Weekend BigBoy 24.12.13 – Chrome Dreams and Cosmic Scream

Manifesto Maravillado Weekend BigBoy 24.12.13 Blast Off into Anarchy: Chrome Dreams and Cosmic Scream

Time for your Weekend Lobotomy, my Slack-Jawed Jungle Junkies!

This Weekend BigBoy is tearing through the cosmos, cranked up to 11 and ready to hurl your ape-brained noggin into the unfiltered madness of Manifesto Maravillado. We’re revving engines, shredding riffs, and blasting into a chrome-drenched carnival of chaos where logic takes a backseat, and the wild runs free.

Forget calm, forget control; this week, we’re diving deep into the raw, primal glory of de-evolution. With roaring engines, cosmic adventures, and rebellion oozing from every greasy page, this edition is a high-octane symphony of grit, grease, and unapologetic anarchy. If you’re not dragging your knuckles by the end, you’re doing it wrong.

I, The Great Ape, your fearless leader through this jungle of chaos, am here to guide you through tales of chrome beasts, leather-clad outlaws, and jukebox rebels blazing trails across interstellar highways. Whether it’s pinups with attitude, drag-strip dynasties, or punk-powered pulp, this ride promises no brakes, no boundaries—just pure, glorious chaos.

This time, we’re lighting the fuse on a rocket-powered rampage through the cosmos. Imagine chrome machines screaming into the void, galactic renegades defying the odds, and a soundtrack that howls rebellion with every riff. No rules, no regrets—just the untamed thrill of the ride.

So slap on your helmets, rip off that rearview mirror, and let’s hit the road where rebellion reigns supreme. This isn’t just a zine; it’s a full-throttle celebration of living loud, wild, and gloriously unhinged.

Welcome to the ride of your life my Fine Furry Freaks—this is Manifesto Maravillado, and The Great Ape has the wheel!

Full-Throttle Adventures of Grease and Grit

Jagger IS a muppet!

Get to it!

Frank Frazetta – The Final Gauntlet

Frank & Clint…

Forbidden Planet 1956

How to pick up chicks in the future!

Norma Jean and a Goat – Simpler times before her transformation into M.M.

Julie Bell and Boris Vallejo Jungle Jill and the Ape-Man – A TARZAN PLAY from 2019.

I’m confused too!

Clemens Gritl, a visionary digital artist, delves into the stark, imposing world of Brutalist architecture with his series, “A Future City from The Past.“ His works reimagine monumental urban landscapes inspired by mid-20th-century Brutalist principles, where massive concrete structures and repetitive geometric forms dominate the horizon. These imagined cities are not just architectural marvels; they are monolithic utopias that evoke both awe and unease.

One of the most striking elements of Gritl’s creations is their emptiness. The absence of human presence amplifies the overwhelming scale of these structures, transforming the environment into a contemplative exploration of space, power, and isolation. Through these barren cityscapes, Gritl critiques the utopian ideals of Brutalism, questioning its application to urban planning and its psychological impact.

These digital renderings push the boundaries of Brutalist design, showcasing the raw beauty and uncompromising aesthetic of this architectural movement. Gritl’s work invites us to reflect on the relationship between humanity and its built environment, leaving us with a lingering sense of fascination and unease.

Meanwhile back up on SHADO Moonbase, there seems to be a photoshoot of the operatives going on right now.

Vic Prezio

On September 6, 1970, the Open Air Love and Peace Festival in Fehmarn, Germany, was set to host the Jimi Hendrix Experience, an act that had already reached legendary status. It was a day drenched in uncertainty, a day that promised to be another page in the book of rock ‘n’ roll history but instead became one of chaos and disillusionment. The crowd gathered—an eclectic mix of free spirits and curious souls—expecting a transcendent performance. Instead, they were confronted with a descent into madness.

From the moment the Experience took the stage, the air was thick with tension, as though the music itself couldn’t ignite its usual electric spark. Led by the enigmatic Jimi Hendrix, the band was renowned for their explosive energy, but this day was different. Hendrix’s strumming pierced the atmosphere not as a celebration but against the backdrop of trouble brewing on the festival’s edges.

Reports of local Hell’s Angels causing disturbances began to surface. Scuffles and threats rippled through the crowd, adding an ominous layer to the day. Then came the gunshots—a sharp, jarring sound that shattered what remained of the festival’s peace. For Hendrix, who had been grappling with fame, pressure, and personal struggles, the chaos deepened his fragile state of mind.

Ever the professional, Hendrix soldiered on. Yet, the joy of performance, that unbridled passion for music, was eclipsed by the surrounding madness. Each note he played carried an undertone of tension, and the audience’s energy began to dwindle under the weight of the escalating turmoil.

As the evening wore on, Hendrix, visibly shaken, signaled to wrap up the set early. The music that had once soared with transcendence now seemed like a desperate attempt to rise above the chaos. By the time the band left the stage, the sense of loss was unmistakable. What was meant to be a celebration of peace and love had devolved into a grim spectacle.

For Hendrix, it wasn’t just a bad gig—it was a reckoning. The festival, once a beacon of freedom and expression, had ended in disarray, a bitter contrast to the euphoria his music had once inspired. In the days that followed, speculation grew about the toll it took on Hendrix, whose struggles would culminate in his untimely death a year later.

For those who witnessed that fateful day, it was a stark reminder that even the brightest stars aren’t immune to chaos. The echoes of Hendrix’s music, filled with brilliance yet shadowed by turbulence, continue to resonate as a testament to both his genius and the fragility of his spirit.

William Kuntsler 1960

Sweet – “Burn On The Flame,” Musikladen 11.11.1974

Step into the sonic time capsule of Sweet’s lost German concert, a hidden gem filmed during rehearsals for a TV show that never saw the light of day. “Burn On The Flame” is an electrifying showcase of the band’s raw energy and unfiltered musicianship, captured in its full glory on November 11, 1974.

This performance offers a rare glimpse into Sweet at their peak—no gimmicks, no glossy production, just pure rock ‘n’ roll power. Brian Connolly’s searing vocals, Andy Scott’s razor-sharp guitar riffs, Steve Priest’s thunderous bass lines, and Mick Tucker’s impeccable drumming blend into a performance that’s both primal and polished.

“Burn On The Flame” roars with a gritty intensity, showcasing Sweet’s ability to bridge glam rock swagger with hard rock muscle. It’s a testament to a band that wasn’t afraid to push boundaries and prove they were much more than a glitter-coated sensation.

Unearthed from the vaults, this lost recording is a gift to fans—a reminder of the unrelenting energy and talent that made Sweet one of the defining acts of the era. So crank it up and let the flame burn bright!

Thirst for Hurst

Some Mopar!

Natalie Wood (1966)

Fireball XL5

Last week, Fireball XL5 soared into the lawless expanse of the galaxy with Episode 8: “Space Pirates”, where Steve Zodiac and the crew clashed with ruthless cosmic marauders wielding advanced tech capable of galactic devastation. From daring space battles to cunning trickery, the team once again proved that no force in the universe can stand against their bravery and wit.

This week, Fireball XL5 shifts gears into the skies with Episode 9: “Flying Zodiac”! When reports of mysterious flying crafts disrupting vital trade routes reach Space City, Steve Zodiac and his crew are called to investigate. What begins as a routine patrol quickly turns into a high-stakes aerial showdown against rogue pilots in state-of-the-art flying machines. These airborne foes are fast, clever, and determined to outfly even the legendary Fireball XL5.

With Steve’s piloting skills tested like never before and the team working tirelessly to outsmart their adversaries, the crew uncovers a deeper conspiracy threatening the galaxy’s skies. Expect gravity-defying dogfights, ingenious teamwork, and pulse-pounding suspense as Fireball XL5 races to restore order above the stars.

Buckle up for a high-flying adventure packed with daring maneuvers, breathtaking action, and unforgettable heroics. “Flying Zodiac” reminds us that no matter the challenge—be it in space, sea, or sky—Fireball XL5 is always ready to rise to the occasion. Don’t miss this thrilling new chapter!

Double Whammy! A Fusion of Fender and Gibson….

Lynn Collins was born to play Dejah Thoris.

The Grump, gotta love the shorts.

Robert Maguire

The Byrds, The Doors, Martha Reeves, The Four Tops, The Whisky, Sunset Strip… not much happening that week then…

Irene Ryan, In and Out of “Granny” Mode

Anarchy and Nostalgia in a Chrome-Plated Carnival

John Bonham, affectionately known as “Bonzo”, was Led Zeppelin’s drummer and was a force of nature, a man whose sheer power and creativity behind the kit revolutionized the art of drumming. Born on May 31, 1948, in Redditch, England, Bonham developed an early fascination with drums, fashioning makeshift kits out of coffee tins and containers before receiving his first real drum set at the age of 15.

Bonham’s entry into Led Zeppelin in 1968 came through his childhood friend and bandmate, Robert Plant. While Jimmy Page had originally considered other drummers, Bonham’s explosive talent, combined with his thunderous bass drum technique and groove-heavy style, made him the undeniable choice. It wasn’t long before Bonham’s drumming became the backbone of the band’s sound, driving iconic tracks like “When the Levee Breaks,” “Kashmir,” and “Good Times Bad Times.”

One of Bonham’s trademarks was his revolutionary use of a single bass drum, achieving a level of speed and precision that left audiences stunned. Songs like “Immigrant Song” showcased his unrelenting pace, while “Fool in the Rain” displayed his ability to infuse complex polyrhythms with a swing feel, proving he wasn’t just a powerhouse but also a nuanced and versatile musician. His innovative approach to mic placement and drumming techniques, such as the legendary sound on “When the Levee Breaks” recorded in a stairwell for natural reverb, have been endlessly imitated but never equaled.

Offstage, Bonham was known for his larger-than-life personality, which included a love of fast cars and motorcycles. He famously bought and customized a fleet of hot rods, his pride being a 1975 Ford Model T hot rod. However, his exuberance often veered into excess, earning him a reputation for wild antics, such as riding motorcycles down hotel corridors and commandeering golf carts at 3 a.m. These stories, while colorful, underscored a man wrestling with the pressures of fame.

Despite the chaos, Bonham was deeply devoted to his family, especially his wife, Pat, and their two children, Jason and Zoë. His son, Jason Bonham, has carried on his father’s legacy, performing with Led Zeppelin at their 2007 reunion show in tribute to Bonzo’s memory.

Tragically, John Bonham passed away on September 25, 1980, at the age of 32, after a night of heavy drinking. His untimely death marked the end of Led Zeppelin, as the band members felt they could not continue without him. Bonham’s profound impact on rock drumming endures to this day, influencing countless drummers, from Dave Grohl to Chad Smith, who cite him as a cornerstone of their musical education.

John Bonham was an architect of sound, a virtuoso who brought an unmatched intensity to every beat. His contributions to music remain timeless, and his legacy as one of the greatest drummers in history will forever echo through the annals of rock ‘n’ roll. Bonzo’s heart beat so loudly in his music that it’s still felt by those who listen today.

In 1973, during Led Zeppelin’s legendary U.S. tour, John Bonham, the band’s powerhouse drummer, solidified his place as a symbol of rock ‘n’ roll excess and rebellion. While staying at the Hyatt House on Sunset Boulevard—known far and wide as the “Riot House” for its infamous reputation as a playground for rock stars—Bonham decided to turn an ordinary evening into an unforgettable escapade.

Fueled by his larger-than-life personality and an appetite for mischief, Bonham spotted a hotel buggy and couldn’t resist. With a group of equally adventurous roadies by his side, Bonham commandeered the vehicle, transforming it from a simple utility cart into a roaring vessel of chaos. Careening through the hotel’s corridors, narrowly dodging bewildered guests, and leaving a trail of destruction in their wake, Bonham’s antics perfectly captured the spirit of Led Zeppelin’s high-octane lifestyle.

Hotel staff, understandably furious at the chaos unfolding in their pristine hallways, quickly called for order. However, Zeppelin’s management—well-versed in handling the aftermath of the band’s escapades—swiftly took control. They paid for the damages quietly and ensured the incident didn’t overshadow the band’s meteoric rise. For Bonham, it was just another night of letting loose, blending the adrenaline of their on-stage performances with the uninhibited freedom of rock ‘n’ roll.

This buggy episode was more than just a wild story—it was emblematic of Bonham’s untamed personality and the era’s carefree rock ethos. Known for his seismic drumming, Bonham’s off-stage antics added a raw and human edge to his mythos, reminding fans that he lived life with the same ferocity he brought to his music. Tales like these became part of the legend of Led Zeppelin, a band whose existence was a masterclass in pushing boundaries, both musically and personally.

John Bonham’s escapades—like his thunderous drum solos—left a mark that will never fade. Whether he was creating groundbreaking rhythms on stage or turning hotel corridors into his playground, Bonzo embodied the spirit of rebellion and the electric energy of the golden age of rock. Fans still marvel at how the man behind the drum kit was also the force behind some of the most outrageous moments in rock history.

Bonham’s ability to live life at full throttle, unapologetically loud and fiercely untamed, became an enduring part of his legacy. It wasn’t just his drumming that resonated—it was the way he embraced life’s chaos, leaving behind a legacy that continues to inspire awe and admiration.

The 1973 live performance of “Moby Dick” at Madison Square Garden remains a legendary showcase of John Bonham’s unrivaled drumming prowess and Led Zeppelin’s electrifying stage presence. Known for its extended drum solo, this track served as Bonham’s crowning moment—a near-immortal statement of his ferocious talent and innovation behind the kit.

As the band launched into the bluesy intro, Bonham took center stage, seamlessly transitioning from rhythm keeper to soloist. Armed with only his sticks, boundless creativity, and raw power, Bonham unleashed a sonic storm that transformed Madison Square Garden into a temple of rhythm. His solos were not mere displays of technical skill; they were visceral, emotional, and entirely captivating. From the thunderous assault on the toms to the hypnotic patterns on his snare and cymbals, Bonham turned his drum kit into an orchestra of chaos and beauty.

Halfway through, he discarded his drumsticks and switched to using his bare hands—a signature move that underscored his inventiveness and showmanship. The audience, already spellbound, erupted into cheers as Bonham’s bare-handed drumming added a primal, almost tribal, energy to the performance. The sheer stamina and focus he exhibited were as awe-inspiring as the intricate rhythms he created.

Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, and John Paul Jones stepped back during the solo, allowing Bonham the space to command the stage. This wasn’t just a song; it was a spectacle—a moment where music transcended performance and became an expression of Bonham’s very essence. With each thunderous beat, he reminded the crowd why he was hailed as one of the greatest drummers of all time.

The MSG “Moby Dick” solo wasn’t just about technical wizardry—it was about pushing the boundaries of what live rock music could achieve. It showcased the heart and soul of Led Zeppelin: a band that thrived on risk, spontaneity, and sheer musical brilliance. Fans who were lucky enough to witness this live performance still talk about it with a reverence usually reserved for sacred experiences.

Even now, decades later, “Moby Dick” at the Royal albert Hall stands as a testament to Bonham’s legacy—a fearless innovator who brought thunder and precision to rock ‘n’ roll like no one else. For those watching in 1970, it was more than a drum solo; it was an earth-shaking reminder that John Bonham was the unstoppable pulse that was Led Zeppelin’s heartbeat.

The Valley of Gwangi (1969): Gustavo Rojo wrestles with a grumpy pterodactyl.

Olivia Newton John

It’s a chopper baby!

Dive Into the Rebellion of Retro Sci-Fi and Grit

Sometimes you just need more fibre in your diet…

Victor Prezio artwork in Battle Cry June 1963

With “Nightclubbing”, Iggy Pop doesn’t just invite you to the dancefloor—he drags you into the shadowy underbelly of the night, where glamour collides with decay. A standout track from his 1977 album The Idiot, “Nightclubbing” is a slow, slinky dirge that redefines cool with its haunting simplicity.

Fueled by a mechanical drum machine beat and David Bowie’s ghostly, piano-driven production, the track pulses with an eerie, hypnotic energy. Iggy’s detached, half-spoken vocals slither across the minimalist arrangement like cigarette smoke in a dimly lit room. It’s the sound of post-punk before post-punk knew what it was—a decadent, nihilistic anthem that’s equal parts swagger and menace.

Lyrically, Iggy sneers with irony, painting a picture of nightlife that’s both alluring and alienating. “Nightclubbing, we’re nightclubbing,” he croons, sounding both amused and world-weary, as if mocking the very idea of revelry. Yet, beneath the detached veneer, there’s an irresistible allure—a siren song for those drawn to the neon-lit chaos of after-dark escapades.

More than a song, “Nightclubbing” is an atmosphere—a cinematic, dystopian snapshot of hedonism in the late ’70s. It’s the soundtrack to a world where the party never ends but the hangover never begins, a timeless ode to the dark side of nightlife. Turn it on, and let it take you under.

Deb’s

She’s a Fave! You wanna know more?
Debbie Harry: The Iconic Rebel of Punk Rock and Pop Culture – Manifesto Maravillado

Arthur Leslie Ross

Released in 1962, “Telstar” by The Tornados captures the excitement and wonder of the early space age. Inspired by the launch of the Telstar communications satellite, this instrumental track feels like a direct transmission from the cosmos. Its swirling organ melodies, driving rhythm, and futuristic sound effects create a soundscape that is both haunting and exhilarating.

The track’s signature sound comes from the Clavioline, an early electronic keyboard that gives it an otherworldly, almost alien quality. Paired with the inventive production of Joe Meek, “Telstar” became a beacon of musical innovation, embodying the optimism of a world looking toward the stars.

This groundbreaking piece made history as the first British single to reach No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 in the United States, a landmark achievement that solidified its place in music history. Decades later, “Telstar” remains a timeless classic, a testament to the power of imagination and the allure of the unknown.

Turn it up, and let “Telstar” take you on an intergalactic journey, where the only limit is the stars themselves.

Winners are Grinners!

Bill Medcalf

In 1938, a shiny new car rolled onto the streets of South Richmond, Virginia, embodying the spirit of progress and the allure of modern innovation. This was the pre-World War II era—a time when automobiles symbolized more than just transportation. They were icons of mobility, independence, and rising aspirations, particularly for America’s growing middle class. A new car wasn’t just a purchase; it was a bold statement of financial stability and social ambition, gleaming with promise and prestige.

South Richmond’s streets in 1938 buzzed with change, mirroring a rapidly evolving American landscape. Neighborhoods were expanding, businesses were thriving, and the scars of the Great Depression were beginning to heal. The arrival of sleek new automobiles in communities like this was a milestone, feeding into the dream of prosperity that defined the American experience. Cars like the one pictured weren’t merely mechanical marvels—they were rolling proof of optimism and transformation, shining beacons of a country on the move.

This image is a view into the portal to a defining era in American culture. It reminds us of a time when the automobile was not only a practical tool but a powerful symbol of progress and modernity. In every chrome detail and every polished curve, we see the dreams of a generation that saw the open road as a gateway to freedom and opportunity.

From bustling urban streets to growing suburban neighborhoods, the car was reshaping America, driving not just individuals but an entire society forward. This 1938 scene in South Richmond captures a fleeting moment in history, one that speaks volumes about the intersection of technology, culture, and the indomitable American spirit.

Get the heck outta here!

The Great Ape’s High-Octane Journey Into Madness

Vic Prezio

Clutch Cargo Episode 2 “Arctic Bird Giant”

Get ready for another thrilling adventure as Clutch Cargo, his loyal dog Paddlefoot, and his young sidekick Spinner return in “Arctic Bird Giant”! In this icy installment, the team travels to the frozen Arctic to investigate reports of a gigantic bird causing havoc in a remote village. Their mission? To uncover the truth behind this monstrous menace and save the terrified locals.

But the Arctic is no place for the faint-hearted! As Clutch and the gang venture deep into the snow-covered wilderness, they face a series of challenges, from blinding blizzards to the mysterious bird’s sudden, thunderous attacks. With danger at every turn, Clutch must rely on his wits, courage, and a few clever tricks to keep his crew safe and unravel the mystery.

With its iconic Syncro-Vox animation style, blending real human mouths with illustrated characters, Clutch Cargo continues to push the boundaries of storytelling. “Arctic Bird Giant” serves up a frosty mix of suspense, humor, and fast-paced action that keeps viewers on the edge of their seats.

Bundle up and brace yourself for the next chapter in Clutch Cargo’s daring adventures—it’s going to be a wild ride through snow, ice, and high-flying thrills!

In 1960, Elizabeth Taylor, Hollywood’s quintessential icon, was captured at a boxing match, her dramatic flair stealing the spotlight. Known for commanding attention both on and off-screen, Taylor’s expressive reactions in the crowd rivaled the intensity of the action inside the ring. With her wide-eyed gaze and poised presence, she transformed the moment into pure spectacle, embodying the glamour and magnetism that made her a legend.

Taylor’s public appearances were always an event. From movie premieres to high-profile gatherings, she had a way of making even the simplest occasions unforgettable. This boxing match was no exception. Fully immersed in the drama unfolding before her, Taylor’s emotional engagement—caught in a mixture of thrill and suspense—elevated the night, making her as captivating as the match itself.

This snapshot is more than just a moment in time; it’s a reflection of Elizabeth Taylor’s unmatched charisma. Whether dazzling on-screen or simply sitting in the audience, she had an innate ability to draw all eyes toward her. Her bold expressions and unapologetic glamour made her one of the most photographed women of her time, and this image is a shining testament to her star power.

Together We Smoke, ‘Crime’ mag cover by Howel Dodd, 1953

Strap in and let The Cramps slither their way into your soul with the snarling, hip-shaking sleaze of “Can Your Pussy Do the Dog?”. This track is a primal howl straight out of the rockabilly graveyard, blending swampy guitar licks, pounding rhythms, and Lux Interior’s unmistakable feral growl.

Released in 1985 on their album A Date with Elvis, the song is the epitome of psychobilly chaos, dripping with the raw, unhinged energy that only The Cramps could conjure. Poison Ivy’s guitar work twists and writhes like a venomous snake, delivering riffs that crawl under your skin and stay there.

Equal parts raunchy and rebellious, the lyrics wink and snarl with that signature Cramps mix of humor and hedonism. It’s not just a song—it’s a challenge, a manifesto of wild abandon that dares you to let loose and embrace your inner delinquent.

“Can Your Pussy Do the Dog?” is an anthem for the weird, the wild, and the wonderfully unhinged. So grab your leather, turn up the reverb, and let The Cramps take you on a ride straight to rock ‘n’ roll purgatory.

Edwin Georgi.

Gravy Boobie!

Anarchy and Nostalgia in a Chrome-Plated Carnival

An extra finds time to have a quick smoke with the crossword on the set of 2001: A Space Odyssey.

Ed Balcourt

Wetzel’s Roadster

Wanna Now More ?

Wetzel’s Roadster: The Iconic ’32 Deuce That Defined Hot Rodding History

Philippe Caza

OK, Knuckle Draggers, brace yourselves for The Damned’s explosive Rockpalast performance from 2014—a masterclass in punk defiance, theatrical flair, and raw energy. Decades after igniting the punk scene, The Damned proved that they ain’t survivors; they’re still leading the charge, dragging us all into their glorious chaos.

With Dave Vanian exuding his gothic charisma and Captain Sensible riffing like a man possessed, this show was a sonic and visual spectacle. The set was a perfect storm of classic punk anthems like “New Rose” and “Neat Neat Neat,” alongside tracks showcasing their post-punk evolution. It was gritty, it was loud, and it was everything a punk gig should be—unpredictable, unrelenting, and unapologetically in-your-face.

The crowd? Frenzied. The energy? Off the charts. From the thunderous drums to the razor-sharp guitars, every note hit like a Molotov cocktail to the senses. This wasn’t just a performance; it was an all-out punk rock rebellion that demanded total surrender to the noise and the moment.

So, my knuckle-dragging nincompoops, fire up that video, crank the volume, and let the glorious anarchy of The Damned at Rockpalast 2014 take over. The Great Ape commands your compliance!

Mamie Van Doren, the quintessential blonde bombshell of the 1950s and 60s, radiated charm, charisma, and a rebellious energy that set her apart from her contemporaries. Known as one of Hollywood’s iconic sex symbols, Van Doren brought a unique mix of glamour and playfulness to the silver screen, carving out a niche for herself in films that celebrated her bold, magnetic persona. Whether starring in rock ‘n’ roll flicks or dramatic potboilers, Mamie embodied a fearless confidence that resonated with audiences.

In this vibrant image, Mamie exudes joy and vitality, surrounded by vinyl records and the unmistakable vibe of 1950s Americana. It’s a perfect snapshot of her persona: fun-loving, vivacious, and unapologetically herself. Always in sync with the cultural zeitgeist, she embraced the rock ‘n’ roll revolution, aligning her image with the rebellious youth culture that was reshaping America. From her daring roles in films like Untamed Youth to her undeniable presence as a pop culture icon, Mamie was the embodiment of freedom and flair.

Van Doren’s career spanned music, film, and even stage performances, making her a multi-faceted talent who defied being typecast. While Hollywood often boxed women into narrow roles, Mamie pushed back, cultivating an image that blended sultry allure with a sharp wit. She wasn’t just eye candy—she was a woman ahead of her time, unafraid to embrace her sexuality and stand out in an industry that often sought to tame such boldness.

This image of Mamie with her records captures her playful side while nodding to her influence in popular culture. Whether spinning rock ‘n’ roll hits or breaking hearts on-screen, Mamie Van Doren left an indelible mark, a reminder that true icons don’t just follow trends—they set them. Her legacy continues to shine as brightly as her platinum locks, cementing her place as one of the era’s most unforgettable stars.

Captain Wall and crocodile. France, circa 1940

George Rozen

So, who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!
And nearly a century later, his laugh still echoes, a chilling reminder of his place in the pantheon of pulp fiction legends.

The Shadow looms large over the annals of pulp fiction, a character as enigmatic as the darkness he moves through. First introduced in 1930 as a mysterious narrator for the Detective Story Hour radio program, The Shadow quickly transcended his humble beginnings. By 1931, he headlined his own magazine series, a cultural phenomenon that would span nearly two decades and redefine what it meant to be a vigilante hero.

The Shadow was more than a character—he was a mood, a presence, a specter of justice in a city plagued by crime and corruption. Operating in the darkened alleys and rooftops of a crime-ridden New York City, The Shadow struck fear into the hearts of criminals. His signature phrase, “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows,” became a chilling reminder of his omnipresence, his uncanny ability to see into the very soul of his adversaries.

Disguised as Lamont Cranston, a wealthy socialite, The Shadow maintained a dual existence. But it wasn’t just his skills or his unmatched cunning that made him unstoppable—it was his network of loyal agents. Each member of his inner circle brought unique talents to the fight against crime, from reformed criminals to savvy operatives. They were the unseen hands that extended his influence across the city, a silent army fighting alongside their shadowy leader.

The Shadow’s methods were as ruthless as the criminals he hunted. Unlike the clean-cut superheroes of later decades, he wasn’t afraid to kill when necessary. His moral compass was unyielding, his dedication to justice unwavering, but his tactics blurred the line between hero and anti-hero. He wasn’t out to inspire hope—he was there to deliver fear and retribution.

The Shadow Magazine debuted in 1931 under the pen name Maxwell Grant, the pseudonym of prolific writer Walter B. Gibson. Gibson’s output was legendary—at his peak, he churned out two full-length Shadow novels a month. By the time the magazine ended its run in 1949, it had published an astounding 325 issues. Gibson’s storytelling was rich in atmosphere, with stories that combined suspense, action, and a touch of the supernatural. The Shadow battled master criminals, corrupt elites, and even supernatural foes, weaving tales that kept readers on the edge of their seats.

What many don’t know is how much the magazine’s iconic cover art contributed to its success. Illustrated by artists like George Rozen and Graves Gladney, the covers were works of art in their own right. They depicted The Shadow as a towering figure cloaked in black, his face obscured by the brim of his hat and a crimson scarf. The imagery was striking, often showing him in high-stakes confrontations or dramatic moments of peril. These covers weren’t just illustrations; they were promises of the thrilling tales contained within.

The Shadow’s appeal wasn’t limited to the printed page. His transition to radio in 1937 brought the character to life in new ways, with Orson Welles famously voicing the role early on. The radio series ran until 1954, captivating audiences with tales of intrigue and danger. The Shadow also found new life in comic books, movies, and even a 1994 feature film starring Alec Baldwin. Each iteration of the character brought its own twist, but the core remained the same: The Shadow was a relentless force of justice, a dark avenger who operated where the law could not.

Perhaps what makes The Shadow so enduring is his timeless nature. He is both a product of his era and a character who transcends it. His stories reflect the anxieties of a society grappling with crime, corruption, and the fragility of order. At the same time, they tap into universal themes of justice and morality, asking us to confront the darkness within ourselves.

The Shadow’s legacy is vast, influencing countless characters and stories that followed. Batman, with his brooding demeanor and use of fear, owes a significant debt to The Shadow. But for all his imitators, there’s something uniquely compelling about The Shadow himself. He isn’t a symbol of hope or a beacon of light. He is a reminder that in the battle against evil, sometimes you need to fight fire with fire.

The Shadow may fade into the darkness, but his legacy endures—a whisper in the night, a silhouette on the skyline, and a timeless reminder that justice never sleeps.

Link Wray – “The Shadow Knows” (1958): The Riff That Lurks in the Dark

When Link Wray stepped into the studio to record “The Shadow Knows,” he wasn’t just crafting another rock ‘n’ roll tune—he was creating an aural noir, a sonic shadow that stalks your imagination. With his signature raw distortion and primal rhythm, Wray turned his guitar into a storytelling weapon, conjuring all the mystery, menace, and swagger that the title suggests.

The track is pure Link: dark, brooding, and utterly hypnotic. The growling riffs twist and writhe like a shadow slipping through a back alley, while the relentless rhythm captures the pulse of danger. It’s not hard to imagine this as the soundtrack for The Shadow himself, prowling the streets, delivering justice with a sinister laugh echoing in the night.

Link Wray embodied the raw power of rock ‘n’ roll—3 chords, 2 hands, and 1 lung. He didn’t need studio tricks or elaborate arrangements. His primal, unfiltered sound spoke louder than words ever could, and “The Shadow Knows” is a perfect example. The distorted chords feel like a warning shot; the reverb echoes like footsteps in an empty street. It’s gritty, unpolished, and utterly brilliant.

The track carries an undeniable cinematic quality, evoking the pulp thrills of the 1930s radio hero. It’s almost as if Wray’s guitar speaks the words that The Shadow never needed to say—“I know what evil lurks in the hearts of men.”

While “The Shadow Knows” didn’t become as iconic as Wray’s “Rumble,” its haunting charm and swagger make it an unsung gem of his catalog. It’s the sound of rebellion dipped in noir, a riff that doesn’t just play—it prowls. Like The Shadow himself, this track refuses to fade into the light, lurking in the back of your mind long after it’s over.

So, dim the lights, crank the volume, and let “The Shadow Knows” transport you into Link Wray’s shadowy world of mystery and mayhem. This is the raw, primal essence of rock ‘n’ roll—loud, untamed, and unforgettable. The Great Ape demands you play it loud!

Rudolf Sieber-Lonati.

What is in your Monaco trunk?

Wil Hulsey

In 1925, on a charming café terrace in Paris, a group of women savored a tranquil moment over steaming cups of coffee. This snapshot of Parisian life in the Roaring Twenties captures not just the elegance of the city but also the sweeping cultural and social changes of the time. With their chic hats, tailored coats, and stylish dresses, these women embody the era’s newfound sense of independence and modernity, as they confidently embraced life beyond traditional domestic confines.

Paris in the 1920s was alive with creativity and transformation, becoming a magnet for intellectuals, artists, and writers who made its cafés their headquarters for bold ideas and revolutionary thought. These terraces were more than places to sip coffee—they were vibrant social arenas, hubs of discussion, and stages where the pulse of modernist movements could be felt. For women, in particular, cafés symbolized freedom, offering a space where they could socialize, exchange ideas, and take part in the dynamic urban rhythm.

This scene also speaks to the relaxed, yet sophisticated, pace of life that defined Paris. The coffee served wasn’t merely a beverage—it was an invitation to linger, to observe, to connect. The very act of enjoying a cup at a café became a ritual, a symbol of Parisian charm and cultural richness.

Through this image, we’re transported to a time when the world was redefining itself, and Paris stood at the forefront of that revolution. It’s a nostalgic glimpse of a bygone era, when the simplicity of coffee and conversation at a café terrace reflected the elegance, freedom, and artistic spirit of the City of Light.

Ramones play Top Cat!

Publicity still for Gorilla at Large (1954), with Anne Bancroft giving good face.

Anarchy and Nostalgia in a Chrome-Plated Carnival

Sam Cherry

Mercedes C111-3

Axes!

Earth vs. the Flying Saucers (1956): When Aliens Attack, Duck and Cover!

Prepare for sci-fi mayhem at its finest—Earth vs. the Flying Saucers (1956) takes the paranoia of the atomic age, straps it to a flying saucer, and sends it hurtling toward Earth with laser beams blazing! Directed by Fred F. Sears, this cult classic captures the era’s Cold War anxiety and channels it into a wild ride of alien invasions and humankind’s desperate fight for survival.

The plot is simple yet iconic: advanced extraterrestrials arrive in their spinning death machines, and surprise—they’re not here for tea. Armed with ray guns, tractor beams, and a serious grudge, the aliens start vaporizing monuments faster than a tourist with a postcard collection. It’s up to Dr. Russell Marvin (Hugh Marlowe) and his team of brainiacs to figure out how to stop the onslaught before Earth turns into a galactic parking lot.

The real star of the show? Ray Harryhausen’s groundbreaking special effects. The flying saucers’ smooth, eerie spins and the destruction they wreak—crumbling the Washington Monument and tearing through Capitol Hill—are the stuff of cinematic legend. Harryhausen’s stop-motion mastery gives the film a visual punch that still impresses today, proving that a bit of ingenuity can turn a shoestring budget into silver-screen magic.

This isn’t just a tale of laser beams and explosions; it’s a snapshot of 1950s America, where atomic fears, mistrust of the unknown, and a touch of optimism blended into the perfect recipe for sci-fi gold. The dialogue is as stiff as the alien diplomacy, but that just adds to the charm. Every wooden exchange and overexplained gadget is a testament to the film’s earnestness, making it impossible not to love.

Why are the aliens so cranky? Why do their saucers look like they shop at a UFO discount store? The answers don’t matter—it’s all about the spectacle. This is sci-fi pulp at its best, where logic takes a backseat to ray gun shootouts and dramatic “humans vs. aliens” standoffs.

So strap in, grab your popcorn, and prepare for a barrage of 1950s chaos. The Great Ape commands you to watch—because if Earth ever goes toe-to-toe with flying saucers, this is exactly the kind of glorious mess we’d want it to be!

Big Motors, Big Hair and Short Dresses …

Glen Orbik

EC-1 police robot – Valdez Police, Valdez, Alaska (1985). An Ares robot made by 21st Century Robotics.

New York City, 1974—a bustling, gritty metropolis teetering on the edge of chaos yet brimming with boundless creativity. The city’s streets pulsed with life, blending the raw energy of its financial struggles with the undying spirit of reinvention. Amid the towering buildings and neon-lit storefronts, New Yorkers carved out their place in a cultural landscape that was as volatile as it was inspiring.

This was an era of contrasts: yellow cabs zipping through traffic-choked streets, grimy subway stations filled with graffiti, and iconic landmarks like Times Square glowing with a mix of glamour and decay. The city felt alive, almost feral, with a gritty determination that mirrored its residents’ resolve to thrive despite economic challenges. Yet, amid this turmoil, the seeds of cultural revolutions were taking root.

In SoHo’s loft spaces, artists redefined contemporary art, while in the Bronx, the foundations of hip-hop were being laid, destined to reshape music forever. Across town, the East Village ignited with the rebellious flames of punk rock, where clubs like CBGB became epicenters of raw, unfiltered creativity. Meanwhile, disco fever exploded in glittering nightclubs, offering an intoxicating escape from the city’s struggles.

The city’s identity in 1974 was gritty yet glamorous, a paradox that drew dreamers and misfits alike. The streets were alive with stories, from the rise of small businesses like diners and local stores to the burgeoning nightlife that became a beacon of freedom and expression. New York wasn’t just surviving—it was evolving, setting the stage for the cultural and artistic dominance it continues to wield today.

Even in its darkest moments, New York City never stopped moving forward, proving that out of struggle, beauty, and brilliance can emerge. It was a city like no other, where history was being made on every street corner, one bustling day at a time.

Congratulations on surviving another weekend of glorious chaos—you Slack-Jawed Jungle Junkies owe me a banana and a grease-stained handshake!

Keep the Chaos Rolling and the Chrome Shining!

Manifesto Maravillado – The Marvelous Manifest – isn’t just a zine; it’s a war cry for rebellion, a chrome-plated hymn to the wild, and a grease-fueled anthem for the de-evolved. It’s where the weird, the wild, and the unapologetic collide in a beautiful tangle of anarchy and nostalgia. We’re not playing by the rules; we’re burning the rulebook and using the ashes for drag-strip traction.

With me, The Great Ape, gripping the wheel like a madman with a mission, we’ve blazed through interstellar highways and jukebox dreams, leaving a trail of chrome, chaos, and cosmic carnage. Every page, every story, every rebel howl is a tribute to the untamed spirit of de-evolution—a roar that refuses to be silenced.

Imagine this: chrome-drenched machines screaming into the abyss, leather-clad renegades flipping the bird to conformity, and a symphony of rebellion blasting from a cosmic jukebox. This isn’t just a ride; it’s a rebellion against the ordinary and a salute to the absurd.

This is Manifesto Maravillado—the ultimate celebration of the bizarre, the bold, and the gloriously unhinged. Rev your engines, tighten your grips, and get ready, because we’re not slowing down. Next week’s BigBoy promises even more cosmic carnage, grease-slicked glory, and banana-flinging mayhem.

Stay wild, keep your engines roaring, and your knuckles dragging—this ride is far from over. Manifesto Maravillado is here to blaze a trail through the stars, and The Great Ape isn’t ready to put on the brakes just yet!