Barbara Woolworth Hutton (1912-1979) was an American debutante/socialite, heiress and philanthropist. She was dubbed the “Poor Little Rich Girl”, first when she was given a lavish and expensive debutante ball in 1930, amid the Great Depression, and later due to a notoriously troubled private life.
Rebranding: branding is something done to cattle and sheep to mark ownership, and rebranding happens when ownership changes. I think this one is about Hilbert maybe, due to the fact that @acidtygr once pointed out that his given surname is derived from the polish word for bull, and his multiple aliases which would make this episode title make sense.
Language Mapping: I have no real clue for this one, it’s probably maxwell or hera
Greensboro is a place in North Carolina, none of the characters are from there; a sit in happened at a woolworth’s there in 1960 protesting the white only lunch counters. It is considered one of the major events that sparked the civil rights movement. more info here: (x)
Things That Break Other Things: again, no real clue, jacobi vibe from the title tho.
Decommissioned: verb, to withdraw (someone or something) from service, in particular; to make (a nuclear reactor or weapon) inoperative, and dismantle and decontaminate it to make it safe or to take (a ship or tank) out of service. No clues that point definitely anywhere, but maybe Lovelace (prior military service) or Eiffel (wasn’t he kicked out of the military?)
Pagliacci is an Italian opera in a prologue and two acts, with music and libretto by Ruggero Leoncavallo. It is the only Leoncavallo opera that is still widely performed. the play is about actors lives outside of acting, and the character
Pagliacci is a stage name for the character Canio, who kills two people; his wife, Nedda, and her lover, Slivio. Not sure as to who this one might be about.
Kansas: a state in the midwestern part of the US, nothing really interesting about it (other than it being home to the geographical center of the 48 contiguous states.)
Above: Dunbar High School student, Deloris McDowel, at a lunch counter sit-in at the Lexington F.W. Woolworth’s lunch counter
The Calvert McCann photographs (dated 1961-1964; 3.7 cubic feet; 7
boxes) consist of 20 black and white photographic prints depicting the
Civil Rights Movement in Lexington and Frankfort, Kentucky. The
photographs show sit-ins at lunch counters, demonstrations in downtown
lexington, Louis Armstrong refusing to cross a picket line at the
Phoenix Hotel, and the March on Frankfort led by Martin Luther King, Jr,
Ralphy Abernathy, Wyatt Tee Walker, and Jackie Robinson.
Above: March on Frankfort led by (from left) Martin Luther King, Jr.; Ralph Abernathy; Wyatt Tee Walker; and Jackie Robinson
Calvert McCann (1942-2014) was a teenager when he began participating in
marches and demonstrations as part of the civil rights movement in
Lexington in the 1960s. While a part time employee at Michael’s
Photography Store in downtown Lexington, McCann began to document these
experiences on a Pentax 35mm camera that he carried everywhere. He
photographed demonstrations in downtown Lexington, sit-ins at lunch
counters, protests at the Phoenix Hotel, and the March on Frankfort led
by Martin Luther King, Jr. Much of the footage he took remained
undeveloped until the early 2000s when McCann gave the film to Gerald
Smith. Smith used the images in his book Black America Series:
Above: Henry Jones and his younger brother leading a demonstration on Lexington’s Main Street, circa 1960s
Rolling Stone Review of The Monkees 1969 performance at Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum
(transcribed from The Monkees: the day-by-day story of the ‘60s TV pop sensation)
Oakland Coliseum is a big place; it holds 24,000 or 30,000 people plus ushers and program hawkers. Unlike a week earlier when the Stones had played, there were only 1,500 (my guess) or 2,000 (the guard’s guess) people in the dim recesses of this huge plastic hall. Most of them seemed to be between ten and 16, although there were a good percentage of over-twenties with slicked-back hair and Woolworth’s bell-bottoms, and, as might be guessed, parents.
They sat through some of the worst bands I’ve ever heard, some of whom played only two numbers, and they applauded them. These two Bossjox from KYA appeared on stage in between and tried to get the audience to applaud more, but they knew what they wanted, and from time to time various sections erupted with cries of ‘MONKEES!’ One of the Bossjox said, ‘The Monkees asked me if I thought San Francisco would still go for them,’ and I just said, ‘Ho-ho-ho, just wait and see.’
Finally, it happened. Some cardboard music stands, just like the sax section had used in the high school dance band I’d played in, were set up. The word MONKEES was apparent on the front of them. And out walked these six black guys, five of them in black tuxes, one in a purple tux – Tony and the Goodtimes [sic], formerly backup band for Ike and Tina Turner. They played a tight, slick, professional, derivative rhythm-and-blues set. Tony did some loveable imitations of Otis Redding, some lovable soul routines – ‘Lemme hear you say YEAH!’ – and some lovable introducing of the band, and then they left the stage, the lights went up, the tension mounted, the audience pleaded, the Bossjox wasted time, the audience keened, the Bossjox wasted time, the audience shrieked, and suddenly there they were: Micky, Davy, and Mike.
It was strange. Micky and Davy up there trying to do exactly what the band had just gotten through doing with infinitely more finesse (well, professionalism anyway), and getting ten times the response. And Mike, up against the amp, trying to hide behind the band, back to the audience, tuning his guitar which was inaudible during the entire concert. They ran through ‘Daydream Believer,’ ‘Pleasant Valley Sunday,’ ‘I Wanna Be Free’ – all their hits (except, I noticed ‘Last Train to Clarksville’). In between were sandwiched bits of comedy-imitation Smothers Brothers routines. Micky getting sent backstage for messing up a song and coming back wringing out a handkerchief and putting a crybaby act. The audience was eating it up!
Mike Nesmith introduced ‘Listen To The Band’ by saying, ‘I’m gonna sing this song ‘cos that’s what I’m getting paid to do.’ Davy Jones sang ‘For Once In My Life’ and Micky Dolenz sang ‘Summertime’ with considerable histrionic effort. By the time Nesmith did ‘Johnny B. Goode’ I was thoroughly confused. They really did think they were doing an R&B show. And girls were SCREEEEAMING and rushing up to take pictures and being held back by security men and throwing beads and candy and notes and SCREEEAMING. Somebody threw up a brightly colored sign, which Dolenz picked up and showed to the audience. It said WE STILL LOVE YOU.
Back at the hotel Micky Dolenz was being very candid and honest about the whole thing. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘The Monkees is the name of a TV show. I was hired to play the part of a rock’n’roll drummer, but what I am is an entertainer trying to reach an audience of eight-year-old girls. I’m no more a Monkee than Lorne Greene is a Cartwright. There’ll be Monkee records in the future, done by Davy and me’ – apparently Nesmith is going to start a C&W band – ‘but I’m into producing my own films and acting. That’s where my roots are.’
One the bus home, Kathy, 16, from San Francisco, said they were ‘out of sight’ and proffered no further comment. Bill Marks, 15, from Richmond, was wearing Davy’s scarf, which Davy had given him. He was not smoking the cigarette Davy had given him. Celia was 16 and also from San Francisco. She was angry at the guards and the Bossjox who’d promised here a backstage pass and then reneged. But the one who seemed totally out of place was Laura, who was fully 20 years old, and just as starry-eyed as Celia was about Davy Jones, the little English Monkee. She kept on casting glances at the scarf Bill was wearing.
Dolenz had said, back at the hotel, that Davy intends to go into Broadway shows and nightclub singing, and if Laura is any indication, he’s got his audience already. She and Celia talked a little of the last San Francisco Monkees concert. They weren’t as good then, she said. In her handbag was a paperback entitled The Uses Of The Past.