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"Tex Morton was an early country music star in New Zealand, Australia, and, to a lesser degree, in southern Asia. In a time when the American country-music boom was just beginning to echo around the world, Morton turned his natural talent for yodeling into full-blown country music stardom, even making his way to America for a time. Andrew K. Smith's biography explores Morton's early life, his burgeoning career, his tumultuous stardom, his final years, and his lasting place in the global phenomenon of country music"--
Of the many girl-groups that came out of the 1960s, none is more idiosyncratic and influential than the Shangri-Las. They were together only five years, but within that time they subverted pop standards and foreshadowed a generation of tough women in music. Critically, they are not lauded in the way of the Ronettes, and they are certainly not a household name like the Supremes. They were a little too low-brow with an uncouth flair for theatrics that has placed them just left of the girl-group canon. This book examines the still-elusive validation of 1960s girl-groups as a whole, but also paradoxically aims to free the Shangri-Las from that category, viewing them instead with the sort of individuality traditionally afforded to rock groups. They were somehow able to challenge the status quo under the guise of sticky-sweet pop, a feat not many pop groups can achieve, but which they do fleetingly but not insubstantially in Golden Hits of the Shangri-Las.
Disasters, disappointments, dashed hopes ... Doesn't seem that easy, just to find a good man, love him and be loved back. But I shan't give up trying. The war is over, but life goes on for Land Girls Prue, Stella and Ag. While two of the girls are married, Prue, the incorrigible flirt, has no one and is engaged in a quest for a man to provide her with security and gold taps. A year after the girls leave Hallows Farm, Prue finds just such a man and a marriage that protects her from the hardships of post-war Manchester. But she still hankers for the life she so loved as a Land Girl, though it's hard to get work on the sort of farm that provided unimaginable happiness during the war. The lives ...
For over two decades Creepy magazine presented some of the most gripping tales of terror, mayhem, and the supernatural ever told in graphic fiction, and was a showcase of the stellar work of comics legends Archie Goodwin, Frank Frazetta, Reed Crandall, Steve Ditko, and many more. Long available only as expensive collectibles, Creepy Archives Volume 4 collects Creepy issues #16–#20 in a value-priced paperback edition and includes original letters pages, text features, and ads.
Pulpy, smart, and scary, the stories in Creepy constituted some of the best shortform horror fiction ever told in comics. With legendary comics writer/editor Archie Goodwin both editing the magazine and crafting most of its storytelling, Creepy was at once a newsstand favorite with fright fans, and a vaunted showcase of fine comics art for serious fans of the art form. For decades, the only sources for these stories were the expensive collectible original issues. Now Dark Horse is collecting all of the original material from the history of Creepy magazine into a hardcover archive library that is garnering rave reviews from fans and critics alike! * "... this superlatively packaged Creepy Archives hardcover is a fine dénouement for fans of EC and comics history." Boston Weekly Dig * Grab your bleeding glasses and crack open this fourth big volume, collecting Creepy issues #16#20. "Since the stock is much finer than the authentic newsprint, visually, these pages are better than the originals, with moodly, dark blacks that punctuate the shock endings." Publishers Weekly
Novel: An author's investigation into the life and death of an insular Bay Haven resident reveals a tangle of occult mystery, mischief, diabolical adventure and the more-than-vicarious pleasures of literally sharing the lives of strangers.