Features a cover of "No Milk Today" (a Top Ten hit in the UK for Herman's Hermits).

The follow-up to Cat Scatch Fever.

Dare I used sun-kissed and The Ramones in the same sentence?

Rock n' roll photo ops trump traffic regulations and common courtesy. That's covered in Rock Entitlement 203.

This Dister shot was probably staged like a 1000 other shots on the Champs, but when I was holed up in the Hotel Astrid down at the end of avenue Carnot (off camera to the right) back in '06, it never occurred to *me* to do such a thing. I mean negotiating the traffic around and approaching the Arc is not for the faint of heart.

Or maybe that opinion is the essence of my "out of timeness" ... cue the Stone's "Out of Time" ...

She wrote this little thing ...

Like the old days ... from the 30th Anniversary reissue of Blondie's "Parallel Lines" ... design by Tom Bejgrowicz.

Funk vocalist/percussionist Buddy Miles of The Buddy Miles Express strikes an odd pose on this January 1969 Mercury Records 8 by 10.

Miles is most famous for his stint as the drummer for Jimi Hendrix's Band of Gypsys. He also sang "I Heard It Through the Grapevine" in those California Raisins Claymation commercials that aired in 1986.

Miles died of congestive heart failure in 2008.

What a great composition by theatrical photographer Maurice Seymour.

At the time, Doda was known as the prime purveyor of the "topless swim dance," a number she routinely did at SF's Condor Club. She also pioneered the "topless jerk."

More Monkees, more Doda ...

Nico, Nina, Nena ... how the Hell did Heidi get in there????

The mature popster and the pouty public dartboard have toured together on and off for 20-plus years.

The MooT's fave Zadoran quip, in the Berraesque vein: "I'm a native New Yorker — I was born in Hoboken."

(LIFE Magazine photo.)

I can still hear Enzo saying "That's a nice-a sauce—Ragu!" on those commercials.

Plus, I dug his crooning on Mike's show. He had great repartee with the likes of Ann Miller, Robert Hooks, Jerry Orbach, Milt Kamen, Kreskin, and Vivian Vance — to name a few.

(Roulette Records promotional shot by Maurice Seymour.)

(United Artists press photo.)

The year would be 1963.

Just before the Cubans and the Company perforated JFK's coconut. Before even the full Beatle-i-zation of these United States. The last moments of a simpler time in some ways.

The place would be Honolulu, Hawaii.

The Shell Bar would be the awesomest tiki bar in that city by the sheltered bay, and it was where many of the storylines on the classic TV show "Hawaiian Eye" (1959-1963) played out.

And Cricket would be the tres adorable singer-actress Connie Stevens, once-wife of Eddie Fisher. [Fisher, as you may know, was one of Hollywood's legendary swordsman, the David Spade of the late Fifties and early Sixties you might say. He had short little arms and — according to army buddy Ben Boxer — a long fishing pole (Fisher pole?), just like Spade (allegedly). How else to account for notches on his gnome's belt (he was barely 5-foot-4) like Gina Lollobrigida, Joan Collins, Kim Novak, Lana Turner, Mamie Van Doren, Marilyn Monroe, proto-Playmate Pat Sheehan, Angie Dickinson, Elizabeth Taylor, and Debbie Reynolds? The last two he married! And he and Debbie produced Princess Leia (Carrie Fisher).]

Don't know what Crickie's pouting about up there (maybe it's that only colored water is served during filming), but I'd like a chance to elicit a smile.

Along with Stevens, "Hawaiian Eye" starred Robert "Wild, Wild West" Conrad and Anthony Eisley as detectives Tom Lopaka (Conrad) and the suave Tracey Steele (Eisley).

The trio always hung out at the Shell, which was the watering hole in the fictional Hawaiian Village Hotel.

Cricket (last name Blake) not only sang at the bar, but she doubled as the hotel photographer, and tripled as the gift shop clerk.

The guys were not only the house dicks, but, in exchange for their peerless security services and ability to look cool just standing around, the hotel provided them with a luxurious private compound on the hotel grounds. (Yeah, I know what you're thinkin' — it's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it.)

As you'd expect, the guys spent more time with the sassy Cricket than they did with any crooks, essentially running their business (a private detective agency named — yep, you guessed it — Hawaiian Eye) from the bar.

While most of the show was shot inside on the Warner Bros. lot in Burbank, California, the TV Shell Bar's inspiration was a real place. The Hilton Hawaiian Village, right on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu, is home to the real joint. You can still have a drink or two and listen to some music there, but Cricket is nowhere to be found.

After getting more than a foot of snow dumped on my own humble pseudo-tiki bar out here on the south shore of Long Island recently, there's no place I'd rather be right now than at that version of the Shell on the Warners soundstage, listening to Sterling Mossman and his Barefoot Bar Gang churn through "Hula Cop Hop" while downing a few Scorpions, Mai Tais, Catamarans, Chi Chis, Zombies, Holy Cows, and some Ti Root Okolehao cut with a little Creme de Cacao — all with Ms. Blake hanging on my every word, and maybe my arm.

Whew ... I just got goosebumps on said arm.

Here are a few choice chirps from our girl in a single super-clip ...

That would be Steve Miller, a' course.

Mady (alternately spelled Maddie, Mattie, and Madi) is most recognizeable out of music circles for playing the nightclub singer in the cult classic "Kiss Me Deadly" (1955).

She was married to Joe Comfort, bassist for the Nat King Cole Trio and a session player on scores of Nelson Riddle/Frank Sinatra recordings during both performer's Capitol years.

Inspired by her, life-long friend Duke Ellington co-wrote the popular 1953 hit "Satin Doll" with Billy Strayhorn and Johnny Mercer.

She's surely one, twice, three times a Mady.