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Posted: Oct 20, 2008 10:47 am
 
Petey Wheatstraw...ye shall be missed..
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 10:56 am
 
RIP
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 10:57 am
 
bitch...are you fo real?

shit...RIP.
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 11:05 am
 
oh man...
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 11:13 am
 
Noooooooo!!
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 11:14 am
 
Rat Soup Forever !
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 11:15 am
 
dolemite mother fucker

Posted: Oct 20, 2008 11:21 am
 
no way! what a drag.

r.i.p.
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 11:40 am
 
I saw RRM around 90-91 and it was the most entertaining spectacle I have ever witnessed. RRM going table to table with a wireless microphone, eating chicken wings off of peoples plates. Priceless.
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 11:58 am
 
damn! this sux.




R.I.P.
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 11:59 am
 
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 12:20 pm
 
R.I.P. Dolemite.
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 12:32 pm
 
All right,
All right,
Dolemite.
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 1:00 pm
 
WOW!!! The king of the party records is with us no more. An era has ended. One of the funniest F'ers to ever walk the earth is now bound for heaven. RIP.
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 1:01 pm
 
Fuck that, Mr. Blackwell just died -how will we know who is the worst dressed?
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 1:46 pm
 
PUT YOUR WEIGHT ON IT!

triumph of will over everything!
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 2:01 pm
 
Don't You Just Know It!
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 3:32 pm
 
You've got to be fucking kidding me. I've liked Rudy Ray Moore for awhile, but I was just starting to really get into his stuff over the weekend. FUCK!!!
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 4:20 pm
 
Rest ye well, Human Tornado.

R.I.P.
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 4:27 pm
 
I hope he tells Gabriel to move over and let him pass (or he'll stick his hush puppies up his ass).
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 5:36 pm
 
God this sucks. Rudy Ray Moore is a goner.
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 6:33 pm | Edited by: dont wanna be a fat boy
 
God this sucks. Rudy Ray Moore is a goner.

wholeheartedly seconded; saw him in St. Louis a couple years back and Rudy Ray was funnier (and ruder) than all fuck- that's a bummer
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 6:58 pm
 
Drop drop droppin like flies.

RIP.
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 8:21 pm
 
What the shit is this?

I will be missin the shit out of the man.
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 9:11 pm
 
gonna watch Dolemite in a little while in protest
Posted: Oct 20, 2008 11:47 pm
 
fuck.
Posted: Oct 21, 2008 12:05 am
 
Watch THE HUMAN TORNADO... truly one of the greatest movies ever made.
Posted: Oct 22, 2008 11:15 am
 
RRM was a driver for the Clowns on one tour and whenever anybody would say anything he would say "Don't You Just Know It!".......so Huey Smith wrote a song about it and the rest is history...
Posted: Oct 22, 2008 11:28 am
 
true story?
Posted: Oct 22, 2008 12:05 pm
 
That's an awesome story. One of my favorite songs.
Posted: Oct 22, 2008 12:17 pm
 
As true as any story like that is......I read it somewhere and once asked Jeff Hannusch who knows more about that kinda stuff that stuff than almost anyone and he said it was true....

Years ago at one of the first Ponderosa Stomps Rudy Ray Moore was sitting in a chair downstairs at Rock N Bowl and when I walked by I shouted "Don't You Just Know It!" and shook his hand....the huge smile that beamed out of him was confirmation enough to me...
Posted: Oct 22, 2008 1:38 pm
 
Now Queen Bee and Hamburger Pimp won't be so lonely.

R.I.P.
Posted: Oct 22, 2008 11:10 pm
 
From Norton Records:
It is with great sadness that we report the passing of one of Norton Records' premier stars, the incredible Rudy Ray Moore-- world famous movie star, recording artist and comedian, known throughout the world as the bad, bad Dolemite. We pass along some in-house memories here, adding to umpteen accumulating accolades.

BILLY REMEMBERS: THE CAT NAMED DOLEMITE
It's so hard to imagine that Rudy Ray Moore is gone. The phrase "larger than life" seems to have been coined just for him. The Dolemite character of his movies and comedy routines became part of his every day persona. I remember one time years ago, when Miriam and I drove over to pick up Rudy at his sister's place in West Orange, New Jersey. When we arrived at the address, I realized we had no apartment number so I went to use the pay phone outside to call him. There were two characters leaning against the phone booth, one drinking out of a paper sack. They gave me some grief about using “their” phone and a little uneasy banter was exchanged until Rudy strolled out the front door, resplendent in a long black coat with white ermine fur trim and a massive matching chapeau. The guy with the beverage's eyes popped out like in the cartoons. “DOLEMITE!" he cried out. “IT'S DOLE-FUCKIN'-MITE!” I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall the next morning when that cat tried to sort out his hangover.
Rudy may well have been the single most respected person I've ever met-- admired and revered by people from all walks of life. Once I was driving Rudy to the airport and he was jockeying two calls on his cell phone. He had a hip hop big shot on one line confirming Rudy's appearance at a Player's Ball, while he had a priest on hold. Rappers in particular all cited Rudy's groundbreaking films and records as an influence. One day while I was hauling records in and out of Coyote Studio basement here in Brooklyn, rap star Nas was shooting a video upstairs on North 6th Street. It was obvious that I was in the way, constantly coming in and out of the front door while they were trying to film. A crew member brought my interference to the attention of Mike Caiati, the owner of Coyote Studios. Mike told them to cut me some slack, that I was a friend of Dolemite. Suddenly everyone was my best pal and I was swapping Dolemite posters for delicious gourmet sandwiches.
Nathaniel Mayer, a major fan of Rudy's, pointed out after having his photo snapped with Rudy, “Where I live, if you show anybody a picture of you with Dolemite, you got gold…”
We had the great pleasure in recording Rudy along with Andre Williams on a cover of the Crawford Brothers' I Ain't Guilty, the pair belting out the duet like none other. Rudy arrived in the company of the immortal Jimmy "Mr. Motion" Lynch. Those guys were a non-stop riot! (Rudy climbing the three flights of stairs to the studio: "Jimmy, ain't they got an elevator?" Jimmy: "Sure, Rudy. You elevate one foot and then you elevate the other.") While in the studio, we asked Rudy if he would record a Public Service Announcement on the topic of his choice. He immediately chose AIDS as his topic, and proceeded to cut an excellent, informative off-the-cuff PSA. He then asked to cut another version with "hard words" for FM, and proceeded with a belligerent, hi-octane anti-AIDS rant that took even his saltiest "party records" one better.
When I told him I was booking him room at the Marriott Hotel when he emceed our Norton Soul Spectacular a couple of years ago, he refused to stay there, accusing me of overspending. “Billy, you're just like Busta Rhymes!” Rudy was total class on that show, bringing to the stage one star after another with the same fiery delivery he brought to the screen in DOLEMITE or PETEY WHEETSTRAW. A bad motherfucker to the end and indeed, much, much larger than life.

MIRIAM REMEMBERS: GENTLEMAN RUDY RAY MOORE

Billy's always goofing on me for calling things "Old School". For me, that means the good stuff, better ways, the real deal-- as defined by Rudy Ray Moore! The man defined the limits of taste, humor, and style and left everyone around him agog with his regal personality. And you know, he wasn't pompous-- he just naturally oozed total class. Just gliding through a door, you knew with Rudy that you were in the presence of a true V.I.P. And when he spoke, in that astonishing baritone, he could make a simple sentence an awesome, lyrical pronouncement.
We first met Rudy many years ago at a comedy show. The Great Gaylord called and told us Rudy was going to be doing a show in Jersey City with Wild Man Steve. None of us really knew what to expect-- we loved the Dolemite movies and were crazy about his old 45s, but we didn't know how approachable he'd be with a bunch of goofy greenhorn fans. We needn't have worried. Rudy strode in from the shadows after Wild Man, a tall, insanely handsome man with a dazzling smile, and immediately the audience erupted into enthusiastic screams and applause, particularly from the women! From a ladies point of view, let me assure you girls (and Rudy had a delectable way of says "GIRLS" that could make a 90 year old blush and giggle) that when he started cat calling the big bottom dolls, baiting them with what might be considered insults to the uninitiated, it became obvious that this was a man whose craft was making everybody feel like part of the show. Even when he engaged various ethnic, overly-proportional, overtly interesting, and well, plug ugly, people, it was like a hazing into a esteemed club. Getting called out by Rudy was a badge of honor, a matter of pride. Rudy wrapped up the show by personally presenting the ladies in the audience with battery-operated, light-up, scented roses while reciting his Legend of Dolemite, which is as close to the Rime of The Ancient Mariner as rockin' folk care to teeter. We all jumped up for a standing ovation that went all for some time, and afterwards, we all bought Dolemite back scratchers and got autographs and pictures with the man.
It was obvious that Rudy wanted to reach everyone the world over with his talents. He was not content with being a Black icon in film, or heralded as the first Rapper. It was back at an early WFMU record show in a church basement in the East Village, that Billy and I started speaking with Rudy about his early musical days. He was somewhat shocked that anyone thought there was interest in his early R&B recordings. He was instantly on it, digging for scrapbooks, tapes, and any ephemera to help us document his early pre-comedy career. We started seriously pulling together old recordings, and began interviewing Rudy for biographical notes. Rudy told the stories with great relish. We had the tape recorder going in the car during a snow storm while Rudy was belting out Rally In The Valley and remembering the amateur shows in Cleveland, St Louis, New York, Los Angeles--- every city where there was a venue and audience for Black entertainers. Another time we were eating dinner with him at a hotel restaurant, again over a tape recorder, when Rudy pulled out one of his impromptu, gemaceous nonsequiturs. An airline pilot, evidenced as so by the uniform and hat, was eating alone at another table. Quite suddenly, Rudy called out to him, "Excuse me, young man!" and the pilot looks around and says, "Me?" "Are you flying to Dayton, Ohio this evening?" he asked with great pomp and circumstance, with an elegant English accent. Puzzled, the pilot shook his head, no. Rudy went back into his story with us, without missing a beat. Trust me, it was one of funniest moments, ever. Totally out of the blue, unexplained and OLD SCHOOL. Well, the R&B collection ended up as a double LP set called HULLY GULLY FEVER, the first collection of his early records, and the first thorough telling of his early days from the R&B chitlin circuit to his first moments in standup comedy. He said it reminded him of how much he loved to sing, and he took to including some musical numbers amongst his comedy routines. The world will remember Rudy as an entertainment genius, as a man with great vision and daring, as a man who would continue working his craft until the end of his life. He will also be remembered as the last of the true gentlemen, a veritable Human Tornado whose work will never be forgotten and whose spirit will forever affect and inspire anyone who follows their heart, no matter what. We love you and miss you, Mr. Rudy Ray Moore.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/22/movies/22moore.html

http://www.latimes.com/news/obituaries/la-me-moore21-2008oct21,0,50520 90.story?track=rss

http://www.mtv.com/movies/news/articles/1597502/story.jhtml
Posted: Oct 23, 2008 1:36 am
 
Rudy Ray No Moore
Posted: Oct 28, 2008 4:06 pm
 
from the very understated, scholarly New York Times piece, this bit of dry hilarity:

Most critics refrained from overpraising “Dolemite,” with the possible exception of John Leland, who wrote in The New York Times in 2002 that it “remains the ‘Citizen Kane’ of kung fu pimping movies.”

thanks for printing billy & miriam's bits.

Rudy Ray Moore. Wow.
Posted: Oct 28, 2008 4:31 pm
 
I ain't lyin'!!!
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