Attending a Detroit City FC match at Cass Tech: 2012 – 2015

Those of us who are passionate about our city, and passionate about our soccer, who will sing for you, City, who is City Til We Die and will be buried in rouge and gold, are eager for the 2015 season of Detroit City Football Club soccer at Cass Tech Stadium (Estadia Cass Techia) to begin.

But you’re new.  You haven’t tasted City ale, abused your lungs with chanting, singing, and smoke, and you wonder what all the commotion is about.  Here’s a little primer to prepare you for the few hours of outrageous fun that is a Detroit City FC ‘Le Rouge’ soccer match.

A Little DCFC History

Detroit City FC, known as Le Rouge, play in the National Premier Soccer League, a fourth-tier professional league.  The players on the team are unpaid current and past college players.  On May 12, 2012, Detroit City FC took to the its home field for the first time against AFC Cleveland.  Drawing 1,072 fans at its inaugural game exceeded team ownership’s expectations.  The result was a 1-1 draw.  (click on photos to enlarge).

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Home is Cass Tech Stadium on the campus of Detroit’s Cass Tech High School.  The Detroit skyline provides a scenic background to the beautiful game played on the pitch.

DSC01719DSC01780The 2012 Season saw Le Rouge finish third in the Midwest-Great Lakes Conference with a 5-5-3 (Wins-Draws-Losses) record.  Buzz was created and the team averaged almost 1,300 fans per game, with it’s largest crowd of 1,743 attending the June 23rd match against AFC Cleveland.

In 2013, Le Rouge finished top of the Great Lakes Conference with 11 wins, 1 draw, and 0 losses.  The fan base continued to grow, averaging about 1,485 per game.  As conference winners, Detroit hosted the Great Lakes Tournament playoffs, where Le Rouge defeated AFC Cleveland 3-1 before a crowd of 2,634.  However, the next day, they fell to the Erie Admirals, 4-1 before 2,184 fans.

2014 was another phenomenal season.  With their first place finish they were granted entry in the U.S. Open Cup – the oldest professional soccer tournament in the United States.  On May 7, 2014, DCFC hosted RWB Adria at Livonia Stevenson High School, battling the Chicago-based team from the Great Lakes Premiere League to a 2-2 draw.  Unfortunately, they fell in penalty kicks 3-1.  The regular season record of 8-3-3 put them one point out of first place.  However, the DCFC craze multiplied.  Every match attendance exceeded 2,000 fans, including a couple of sellouts.  The final match of the regular season against the Fort Pitt Regiment brought in 3,398 fans, plus hundreds turned away, having to watch on the outskirts because of the packed stadium.

2015 – Getting in

This year, the season begins with two preseason matches – one on April 18th at Hurley Field in Berkley, the other at Cass Tech on May 9th.  The regular season begins on May 15th.

If you want to get into a game this year, it’s going to be a little more difficult.  The team’s popularity has exploded.  You’re going to want one of these:  A Detroit City FC Season Ticket.    DSC07482There is good news and bad news.  The good news is that the team has sold out of season tickets.  That’s also the bad news for you, if you don’t have a season ticket.

Your best bet would be to plan ahead.  Either start dating or become friends with a DCFC season ticket holder, who may have an extra seat to spare, or buy your tickets online in advance.   And when I say in advance, I suggest definitely before game day.  As I previously noted, the people who arrived with the intent to buy their tickets at the gate for the final game of the season were turned away because the stadium was full.  Single game tickets go on sale at the DCFC website on March 5th.


For the hardcore fans, the pre-game begins at Harry’s in Detroit.  Harry’s is a bar and restaurant which serves up City Red Ale, a Milking It Productions official brew of the Detroit City Football Club.  There, you will not be able to avoid the rouge and gold, the chanting and drumming of the group known as The Northern Guard Supporters.

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At about twenty minutes before game time, the Guard gathers.  Sgt. Scary leads us….

and then we march to Cass Tech.  It’s a show of force in support of our team.  And the neighbors love it.

Before entering the stadium, there is a pause to serenade the visiting team and their non-existent fans….

Once inside the stadium, you have a choice to make.  Do you sit on the “family-friendly” side or with the Northern Guard Supporters?  The “family-friendly” side are for those fans who wish to sit and enjoy the match.  It is traditionally the “home side” of the field because the stands are larger.  The broadcast booth and the players’ benches are also on that side.  For the 2012 season, this was where I occupied, and it was fun.

DSC05232Or, you can venture into the Supporter’s Side…..


…where you will stand through the match, sing, chant, taunt the opposing team, taunt the referee, get smoke in your eyes and lungs.  You know…where you will have more fun!


To get a sense of what the experience is like, I wrote about being in this section, with video, HERE.

Intimidated because you might not know the chants?  Not to worry.  They can be found at Boys in Rouge blog (a blog you should definitely follow if you are or want to become a DCFC fan).

Et cetera

Yes, this is our soccer team.  The game on the pitch is what unites us and makes us the passionate fans that we are.
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But at a Detroit City FC match, you never know what else may happen.

Tifos have been raised….


Marriages have been performed…


Special jerseys have been worn then auctioned for charitable causes….


The memory of a tragic loss in the soccer community honored….
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A halftime performance by the Cass Tech HS Marching Band….


A surprise visit by the Detroit Party Marching Band


And the blue jeans shorts canon.


There you have it.  Anyone can have fun at a Detroit City FC match (unless you’re a player, coach, or fan of the visiting team who usually leave filled with envy and defeat).  Hopefully, this guide has provided you with what you need to maximize your level of fun, after which you will be one of the many passionately feeling, “City Til I Die!”

The atmosphere created by the Northern Guard is so contagious that even the team joins in!
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See you there!

Book review: Europa Editions

DSC07478In November, 2013, I was browsing the shelves of Brilliant Books in Traverse City, MI.  There was a stand-alone shelf promoting the books from a single publisher – Europa Editions.

According to the company website, Europa Editions was founded in 2005 and has published books by authors from twenty-six different countries, making it a leading publisher of international fiction.  I believe their most popular title is The Elegance of the Hedgehog by French novelist Muriel Barbery, having spent over a year on the New York Times bestseller list.

As I perused the shelf, one title caught my eye.  A Novel Bookstore by French writer, Laurence Cossé.  Usually, when I purchase a book, it is not the next book I read.  However, while in Traverse City, I set aside the short story collection I was into after sampling the first chapter.  Then the second.  Then it became the oddity, violating my habit of reading it almost immediately after purchasing it.

A wealthy married woman meets a single bibliophile in Switzerland and they scheme the idea of The Good Novel Bookstore – a book store that stocks only good novels. The store’s inventory was selected from the list of the top 600 novels chosen by eight different writers/readers/book lovers. The eight formed a secret committee; no one outside the owners knew who they were. The store opens to rave reviews, and, simultaneously, harsh criticism.

The novel begins as a mystery, as three of the secret members of the committee experience threats to their physical well-being, with the aggressors signaling that they know about their involvement with The Good Novel Bookstore. The mystery drives the plot, and the real story is the awkward love triangle of Francesca, the wealthy woman in a dismal marriage; Ivan, the bookseller who feels unable to maintain love; and Anis, the much younger love interest of Ivan.

After enjoying this novel, I’ve sought other Europa Editions books.  The next novel to catch my attention I found at Literati Bookstore in Ann Arbor, titled The Angry Buddhist by American writer Seth Greenland.

The Angry Buddhist is a tale of the cold heart of American politics and the fiery heat of sex and anger. It’s almost election day, and Randy Duke’s re-election race against the attractive Mary Swain. But there is scandal to cover up regarding Randy’s wife, Kendra, who had an affair with their daughter’s tennis instructor, Nadine. Randy has other issues with his two brothers – Jimmy (the “angry Buddhist”) and Dale – that are both political assets and liabilities to his campaign. Dale is a felon released on parole (thanks to Randy’s influence) in time for the election. Jimmy was discharged from his employment with the police department after failing to put down a dog as ordered by Police Chief “Hard”. Hard is in Mary Swain’s camp, and no matter how much he fantasizes, she is beyond his reach. So he cheats on his wife, Vonda Jean, with, guess who, Nadine. Nadine ends up being murdered and Jimmy sticks his nose into the investigation and learns about his sister-in-law’s affair with the deceased.

I thought this was a well written, well conceived book. Though the “Angry Buddhist” was not the protagonist (there didn’t seem to be a major protagonist, but rather a group of characters with different and conflicting motives), Jimmy’s perspective and challenge with dealing with anger was interesting.

Recently, I finished reading You Deserve Nothing by American writer Alexander Maksik, which I found at Dawn Treader Used Books in Ann Arbor.  This is a story about a teacher in Paris and two students, both of whom love him. One, Marie, is consumed with romantic and sexual love; the other, Gilead, is a young man who respects the man, viewing him as a role model.  Though the ending was predictable, the way the author weaved the POV’s moved the story along nicely.

You may think readers simply follow specific authors.  In this case, I have been impressed by the publisher and the authors and novels it publishes.  As you can see by the stack in the photograph, I have many more Europa Editions to read.  Each of these titles have interesting premises that have caught my attention, much like the three I’ve read thus far.  The Elegance of the Hedgehog is high on my list, however I believe the next Europa Editions novels I want to read are the two by Diego De Silva; I Hadn’t Understood and My Mother-in-Law Drinks.  They both feature Vincenzo Malinconico, who “is a wildly unsuccessful lawyer who spends most of his time at the office trying to look busy.  His wife has left him.  His teenage children worry him to death.  And he suffers from a chronic inability to control his sentence structure.”  With a blurb like that, how can I resist?

Then again, there’s The Thursday Night Men by Tonino Benacquista, about a group of men who meet in random locations in Paris every Thursday night at seven o’clock, to support each other on the issue that unites them:  heartache with women.

Or there’s…..

Damn.  So much savory goodness to choose from.


Vinyl memories #3 – The War of the Worlds


I had written previously about my grandparents and father who grew up on old-time radio shows as the source of their entertainment.  This record of Orson Welles’ adaptation of H.G. Wells’ War of the Worlds was another that had been passed on to me because I enjoyed listening to it so much whenever I visited.

On October 30, 1938, Orson Welles played the ultimate Devil’s Night prank on America with this adaptation.  Neither television nor the internet existed back then, so it was the radio that connected people to the broader world than their communities.  News, sports, comedy, suspense, and music emerged from this new magical box which engaged the theater of the mind.  Welles, with script writer Howard Koch, chose to create a version of Wells’ classic that came across as if it were actually happening.  A musical program interrupted by breaking news reports of unusual gas explosions on the planet Mars.  The music continues, then a new update about something crashing to the earth near Princeton, New Jersey.  The music returns, then a cut back to the site where a flying saucer had landed, its pilot emerging from it and firing a heat ray at the witnesses, cutting the reporter’s commentary and connection to instant silence.  The radio station is then taken over by the government for use of a coordinated effort to put down the invasion.  Act One does not end well for us Earthlings.  In Act Two, Welles, who is playing the character of Professor Richard Pearson, an astronomer from the observatory at Princeton University, narrates a monologue of what he, as one of humanity’s last survivors, witnesses.

Act One was so realistic it created a panic in the country.  The back of the album provides samples of Associate Press reports such as:

Pittsburgh – A man returned home in the midst of the broadcast and found his wife with a bottle of poison in her hand, screaming, “I’d rather die this way than like that.”

Indianapolis – A woman ran into a church screaming:  “New York destroyed; it’s the end of the world.  You might as well go home and die.  I just heard it on the radio.”  Services were dismissed immediately.

The video below is a BBC interview of Orson Welles and some of the after-effects he experienced due to his dramatic program.

As a kid, first hearing it on a record album, it was thrilling.  Unlike the stories portrayed on old time radio, it was intentional on the part of Welles and Koch to present the story in a realistic way.  The second act reveals its fictional nature with Welles’ monologue, but by then, the monster was loose on the public, and hysteria commenced.

This is a masterpiece of horror.  It didn’t rely on blood and gore and sudden shocks to create fear.  It was a slow and subtle build up to the end of the world as it was happening at a particular place, with the belief that the martians would soon appear in your town, and brought to you through the most intimate and powerful media of the time.

As you watch the BBC interview, at the end of it Welles shares that he had intended to provoke Americans this way.  The media holds power.  The internet, television, and back then, radio, has the power to sway our perception of reality.  In the video Orson Welles confesses that this was his attempt to shake Americans into not believing everything heard on this new, magical box called the radio.

This message is relevant today.  Just because a story is on the news or on a news commentary program on television or radio, or reported on a website, doesn’t mean it’s true.  It is being presented for some reason and from a viewpoint.  Question it.

You may wonder how people back on October 30, 1938, could have fallen for a story about a martian invasion.  How many irrational beliefs have you encountered that people profess because they read it on the internet or saw it on TV?  Weapons of Mass Destruction in Iraq?  Kenyon-born United States presidents?  The Newtown massacre as a hoax?  Climate change deniers?  Creationism as science?  The list goes on.

When it comes to things reported in the media, trust little, question a lot.

I didn’t realize how early in my life skepticism of the media had originated until I listened to this album again.

Ten influential Buddhist books

The editors of Shambhala Sun recently listed the ten dharma books every Buddhist should have in their library (and I would assume have read at least once).  Two of them (When Things Fall Apart by Pema Chodron and Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind by Shunryu Suzuki) are in my library and I certainly would recommend them.  With only 20% of Shambhala Sun’s editors’ recommendations, I thought I’d examine the ten dharma books that have influenced me.  In chronological order, they are as follows:

1.  Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg

This is not a Buddhist book, per se, but a classic for writers about writing.  Goldberg is a Zen Buddhist, applying right off the bat the approach of the beginner’s mind.  Through this book I discovered Zen.

2.  Taking the Path of Zen by Robert Aitken

This was the first book on Buddhism I read back in the 1980’s which covered the basics.

3.  The Mind of Clover:  Essays in Buddhist Ethics by Robert Aitken

After reading Taking the Path of Zen, this came as a natural follow-up, as Roshi Aitken delved deeper into the precepts and their meanings.

4.  The Beginner’s Guide to Walking the Buddha’s Eightfold Path by Jean Smith.

Looking for a clear definition of The Eightfold Path, I found Jean Smith’s book to be a helpful examination of each step of the path.

5.  Stumbling Toward Enlightenment by Geri Larkin

In the fall of 2002, I discovered Still Point Zen Buddhist Temple in Detroit.  It was the first opportunity to practice with others and with a guiding teacher.  P’arang Geri Larkin was not only the guiding teacher, but also the founder of Still Point.  Prior to Still Point’s birth, P’arang gave dharma talks at the Ann Arbor Buddhist Temple and the Chicago Zen Buddhist Temple, and wrote a few books on Zen.  P’arang’s practical, accessible, and gritty approach is what grounded the roots of my practice.  This book is another excellent, accessible introduction to the practice of Zen.

6.  Tap Dancing in Zen by Geri Larkin

A collection of P’arang’s teachings to help your practice every day.

7.  Building a Business the Buddhist Way by Geri Larkin

Prior to becoming a guiding teacher, P’arang was in the “real world” of business.  A management consultant for Deloitte & Touche, her experience in the corporate world and her Buddhist studies combine in this guide on how to create a right livelihood business (Right Livelihood is one of the steps on The Eightfold Path).  I found this book helpful both in creating the no-sweatshop clothing store I owned for eighteen months, and my law practice.  A poster inspired by it hangs on my office wall.
DSC074528.  The Still Point Dhammapada by Geri Larkin

The Dhammapada is a collection of over four hundred verses that Buddha is said to have spoken.  Its a text lush with wisdom.  P’arang, from her experience at Still Point, translates The Dhammapada with application and examples of living in today’s world, in the early years of this century in Detroit (The book was published in 2003).

Yes, P’arang Geri Larkin’s writings have been a significant influence on me, but they pale in comparison to Still Point Buddhist Temple.  My practice has improved significantly by having a place to practice and a guiding teacher.  My practice deepens moreso by sitting, chanting, and listening to the dharma talk on a Sunday morning than by reading a shelf full of books.
DSC072339.  Not Turning Away: The Practice of Engaged Buddhism edited by Susan Moon.

Turning Wheel: The Journal of the Buddhist Peace Fellowship takes Buddhism into a social practice.  This anthology of essays, as Susan Moon writes in the Preface, are “accounts of how ordinary people bring together in their own lives their dharma practice and their work for peace and justice.”  It’s about putting spiritual practice to work on a personal, national, and global level.

10.  Your Life as a Buddha: Zen Faith for the 21st Century by Bija Andrew Wright

Zen Buddhist teacher, Bija Andrew Wright, takes the Lotus Sutra, one of the most important and influential scriptures in Buddhism and interprets it as an instruction manual on how the lay person can be a Buddha in the 21st Century.  Bija was ordained under P’arang Geri Larkin at Still Point.

Vinyl Memories #2 – Remember the Golden Days of Radio

DSC07391The simple pleasure of the phonograph was introduced to me through my parents and grandparents.  My maternal grandparents – Grandpa and Grandma Becoskey – had a cabinet stereo with phonograph and radio in their front room next to the television set.  I don’t recall the music they listened to, but my aunt lived with them and I remember her playing a lot of Tom Jones.  The appreciation of sound entertainment was strongly fostered by my father’s side of the family.

In the 1940’s, during his adolescence, my father expressed an interest in playing the banjo.  My grandfather spent $5 for a four-string banjo and paid for private lessons.  When my dad was around thirteen years old, Grandpa Kitchen found a guy in Highland Park who was selling a used four-string Gibson tenor banjo for $50 and bought it for him.  He still has it today.  Then, my father and his sister (Aunt Shirley) would perform weekly on WEXL-AM out of Royal Oak.  The station was owned by Jacob B. Sparks and located in the Sparks Funeral Home.  A small chapel in the funeral home was used as the studio, and my dad on his banjo and my aunt on her Rickenbacker Hawaiian Guitar would be on the air Sunday nights for almost three years in the late 1940’s.

My grandmother’s sister – Aunt Menda – had a Wilcox-Gay recording device and had recorded them on 78’s.  The device had a radio and two arms for the phonograph.  One arm was used to play records in the standard way, moving inward to the center of the record.  The other arm would be placed on the inside, and as it recorded onto a blank disk, it would move outward.  She would record my dad and aunt off the radio with the device.  While going through the 78’s within Aunt Menda’s Victrola, I discovered only one family recording: my Aunt Menda’s wedding.  The ceremony included a solo sung by my very young father.

My grandfather eventually owned a Wilcox-Gay and a recording was made when my sister and I were young.  Very young.  There was an infant crying in it, which had to be my sister as she’s the youngest of the Kitchen grandparents’ grandchildren,  which put me between two and three years old.  It was a classic.  I sung the Batman television theme song, in my own style.  Instead of the “na na na na na” lyrics, I improvised with “boody boody boody boody.”  I’d love to share it but alas, it lies in a landfill today.

Both my grandparents and my dad were of the era of radio entertainment.  We were brought up on not only television, but the wonderful world of the theater of the mind.  Not only the shows of the past.  I remember listening to the CBS Radio Mystery Theater which aired, I believe, on WWJ-AM here in Detroit on week nights during the 1970’s.

Remember the Golden Days of Radio: Volume 2, presented by the Longines Symphonette Society, was a sampling of how important radio was as the entertainment medium before television.  My grandparents had this album, and it takes me back to their home in Garden City, Michigan.  I wanted to listen to this album every time I was over there because an eight minute track of The Shadow was chilling and captivating.

Take a moment, if you will.  Turn off the lights.  Don’t watch the video, but listen to it.  Put yourself into this excerpt.  When I listened to this as a kid, it was frightening, but cool.  Listening to it now, I still get the chills of the scene depicted, and appreciate the writing and performances by the actors.

Try to listen to this on a computer – laptop or desktop.  I imagine the effect is somewhat lost if you play this through a phone, or something with low-quality speakers.

Indulge yourself.

Cool, eh?

The only thing scarier than listening to this album at my grandparents’ house was playing Pinochle with my grandmother and her sisters.  Let me tell you.  These ladies, who loved their church and loved their religious hymns and gospel preachers, who were the nicest women you’d ever meet, were feisty competitors at the card table.  Make a mistake, and not even The Shadow could save you from their chastising!  But it was fun and made me the competitor I am today.

My Grandparents’ basement. From Left to right: My sister, Marie; Dad, Lester; Aunt Shirley; Grandma Kitchen.

Jack Benny and Frank Knight narrate this album, talking about the various shows and events.  The Shadow excerpt is the longest track focusing on a single show.

The tradition was passed on to the fourth generation by my dad.  You can ask my son or daughter who Edgar Bergan, Charlie McCarthy and Mortimer Snerd are, or Fibber McGee and Molly, or, of course, Jack Benny, and they’ll be able to tell you.

Old time radio.  The entertainment that brought families together almost a century ago, runs through four generations of Kitchens.

Jack Armstrong, All American Boy
The Lone Ranger
Terry and The Pirates
Famous Jury Trials
Dangerous Assignment
Mr. Keene, Tracer of Lost Persons
Gang Busters
The Shadow

1st Presidential election broadcast returns
President Coolidge and Charles Lindberg before Congress
Billy Sunday opposes repeal of prohibition
FDR is inaugurated; Adolph Hitler; Edwin C. Hill
The Greatest “Eye-Witness” report in history: The Von Hindenburg crashes in flames.

Vinyl memories #1


According to a recent article out of the UK, low-tech living is making a comeback.  Books, records, typewriters, flip-phones and Polaroids are technologies that just won’t go away.

I consider myself lucky to be in my early fifties at this time.  I had the benefit of living in the era when these technologies were used every day.  Books will always exist in my world because I do not find comfort in reading on a screen.  I have both a manual and electric typewriter.  The electric I still use to occasionally address envelopes (yes, I pay bills with handwritten checks and correspond through the US mail).  I’m writing the first draft of a long-term project on the electric typewriter because it both slows me down and puts me in the frame of mind of writing in a different era.  I have a landline telephone and my cell phone is a flip phone.

But I won’t go to the Polaroid.  Or back to the 35mm SLR camera.  I do love my Sony digital camera.  It saves a lot of money on film and developing.

Recently, I returned to vinyl.  In the summer of 2014, my Aunt Marlene and Uncle Bob moved to Portland, Oregon.  They had my Aunt Amanda’s (Aunt Menda, we called her) Victrola in their basement.  Having moved from an apartment to a house just weeks before, they offered it to me before donating it.  Then, I purchased a Crosley turntable from my friends at Weirdsville Records/Paperback Writer Books.  I’ve unpacked the stash of my few remaining records from the days of 33 1/3 rpm musical entertainment, as well as the newest editions of vintage vinyl to my collection, and have them all stacked on my desk in the basement.  Occasionally before or after dinner, I’ve descended into yesteryear to unwind from the day of writing or court (or both), to spin one of the records.  The basement transforms into a dance hall of memories, swaying me into another era.

My intent here is not to review these records.  Music isn’t my forte.  Sure, I was in the band during my middle and high school years, but it was under duress.  For me, music is the trigger of memory and fun.  I’ve been partial to soundracks over the years, because they invoke the memory of the scene of the movie.  And thumbing through the albums, fun is at the forefront.  The Monkees.  ShaNaNa.  Blues Brothers.  Madness.  Doug and the Slugs.

Some artists that the population love, I just can’t listen to.  And some artists that the population ignore are those I prefer.  Can’t explain it.  Maybe during these vinyl memories I (or you) will.  Enlighten me if you do.

The Design Records album above is The Super Record of Super Heroes Played by the Super Dupers.  I’ve had this album since I was a kid, and listening to it brought back the groovy time of suburban adolescence in the 1970’s.

The 70’s.  I was eight years old entering it and graduated high school June of 1980.  It was a time of riding my bike up to Wiltse’s Pharmacy on Main Street in Plymouth, or all the way out to the Beyer/Rexall Drug Store on Ann Arbor Road and the Little Professor Book Store in the strip mall at Sheldon and Ann Arbor Road, to see the new comic books that were for sale.  It was a time of weekly car rides out to C.C’s – Classic Comics and Movies – in Farmington Hills, to descend into the cellar of four-color fantasy.  Also, baseball and hockey cards were collected, and the discovery of dishonesty from some friends who, when trading cards with them, stole from me.  It was the era of the Mego action figures and the friendship of a kid who visited his grandmother across the street, who was the only other person I knew that shared these interests.

A time of innocence.  Dreams of being a hero despite the unathletic, scrawny frame.  This is the perfect album to begin with.

The tunes on this album were not the television theme songs, but arrangements based on the characters.  Funky and fun, replaying it brings a smile.

“Captain Marvel Jones, He’s the Southern Super Man.(with a real Ray Stevens feel to it)”

“Who knows what evil lurks in the dark of night?  Ah, well, ah, the Shadow do.”

“Here he comes,
Flash Gordon,
All the girls love Flash Gordon,
But there’s no time for love and no time for courting
cuz Flash Gordon
has more important
things to do.”

The March of Tarzan, with the exception of the classic Tarzan yell, is instrumental with guitar and organ.  The Green Hornet is an odd variation in piano and 70’s techno instead of the powerful trilling trumpet.

Yeah, I’ll be enjoying this one again and again.

Side One:
Batman and Robin
The Phantom
The Shadow
Flash Gordon

Side Two:
March of Tarzan
Captain Marvel Jones
Mickey Mouse March
The Green Hornet

I found YouTube clips of some of the tunes.  Here’s one of them.