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Filming the Europeans in New Ipswich

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The Europeans is a 1979 British Merchant Ivory Film , directed by James Ivory Several scenes were filmed at Barrett House and Bullard-Barr House in New Ipswich, NH Robin Ellis and Lee Remick filming a shot around the Central Cemetery Film crew The film crew complained about the sound of my camera shutter. I replied the chain saw in the distance was much louder. I was not going to pass up an opportunity like this. It was fairly cold when they filmed this. Apparently Lee Remick had a hot water bottle. I took the opportunity to meet Robin Ellis since at the time I was huge fan of the BBC series Poldark

The Music of Party Beach

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 What would I do without Google Alerts? I have created one for The Horror of Party Beach and once again it "alerted" me to some new material, a recording of Elaine and Wigglin' N' Wobblin' by the Del Aires. Gary Robert Jones and Ronnie Linares, both of "The Del-Aires" (a   Paterson, New Jersey   rock band who play themselves as a local band) wrote one song together, "Drag," and one song each: "Wigglin' Wobblin'" (Jones) and "Elaine" (Linares). The Del-Aires performed all six songs in the film.

Tina on the Beach

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By Terence Poltrack The fans didn’t work, and it was already hot at 6:00 a.m. as the boys sat slumped in the no. 11 bus. CD dozed against Denny’s shoulder, occasionally jerking awake, only to repeat the cycle. Denny killed time watching the streaming images from his window of shops and gas stations and neighborhoods, choosing which house he’d most like to live in, sometimes examining his own face or secretly spying on other passengers. Only a few others rode with them, mostly Key & Lock night laborers just off their shifts. They looked worn out. Denny couldn’t sit still. He and CD had attracted attention when they first boarded. Denny blond, pale, thin, 12 years old, CD just slightly shorter, darker though, and all of 7. Two boys on their own, wearing mismatched clothing, carrying brown paper bags, towels over their shoulders. Even the most passive passengers eyed them. The driver hesitated. “ Hey, now, where’s your Aunt Janie? Does she know where you’re a...