Photos from my art show, “Into the Woods.” Sorry they are so awful. This night was FAR more stressful than I would have imagined.
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10 Sept. 14: Ep. 317 PlaylistTerrible Spaceship - Hello [Invaders 1938]Gary Glitter - Hello, Hello I’m Back Again [The 70’s - 1973]Electric Light Orchestra - Don’t Bring Me Down [All Over The World: The Very Best Of ELO]Professor Elemental - Back in the Swing of Things (91 Remix) [Father of Invention]UnwomanLet the Music Play [Uncovered Volume 1]Circus Contraption - Over the Rails [Grand American Traveling Dime Museum]Biscuithead & the Biscuit Badgers - Never Going Back [Dinosaurs Ate My Caravan]Tom Waits - The Return Of Jackie And Judy [Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards]Nina Hagen - All Over Nothing At All [Big Band Explosion]Dr. Steel - Back and Forth [People of Earth]Janet Klein and Her Parlor Boys - Poppa’s Back With Momma Now [Whoopee Hey! Hey!]Caro Emerald - Coming Back as a Man [The Shocking Miss Emerald]The Clumsy Lovers - Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright [Barnburner]Dolly Parton - Back Home [My Tennessee Mountain Home]Riders In The Sky - Back In The Saddle Again [Public Cowboy #1 - A Centennial Tribute to the Music of Gene Autry]Over The Rhine - Entertaining Thoughts [The Trumpet Child]The Drowning Lovers - Your Heart Has Died [Chatham Mills]Groucho Marx - Hello I Must Be Going[Animal Crackers]Incidental music: Gloria GaynorLogo: David Göbel, bulletride.deProduced by the Clockwork Cabaret. Hosted by Emmett Davenport & Lady Attercop.
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Have you ever wanted to drink a cocktail made from creme de menthe, lime juice, bitters & gin? Me either. But the Victorians sure did!
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If you want to drink along with us while watching our Kickstarter video, you can make your very own The Fallen Angel with the recipe below.
2 oz of Gin
1 tsp of Creme de Menthe
Juice from 1/2 a Lime
2 dashes of Bitters
Shake with ice, and serve in a short glass.
Can I bellow “CUMMING” the same way I bellow “SWINTON”?
I remain skeptical.
yes, yes you can.
Also gentlemen, take note: this is how you age spectacularly.
I view him and SWINTON as the benevolent, saucy, ambiguous godparents we ALL need.
Alexander Graham Belle’s experiments take a strange turn.
"I say, Watson. I appear to have become a dog."
She walked screaming out of the white smoke, a black-clad goddess of death, exuding aggressive sex. Her eyes held just a tinge of threat. Her nails, phallic daggers of implied violence. Waist shrunken to a ghastly circumference, her eyebrows archly painted, her long black hair swirling behind and around her, she shocked, titillated, angered, obsessed.
She called herself Vampira.
She introduced every show with a scream, a bloodcurdling extrusion that had to issue out of some cavern too big, dark, and lonely to live inside her impossible 36-17-36 figure. She screamed and looked directly at the camera, a goth Garbo who seized the eye of the audience, refusing to become a simple object of their regard. She seduced them with the offer of a night of B-movies, horror and sci-fi fare, mostly execrable, but seasoned with her spicy sweetness and her undertone of aggression that radiated underneath heavy white pancake make-up.
Nobody could turn off the TV. It was 1954.
Maila Nurmi screamed in a postwar America of chilling optimism, everyday repressions, and awkward silences. She was the child of Finnish immigrants, a runaway in the 30’s who worked as an actor, a model for softcore men’s magazines, and a burlesque dancer. She had a taste for the macabre that led her to delve into the sediment of midcentury America until it yielded its dark treasures. A pin-up model who found herself turned into the 50’s American middle class housewife, she refashioned herself to escape the confines of cultural expectation.
Nurmi had explored the tangled underside of the country since the mid-1940s; an underground gothic land lived beneath the sun- lit world of postwar America. As a young runaway, she performed in a New York horror/burlesque show known as “Spook Scandals” that had called for her to rise out of a coffin and scream. There she had begun to craft the character of Vampira, thinking about how the sexy and the horrific could intertwine, a dance between Eros and Thanatos.
“Dig Me, Vampira” was like nothing that had yet appeared in television’s brief existence. Premiering on April 30, 1954, it became an instant hit in the Los Angeles area. Then things exploded. *****
Vampira quickly reached a larger audience through a Life magazine photo shoot. She appeared on Red Skelton’s popular show alongside Lon Chaney Jr. and Bela Lugosi. She hung out with James Dean and his entourage at Googie’s Restaurant, one of the few late night spots in 1950s Hollywood. She became part of “the night watch,” aspiring actors and directors that hovered around Dean, the strange and beautiful boy from Indiana who had yet to reach superstardom in East of Eden.
Ratings for the Vampira show shot through the roof in the year to come and Nurmi seemed on the verge of major stardom. But KABC cancelled her contract around the time of the death of James Dean. Despite her popularity, Vampira had spun a web of controversy that entangled her and the station. FCC warnings, a lawsuit by a starlet who thought her career had been ruined by the image of Vampira, and, finally, the end of Nurmi’s marriage to Reisner, a blow to the station’s public relations campaign that had attempted to portray her as a normal housewife who liked to play dress-up as a bit of “horrific whimsy.” Dean’s death, or at least the bizarre rumors that surrounded Nurmi in the aftermath of it, represented the final straw.
By the late 1950s her television career was over; she lived with her mother while receiving unemployment benefits. She appeared in the Ed Wood directed Plan 9 from Outer Space that, while later a cult hit, barely had any audience at all in the first years of its existence. True and lasting stardom never came calling again. By the 1960s, Nurmi supported herself as a tile contractor. Stories, patently untrue, circulated of roles in pornographic films. She became a figure of local legend in West Hollywood, part of a cast of peculiar characters who’d once been famous and now were not.
Vampira disappeared. But she thrived in the cultural underground. Maila Nurmi hung out with the punk/metal band the Misfits in the 80s at places like West Hollywood Vinyl Fetish. She also worked on a book she never finished, a memoir of underside of a 50s Hollywood that stayed up late nights at Googies Restaurant, popped pills, and lived off the warm glow of stardom it stalked.
She died, alone, in 2008.
Perhaps this is all that we need know of her story. Perhaps it’s more or less all that can be known. It’s true that her influence has spread far and wide. There may not be a horror convention where her visage doesn’t influence the tattooed seductress cos-players, not a horror host who doesn’t owe something to her camp humor, no mistress of the night anywhere whose ultimate origin point can’t be traced to this runaway, this late night comedian.
Vampira borrowed from many of the ghosts that haunted American culture, elements never before brought together with the kind of sexual energy and threatening cultural pose that Vampira adopted. She described her character as a monster crafted out of the elements of American history, the terrors of the great depression, and the postwar style of the Beats. She raises questions about everything we think we know about the American fifties.
Excerpted from Vampira: Dark Goddess of Horror. Copyright 2014 by W. Scott Poole. Published by Soft Skull Press. All rights reserved. Photos: Collection of the Author