So I'm sitting here tonight listening to a Franz Ferdinand CD and reading a Secret Agent X novel ("City of Madness" from the October 1936 issue), and I find myself wondering just how many other people in the world can make that same statement tonight. Then I ask myself how many people not only know that Franz Ferdinand is an emo band but also know what Buck Jones's real name was. Then I think about how my daughter commented the other day that when most people these days hear the name Ferdinand they think of the band, not the archduke. Hell, when I hear the name sometimes I think about Ferdinand the Bull.
Anyway, I got up and changed the CD. But I played Fountains of Wayne instead and then moved on to The Killers, so the weirdness factor hasn't really dropped all that much.
The Case of the Burnt Bohemian (1953) by Christopher Bush
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I was just writing a history of Finnish pulp and other fiction mags and listening to the collection of Whodini! (It wasn't very good, but I wanted to hear "Haunted House of Rock" once again! This will have to do for the rest of my life...)
About the issue of name recognition:
I'm 28, and at work recently I was speaking on the phone with a guy named James Stewart. After the call, I said to the others in the office (all aged between 20 and mid-30s) "Hey, I've just spoken with James Stewart". None of them knew who James Stewart was. When I mentioned some of the Hitchcock movies he was in, they recognised some of the movie names but had never seen them!
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