That album's from 1973. Kenneth Haigh himself is best known to American audiences as the (uncredited) advertising executive in the funniest scene in A Hard Day's Night...
..whereas in the UK he's remembered as the quintessential working class Angry Young Man actor of the 50s (he starred in the original Brit version of John Osborne's classic of the genre stage play Look Back In Anger in 1951.)
In any case, the album's title song is from Camelot, obviously, and one assumes the rest of the record is in a similar, possibly problematic, vein, although I have not been able to find credits or info for it anywhere.
The bottom line, of course, is that if anybody out there has a digital copy of the thing, and could be induced to share it with me, then I would be their best friend.
Oh yeah -- I should add that a coveted PowerPop No-Prize© will be awarded to any reader who gleans the album's relevance to the theme of tomorrow's Weekend Essay Question.
[h/t Frank De Stefano]
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All due respect, never mind Kenneth, how about that leggy assistant in her blouse and skirt with that haircut - oh, my goodness, I need to watch that movie again :-)
ChrisE — I feel your pain.😎
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Ah, Pete, going for Baroque, eh?
Songs that haven't aged well?
When A Hard Day's Night premiered in Berdoo, the soundtrack album and “Something New” had been out for a while. Everybody knew all the songs by heart. The radio was practically playing Beatles continuously. People had lined up around the block for the premiere matinee, A good portion of the crowd was girls, mostly twelve and up, Sandy and me were just nine so we only had to pay 50 cents to get in. The jerk-off at the ticket booth, who reminded me of Lumpy Rutherford, was giving us a hard time because he didn’t think we were under twelve. Being as we were very early developers Sandy and I had experienced the up and down sides to our development, sometimes simultaneously. Sandy got all riled up and told the guy he was keeping hundreds of anxious fans waiting over the fact we had boobs and eye make-up on. It was kind of funny to watch the frustrated crowd react when she screamed. ”Don’t be a dick, man! Just because we have tits doesn’t mean we’re 12! Give us our goddamned tickets, officer no-badge! What do you think? You run this place or something?” He finally relented.
It was a relatively small theater. 700 to 800 seats I’m guessing. It had a really cool marquee. Super old. There were a lot of annoying people there. I’m estimating a quarter of the girls there were Scream-ettes. Some of these idiots were even screaming at the images of the Beatles on the movie poster outside while waiting in line. Was it mass hysteria or mass conformity? I dunno, but the music was good.
The local radio station was doing a live remote from the theatre. We got interviewed and the pompadoured DJ asked us the lame question, “Who’s your favorite Beatle?” I responded by saying that they were an ensemble. He persisted with the lame question. I told him I liked the way they play off each other, their look and sense of humor. He asked Sandy what her favorite Beatles song was. She told him that, at this moment, she really loved “Things We Said Today.” The jock promised to get it on the air soon from the LP. He told us that the station would be doing a live remote from the drive-in theatre on Loma Linda later that day and wanted to know if we were going? Only if our parents took us.
Once the movie started, it took about fifteen minutes for the shriekers to calm down. Luckily, they stayed that way till the performance. But then they mostly sang along and clapped while some morons through jelly beans. We wanted to see it again so we hid in the bathroom between the change-over. Inexplicably, the co-feature was a Steve Reeves film.
Because Sandy and I matured early, we absorbed all forms of pop culture in search of what look we wanted. I’m not talking about the clothes so much as the facial look. Both of us had full-bodied long hair and we alternately wore it with bangs, curtains or pulled back. We wore a minimum of eye make-up, if at all. And we glossed our lips on occasion. We were always on the lookout for new ideas. We noticed Patti Boyd, that’s for sure. Anyway, we also noticed Haigh’s secretary for two ot three reasons. One, she had to put on her shoes, two she says tons with her eyes, and three, we like the way she wiggles her feet when perched atop the desk. I have sort of a thing about feet, actually from the feet to the back of my knees. Sandy bought me a thin gold ankle bracelet on my twelfth birthday for a reason. Anyway, the secretary got a credit while Haigh didn’t. I don’t know why. He had way more lines. Her name is Alison Seebohn. We know, we’ve seen this movie almost as much as Rocky Horror. I don’t care for her hair that much but she has a unique face. She looks sexy and verrry interesting. Not a fashion archetype for us, but I wouldn’t mind giving her a try and I’m pretty picky about sisters I sleep with. All in the realm of fantasy, of course.
VR
VR — Haigh is uncredited because he thought being in it was a bad career move. Apparently, he only did the part as a favor.
I forgot to include this photo of said actress
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VR
Thanks for the info Steve
VR,
Thanks for the info on Alison. Always enjoy your comments.
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