arms and bullpens destroyed, camping for free and for pay, vacuum-sealing, the air conditioner’s box, getting the measles, sweating on the train platform, Billy Joel cover bands at Belmont, two-a-days, Mr. Two-Showers-A-Day, rotten, dead-air Sportscenters, wilting second-hand books, Ms. Undershirt-A-Day, spur moviegoing, shredded and curly cardboard diet coke and king can cases, Manon Rheaume drunk at the cottage, better parking spots, more sleep and less, Civic Holiday, pressurizing stretch runs, tons of tourists, cashing out and the subsequent race for rare joints.
Curation of soccer videos for people who wear overalls and use fast orange
Thursday, June 17, 2010
The World Cup is underway, which is awesome, for the reason that Charles P. Pierce describes: live, important daytime sports. Never underestimate the lightness and color that these excellent proceedings add to a day. Nothing better:
'Magic? You just pissed on a Gypsy in the middle of fucking nowhere.'
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Michael “Mickey” Gordon Peterson, d/b/a Charlie Bronson in the British prison system, is one of the craziest men alive. Originally sentenced to seven years for an armed robbery, he has now spent over 30 years of his life (he is 57) confined to a solitary cell due to his notoriously violent behavior directed towards his captors and the structures that have kept him locked away from human interaction for so long. The English prison system sentenced him to a lifetime of solitary for his malevolence, abandoning all hopes for rehabilitation, but Charlie never gave up on himself. Over the last decade he’s quit fighting and taking hostages, preferring to spend his time exercising, writing, and creating art.
You’ve really gotta check out the 2008 film about the guy, “Bronson,” directed by Nicolas Winding Refn (a Dane1). It seems pure accuracy was not Refn’s intent, setting out instead to make a film that depicted Charlie the way he actually saw himself during the years of his life when he was proudly, dedicatedly programmed for chaos. Visually, Larry Smith, the “Bronson” cinematographer, seems to have take some cues from working on the set of “Eyes Wide Shut” as a lighting cameraman back in ’99. The music in the film is also very good. I should also mention that Tom Hardy was decreed Best Actor by the British Independent Film Awards in 2009 for his role as the titular colossal man himself (he, too, is colossal).
So let’s open the file and learn more about this fascinating man.
Spring is finally here, an unquestionable sign that summer is just around the corner, a fact has a few implications for me: lots of swimming, lots of traveling, lots of All American Hamburger, lots of Ralph’s Italian Ices and tons of soul music of all varieties.
From my collection of Northern Soul, Soul and R&B 45s I’ve compiled a mix of what I feel are some essential sunny weather tunes that apply in many warm weather situations: dance parties, beach ragers, BBQs, and road trips just to name a few. There is a criterion for a feel-good summer soul song that I used to find the best examples for said mix. Blaring horns almost always a must, desperate, almost screamed, soulful vocals with instantly memorizable melodies, ripping upbeat drums, syrupy sweet guitar hooks (see Steve Cropper for a lesson), a little bit of whistling in some instances, organs in most, and finally, a good sturdy and bouncy bass line. There are a few exceptions to the formula here, which I’ve added for tension and to create some valleys and peaks.
These songs are intended get your foot moving, your head shaking, and to compliment the crazy feeling of a hot summer in the streets of America. Winter is dead, let’s celebrate.
What’s a Trumbull Man? I’m not entirely sure. But I know one (pause) when I see one. And Dwight “Doc” Gooden is that.
Doc broke into the bigs in 1984 and proceeded to pitch three years of the best baseball anyone ever saw. A Nike mural featuring the Mets ace remained on the side of the Holland Hotel on w. 42nd St. for 10 years. (Speaking of numbers, Doc’s appetite was revered around the clubhouse — one teammate claimed Gooden ate 30 chicken wings in one sitting.) The boy was young and skinny, tall like a string bean and straight out of high school in Tampa, Fla., (with a pit stop in Class A Lynchburg, where he went 19-4) with a 98 mph heater and an infectious fun-loving attitude that New York City adored. They nicknamed his curveball “Lord Charles” and dubbed him Doctor K, eventually shortened to Doc. He was The Man in New York during Wall Street’s heyday, though No. 16 would eventually amble down a dark path, struggling with cocaine addiction for the remainder of his career, which ended in 2001 with the Yankees at spring training.
A troubled a man as ever a Trumbull Man was, Dwight Gooden, we salute thee.
The baseball-rock nexus is a weird one. Lots of serious guys with goatees and bad white shoes, lots of guitars, lots of Americana. Some weird indie rock bands have baseball-themed albums. But this photo might be weirder. And weirder in the good Psycho Sin way, not the bad intense goatee way.
