Phantom of the Backlot

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December 25, 2024 Phantom of the BacklotLeave a comment

I Share with you a story on this Windy Christmas Morning about a windy day on the MGM Backlot. Follow me knowing this -“If I run- you better run faster!”

***Picture taken from same roof as the picture below*– *the Small Town Courthouse***

Windy days on the backlot are exhilarating. The wind can choose to be gentle, romancing you into the peaceful backdrop, or she can irrationally shift her mood. You can hear the rustling when her temper gets riled up. My eyes get wide at her warning not knowing how tumultuous her fury may manifest itself. It’s wildly fun.

During the day, rooftop views are those of fairy tales. The distant villages and steeples have extra vibrancy, like a brand-new color TV. Chimneys on the cottage roofs endure another high velocity test. They still maintain their fake red brick storybook appearance.

*The rooftop of the courthouse in Small Town Square is located at the center most point of the lot.* *This roof is equal in distance to the fence in almost every direction.* *This is dead center of this* *lot-Looking North.*

***Andy Hardy’s House is behind the Arco sign,* *the opposite side is the Hardy front door.***

**Pictures taken on a windy afternoon on the MGM backlot from the same rooftop…**

Who’s peekin’ out from under a stairway
Calling a name that’s lighter than air
Who’s bending down to give me a rainbow
Everyone knows it’s Windy

Who’s tripping down the streets of the city
Smilin’ at everybody she sees
Who’s reachin’ out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it’s Windy

And Windy has stormy eyes
That flash at the sound of lies
And Windy has wings to fly
Above the clouds

-The Association

Earth, Wind and Fire are three elements. They have shaped not only this planet but also the backlots I traverse daily. When the wind howls at my house, it’s like an invitation to explore my backlot under conditions similar to war. All my friends know what I’m talking about. The wind opens up new horizons and changes the landscapes, then slams those same doors shut, all within seconds. Like some backlot magic act by invisible magicians.

The stirring breezes invite you, no words needed. It’s magic time on a backlot, cherishing the earth’s moods. The planet must feel exceptional today, every direction I turn is pure crystal blue persuasion. Accompanying sounds can be deciphered many ways. A mad influx of studio history mingles with the present-day vibrations. These vibrations resonate all around us. We enter this windy old place for an unplanned, spur of the moment afternoon…

Don’t be afraid…it’s just the wind!

***Wind inspired this Twilight Zone episode*–*The Grave***

The MGM sound department should record these haunted wisps. They conjure up so much imagination on windy days and nights on their ghoulish backlot. The winds kick up swirls of dust. It’s as if they are trying to recompose famous scenes that took place on these dirt and cobblestone roads. Ghostly images dance in period costumes. Spirits come and go through doorways as they wish. They magically disappear only to reappear in a window or archway across the way. It’s playtime, spirit wise, in this dream factory.

Every landscape, village, and courtyard come to life in its own unique style. Tall mature trees dance to whistling howls. Revolving doors on the fronts of New York Street try revolving. They muster up just enough energy to partially turn. But it’s plenty enough to scare any nearby trespasser. But this is the fun part, everything is alive inside here.

***An Eskimo has no* *life*– *an igloo at the base of this old castle***

I imagine security has a hard time, noise-wise on patrols. It’s like kids are everywhere. At nighttime, I bet the guards are even a touch frightened. Strange goings on take command of the landscape. Old, decrepit walls often blow over. Even the arch on Combat Street met its fate from a very strong wind recently. The weather finished off what W.W 2 couldn’t.

Rooftops are supreme on these windy afternoons, the views are sharp, clear and priceless. The keys to my imagination are engaged, the breeze of MGM’s past filters through my lungs and into my brain. I never want this moment to fade away. This magic is what life’s about!

The wind only enhances what is always here. The spirits use the opportunity to present their pent-up energy and flirt with us. A glimpse, a feeling, a hint of where they want us to go next. Whose memory are we chasing? Is it The Little Rascals? Or perhaps Laurel and Hardy. We often feel them here with us. The wind is a stimulant and makes my senses keen. Wild eyed and willing to follow wherever they push us.

I think Rod Serling probably did exactly what Jimmy and my other friends do on these special spirited days. The Lee Marvin episode, The Grave, about outlaw Pinto Sykes seems inspired by a MGM backlot on a windy night. “Hey- is that Lee over there, with Battling Maxo?”

Anything and everything has happened here, the wind simply turns back pages in the MGM history book. The wind creates sound from past troubadours and whips them into spinning shapes that appear as fast as they disappear. Each page is its own story. It is its own place. It is not linked to a clock. It is just a magical place built with extreme imagination.

*Battling* *Maxo,* *fresh off the bus, Small Town Square-MGM lot 2, on skates no less.* *I’ve roller skated there too.*..

Writers often wander this lot for inspiration which can easily be drawn into their imaginations from these desolate villages. Every twist and turn is stirring in some way when you take a walk around this lot. You might jot down notes with a pencil and paper. Alternatively, you could talk into a cassette recorder. Many stories actually originate from inside here, from the backlot. It’s where they will be filmed so the saying, “You got to see it to be it”, applies here.

I’m caught in the MGM jet stream. It’s like I’m a character in a book or movie. The backlot will become my personal Genie in a Bottle, where all my wishes come true.

Curtains in ancient windows move about behind the dirty glass, like they’re exercising. Soon again, they will hang stagnant, like in a picture frame. But today is play day, like a ghostly, haunted Disneyland. Some fabrics dislodge from their present location with large gusts. They take flight back to the past, as if they are magic carpets. Romeo and Juliet’s balconies seem extremely active, as glass doors reverberate off the door jams. Eucalyptus trees bow under the pressure and leaves fly into the village below. The rustling trees blend in like musical instruments in the wind…

Doorways, rooftops, real windy-special effects

My best friend Jimmy and I enter today at the Grand Central Station, the train compartments are alive this afternoon. Curtains blow through windows that are open in these old Pullmans. They greet us by waving, full of exuberance, like an orient express. Everything on this lot is alive today with a little help…from the wind.

Next to the trains is the snow room, even the slightest breezes create blizzard-like conditions inside this old dungeon. We open the thick ancient door. We stare at a calm environment of stacked boxes. They face every direction and are packed with plastic snowflakes. A huge gust kicks this place back to life. It is as if Wizard Arnold Gillespie turned on a switch. I bet he’s in here laughing at us, MGM’s effects guru for four decades.

It’s windy and clear on the lot, but a snowstorm is underway in this storage facility. We shut the door and walk away from the weather effects we just created. No wind machines are needed today.

The first backlot cemetery I explored is located just beyond my original Hole in the Fence. It was also the first set I ever hid in. It is as spooky as any cemetery I’ve ever seen, day or night. A coffin sits waiting to be buried or maybe it was exhumed. I want to climb inside, but it has too many spiders, so I lay alongside the sarcophagus. Jimmy and I recreate our own graveyard scenes as blowing tumbleweeds bounce off tombstones. I laugh like a witch as Jimmy pretends to get killed. This is how we have fun. Watching TV shows and recreating cool scenes. We just happen to have our own graveyards.

*We hide here often, the outskirts of a cemetery. It’s close to the fenc*e on Elenda Street *and the pool set.* *I was laying in the weeds for* this picture- like a corpse.

Dirt blows into the sets adjacent to the many dusty roads that remind you you’re on an ancient lot. Most roads are dirt here. Cobblestone is the pavement of choice, except on New York Street. We often skateboard down the metropolis’ sidewalks, under the famous 5th Avenue marquees. Yes indeed, I’ve been chased on my skateboard. It’s plenty safe, faster than any guard, and portable to climb with. Tools of the advanced trespasser. The pavement here is smooth enough for a movie star…

*I sing and dance in the rain on rainy days. It’s just around the corner on Waterfront Street. The sidewalk and street still exist long after the 1967 MGM New York Street fire.* *Gene likes baseball too, he’s a Pirates fan he told me- we have* *backlots in common.*

**Anything not anchored down takes on a life of its own.**

**The theater district on a stormy, windy day**

New York Street is an orchestra on days like this. The rest of the lot is just a series of small clubs. This pales in comparison to all that takes place on this street of a thousand doors and windows. Today, we can slam doors if we wish, throw stealth out the window. We might as well have cymbals to smash together on large gusts. We try to imagine what we are hearing all around us, what sets have become active. So much is alive in this deserted, desolate landscape.

Look what the wind blew in...

The Bronco makes its first appearance of the day and drives slowly below us. A black sleeved left arm extends upward out of the window like the long arm of the law. The guard, Bronco Bob himself, clutches the top door of the vehicle. It safely passes by. He is unaware it has an audience above him.

“Will the wind ever remember the names it’s blown on in the past?” “Yes forever” they whisper to us; “the spirits will never leave here, and they enjoy your company”

The wind cries for Donnie, Jimmy and Maureen too-

Written and Lived by…Donnie Norden

The Evolution of the MGM Records Label.

December 21, 2024 Phantom of the Backlot1 Comment

Music tames the Savage Beast. This Metro Goldwyn Mayer label was supreme. Let’s play a stack of some 45’s today …shall we?

MGM Records began in 1946 –when the King of Beasts started spinnings his head in circles…

The “other” MGM King. Of all the artists you would expect on the MGM Label, Elvis Presley was not one of them. In 1954, he signed his first contract with Sun Records.The next year, RCA Records took on his record contract.

This moment was connected to the MGM label, Apple would become The Beatles label.

2013- The British Invasion Flag flies above Sony, Stages 27/29, formerly MGM Studios.

Take a taste of this. Turn up your Marantz Stereo and light the living room up in colorful patterns with a sound reacting Light Organ… if your hip!

Artists signed aboard include…

Louie Armstrong, Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, Mickey Rooney, and Tony Bennett graced the stage. Leslie Caron, Richard Chamberlain, and Maurice Chevalier added to the charm. The Cowsills, Bing Crosby, and Jimmy Durante entertained the masses. Billy Eckstien, 5 Man Electrical Band, and Eydie Gorme mesmerized the audience. George Hamilton, Jack Jones, and Hugh Masekela captivated listeners. Donnie Osmond, Mel Torme, and Eric Burdon and War thrilled fans. Hank Williams, Tony Sheridan and The Beatles—also known as “Beat Brothers”—and Three Dog Night were unforgettable. This part of the studio specialized in sounds and soundtracks. Over time, the sounds faded away. They disappeared like the studio itself.

Three Dog Night, an All -Time Favorite of mine, seen here in 1972, on float in the Rose Parade.

Put -some “Whiskey in Your Water” and continue…

Never too late to cherish an iconic MGM experience, A studio most famous for legendary musicals…Many large bands continued on, under RSO Records, Robert Stigwood’s label. The Bee Gees, Peter Frampton, Earth, Wind and Fire, Billy Preston etc, performed on the MGM backlot in 1977. That year became my own “Rocker” on the set of SGT. Pepper.

This label was originally developed for releasing MGM Soundtracks from MGM Films. It quickly evolved to include several musical genres. Nevertheless, it maintained an accent towards Country Western. MGM’s western collection is interesting because it includes western films, trains, and carriages. There are also horses, western streets, and legendary musicians influenced by country artists.

MGM created the old west right here in Culver City. They shuffled in Singing Cowboys. They developed and delivered music for this studio to market.

This MGM label took off as a major player. Its competitors in the early 50’s were Columbia, RCA, Decca, Capital, and Mercury. MGM manufactured their cataloged at the studio more legendary for films. the only label besides Columbia that are dual film/records. But MGM forever will be-King of Beasts!

In the mid seventies, I was found at this studio on a daily basis. I was part of this Rock and Roll landscape. Polygram took over this label as MGM divested all its assets. The 1970 MGM auction was the beginning of the end of MGM as we knew it.

The 50’s and 60’s

Connie Francis, Hank Williams and Conway Twitty led the way for record sells. 45’s turned into ten inch 33-1/3. That brought on album covers, and artwork, instead of paper envelopes with vinyl wrapped inside. In 1961, MGM bought Norman Granz’ Verve record label and MGM became-A rock label. The Righteous Brothers, The Velvet Underground, and The Mothers of Invention.

These artists were not happy with MGM’s censorship, and often released content without artist approvals. Welcome to the world of MGM labels and holding stables. Actors and films came before musicians and tunes. Studio higher ups gave them all a take it or leave it response. Censorship ruled supreme as Rock Music was taking off. In the mid 60’s, MGM distributed a new Kama Sutra label, The Lovin’ Spoonful signed on. Acid Rock competed against Vietnam protests. Tough times make for great music, L.S.D was a music gateway. MGM was buying artists from other labels to hedge the future. This label evolved from singing cowboys to singing hippies!

MGM bought in the the colorful decade to come by signing Eric Burden and The Animals. But profits plunged. MGM Records lost 18 million dollars to close out the 1960s. Records in music stores were unsold.

The 70’s–I became a member of that culture…

Nothing funner than L.S.D on the MGM backlot while listening to Acid Rock, just sayin!

MGM was busy auctioning off their soul right after Woodstock changed the music world forever in 1969. One entity was headed upwards while the other was sinking below the surface. MGM executive Mike Curb, a future Lt. Governor of California, fired 18 groups who publicized …the use of drugs!

“I couldn’t be fired” since I was just a Trespasser with his own personal…Hole in the Fence. I counter cultured and embraced escapism- literally and figuratively. I was a rebel with a cause who did not want to end up in Vietnam. President Nixon agreed and praised Mr. Curb. for his unrelenting attitude against drugs. Drugs became a huge item going ahead in Hollywood. Stars were using drugs. Cocaine use was an issue at every studio. When I began my long career at Universal, several major stars would take “powdered lunches.” Dirty stories for another time. Alcohol and cigarettes were no longer enough.

My hero, WW2, veteran, Lee Marvin. The leader of The Dirty Dozen. In the 80’s, “Maggot” Telly Savalas could be found at Universal. He was often in a limo, at Telly’s Bar at the Sheraton Universal. A big mirror was inside, driven around the property. Prefabbed “white lines” were also inside. The studio that promoted drug films, such as Cheech and Chong, hosted a wrap party on Stage 4. It was a legendary drug fest. Drug use escalated effecting in someway almost every star we had on the lot!

As I was experiencing MGM first hand in the early 70’s, MGM switched to “bubblegum” acts. Sammy Davis Jr, Petula Clark, and The Osmonds. These successful performers helped stabilize MGM financially.

In 1972, a conglomerate of Dutch /German Polydor and and Phonogram was buying into the U.S market. Polyvgram was now the MGM record label. The merger failed and was reduced to going forward with soundtracks from MGM films.

The 80’s

After the merger of Metro, Goldwyn, Mayer Inc. and United Artists in 1982, the label discontinued all together. For me, I became employed at MGM. My dreams came true” and I worked for the last MGM entity still using the MGM logo. MGM Film laboratories was the final MGM department identified as MGM.

My job took me all over MGM Lot 1, Job description” Reel Router.” The processing of film is very involved, from waxing to reduce projector noise, editing of course, and color corrections. Cannery Row was one of our films, starring Nick Nolte, Deborah Winger, and John Huston. Based off a John Steinbeck novel. Almost entirely shot with clever Art Direction using MGM’s main lot. the only lot still standing.

In 1972, Raquel kicked ass dressed like this, in 1982 she” kicked ya and flipped ya.” She won a match race that paid her –extremely well…

I wanna tag team with her…I’m a great skater! I watched Roller Derby, L.A Thunderbird’s, The Olympic Auditorium. Announcer, the legendary Dick Lane.

During the making of Cannery Row, a lawsuit occurred involving the original casted star and MGM. Additional legal entanglements came under scrutiny, focusing on stolen MGM raw stock film. It was being hijacked and resold to Hollywood film labs. The F.B.I arrested the perpetrator “on set.”

Meanwhile back in the MGM lab, I walked in on a pile of cocaine in the “film timers” studio. The color correction involved magenta, cyan, and all things color. It took place in a state of the art post production facility. Expensive consoles corrected the 35 millimeter prints based off the timers recommendations. A huge movie screen completes the interior of this facility. Next to a basket of fruit and tasty munchies was a pile of “blow.”

Cocaine became as prevalent at “craft service” as snacks themselves. no one hid it, you were welcomed by it. An MGM security guard named George Barner was hired to catch me a decade ago. He ran a sting operation to bust employees. He used a famous Hollywood watering hole across the street, still operating as a bar today, The Backstage.

CHiPs Television– wasn’t safe, either. The star, Tom Reilly, was arrested for drug use and relieved of duty. End off Watch, end of his involvement in that hit series. MGM then started searching star dressing rooms when actors on set. MGM Studios would disappear. It would fade to black. Nonetheless, the Acid trips and drug use would continue. I would experience much more at Universal.

The Who “Long Live Rock” was a song and signal of more to come…

Written and lived by…Donnie Norden

My Female Side Kick at MGM

December 18, 2024 Phantom of the Backlot8 Comments

Her friends call her Esther…I call her Maureen

Let’s Go Back Jack and Do it Again… There’s those old kids again they never stop climbing fences

Book signing at Sony – If MGM Guards could see us now. They are represented fondly in this book Maureen is holding.

I hear sirens , Hurry up and get this shot!

Huron Avenue, that’s my street, and all the kids who live on it know my new hobby… Trespassing MGM.

My helmets and ammo made a big impression. While playing Combat, I had a belt full of blank ammo shells and a fancy helmet. I had found the helmet in a building in German Village, when we first met.

Her backyard is France …1944. I was at war. While running through the neighbor’s yards, I met this girl while I was shooting other kids. Now, I just tolerate girls mind you. She is different. I think- I kind of fancy her, and her bombed out backyard!

I always thought she would have made a swell boy. Her name is Maureen. The prettiest girl around these parts, I find myself wanting to impress her. I want to show her around MGM, but I am torn. Jimmy and I have an alliance that girls do not belong there. They would slow us down and they scare too easily. Dare I say our first crush is MGM lot 2. I figure she will probably say “No” to trespassing anyway. I casually ask her if she would like to come with me. I offer fair warning: “I guess this is illegal.” She rubbed her hands together and said “Let’s Go.”

Understand, most of the boys are scared. The prettiest girl around is all in. That is, if she can climb.

Well this Saturday morning she strolled down to my house in comfortable pair of running shoes. We walk the tracks on the steel rails themselves, like a tight rope. When we arrive at the barb wire pole behind Grand Central station. I brief her. I fill her in on what to expect. We kick at the gravel alongside the rails. This is where the rubber meets the road, literally. If she climbs this successfully, it’s a good sign we will work out. She is dressed in cutoff jeans and a T shirt, not a whole lot of protective clothing. I am going to get a kick out of this!

” There you are, that’s the climb, I will go first, watch where I grab.” I say

I’m now inside as her pretty little head pops above the fence, followed by her pretty behind. The prettiest climb I have ever seen. Slow-motion, pretty, like a shampoo commercial. She jumps down and looks thrilled. I dampen her enthusiasm by letting her know she needs to do it faster … next time. Silently, I am Frigging impressed.

I first show her the trains. We sit in the plush but filthy seats and talk about things. We avoid sports and the army. We just talk about stuff. There is really nowhere we have to be…any set is cool. Somehow, I am relaxed. This is going well, this girl thing.

I feel brave and we cross the field to a building we named Boystown. We named it after seeing a movie that used it called- Girls Town. Jimmy and I changed it to Boystown, since we’re boys…

We find a bench on the bottom floor. I wanted to bring it up to the top of this building. We can sit and view the Tarzan lake from a nice high vantage point. She helps me get this bench up to the top of this 4-story maze. I couldn’t do it without her so she is already paying off.

She is covered with dust but she even looks prettier filthy. Plus, none of the guys smell this good. The first piece of furniture is in the new Penthouse fort we are building. The Red Bronco has come in, and does the the rounds, below us. We can see the main gate from here, that’s big. We know we are alone when the guard exits that main gate. Not sure when he comes back, but, he is gone now…we are alone.

Jane’s looking pretty good to me right now …up here, not wanted or being chased. She’s is an angle. She glows in this dim room. Sun beams direct themselves on her glittering blonde hair. Her blue eyes are silver. A strong attraction takes over. I release a Tarzan like yell projecting over her towards Tarzan Lake. It is powerful enough for the birds in the forest below to take flight…

I lead her down from this maze of a building. We run across a dirt road holding hands. So Romantic, we our overdressed for this party.

Then, we cross over the lake. on a tiny foot bridge. I have a row boat stashed with a couple of paddles, just above the pond edge in thick bushes. Aah, the perfect way to end this afternoon. We float around listening to a transistor radio playing 93 KHJ…Boss Top Thirty hits.

The Real, Don Steele. Charlie Tuna, Humble Harve and Robert W. Morgan spin classic vinyl on a classic lake. The prettiest girl I know framed by this exterior,

Jethro Tull’s hit song Bungle in the Jungle evokes a journey to the jungle. The lyrics take you across the green pond. You traverse under two bridges. Meanwhile, the sun slowly begins to sink into a blaze of orange blinding light.

This area is secluded and a guard would probably have to leave the vehicle to see us…that rarely happens. We even doze off as we sit low in the boat. Hazy sun reflects through the trees and off the water. The lake is the sky as clouds in the sky duplicate their image on the water, as do our faces. The lake is a giant mirror of its environment. A pair of ducks mingle around us, as does a bull frog. This lake is loaded with crawfish, minnows, and carp but more so than anything else- history!

This is like dream, this legendary place is my new backyard. And, I have a new friend to explore it with. We dock and step off into the jungle that is magical and gigantic. I step on a twig, as it snaps, a thousand birds took off like a Hitchcock movie.

That can work for us. I remind myself of this. If the birds suddenly take off, it’s a signal someone bad may be coming.

The only problem the lake has for us is that it is located in the middle of the lot. This means you have a long run from here to the fence if things go bad. Better off hiding, most likely. I am always thinking ways to keep ahead of my pursuers. Small stuff adds up. I’ll take any advantage I can.

We end our day hungry like typical teenagers, so climb out over an old green wood fence. Maureen is probably the dirtiest kid in town right now. Using lake water to clean up smeared dust and created mud. She looks like a native in war paint. and now she smells like an aquarium. There is just something magnetic about her…

We picked a spot not barbed to exit. Maureen has already earned an advanced climbing badge. I grade kids on my own set of expectations like an Iowa Test at school. swears she will someday pole vault this sharp obstacle.For now…she’s one pretty -pole dancer.

Donnie thinks he so tough…Guys are the biggest chickens! That fence is nothing…

She runs over to her apartment. “Wait till she looks in the mirror. Good-by Jane,” I salute. She looks like she exited a Hollywood Movie.

I thought to myself as I was going to bed…”Girls aren’t so bad after all!”

Maureen and nephew Chad… notice MGM in background…German village and China St.

Leon, you asked for more Maureen, who doesn’t. Try this on for size.

A typical day in the life in our private Disneyland…

Written and lived by Donnie Norden and Maureen Miller…

The 23rd Century

December 7, 2024December 7, 2024 Phantom of the Backlot8 Comments

This story is in my Book Two-“The Uninvited Visitor”

A very special moment on the set of ...King Kong

All activity on the lot indicates to me Kong is close to ready. However, sneaking in Lot 1 is dangerous. The MGM guards all know me. They know I don’t belong on this set or lot…Period!

However, I need to see where we’re at, like some producer kid. It’s time to pay Little Italy a visit. But first, I’m getting a couple of donuts, one orange iced, the other, a Kong cream pie. It’s a specialty donut, in honor of the Great Ape, being dressed just across the street. This donut shop, as is this city itself, is all things Kong.

It’s across this street I’m headed next. I have my little bag of delights. I need to climb a fence. A billboard of Logan’s Run proudly displays itself there. Poor Farrah. She is getting shoe marks all over her face. Her skimpy outfit is marked too on her section of this advertisement board. It’s the only spot I can get over at… sorry Farrah!

First, I hold my breath and close my eyes. Then, I toss this tiny donut package over the sign. I hope it floats softly like a balloon, limiting damage.

**23rd Century -Get in spot for MGM Lot 1**

I’m next. After grabbing one hand hold, my tennis shoes slip and slide. They glide like a cartoon on this extra-large movie poster. My right hand barely clasps the top of the fence. My momentum buys me the extra inches to pull myself up to the top. Then I go over, reuniting with my tiny bag of donuts. I may have just landed in the 23rd Century.

Kong is getting the star treatment and looks like an actor getting finishing touches before hitting the set.

The fabricated tree area has been switched to a rubber hose forest. Miles of hoses or tubes have been cut. They fit inside this massive, formidable 40 ft object. It has been hibernating here for months. He would be just a rubber doll without these arteries for oil to activate all his digits and facial expressions.

Activity is taking place around me at a mesmerizing pace…I find myself in between pit covers, artificial trees, and pallets of rubber hoses towering above me. I appear like Johnny Quest, with donuts!

**That’s a fancy car kicking up all that dust…**

A long black Mercedes-Benz wheels onto the set. It sends up a cloud of dust as it suddenly stops. I realize the attention all shifts to a dapper man, dressed in attire fit for a producer. I lick orange frosting off my fingers. I stand behind some artificial trees to get a better view of this person of interest. This is him, I think to myself, it’s Dino…

Everybody stares at the car, waiting for the great man, the producer, to emerge. Even King Kong stares, impassive, his giant ape face frozen 40 feet above the car. After a couple of seconds, the producer, Dino De Laurentiis, bounces out of the car. There is no doubt that he does this for dramatic effect. He flounces with energy. He pays absolutely no attention to the rest of us on the set – about 50 people. Looking up, he locks eyes with King Kong. He is here to see the giant monkey. De Laurentiis doesn’t even glance at the maybe three dozen special effects people who are swarming over Kong. Several of them take up positions at big instrument consoles. Each console has a series of levers that control hydraulic valves within Kong.

Slowly, gradually, I hear the hum of electricity. Then the whoosh of valves. Kong is coming to life… Maybe. Dino De Laurentiis has come to see the beast move. And it better move and move well. The Hollywood Press has been hinting at problems with the giant hairy star of the movie. Rumors suggest that the whole movie is at risk. And that is no small risk. It’s 1976. The $30 million budget for King Kong makes it the most expensive film in history at this point. Many people in Los Angeles think De Laurentiis’ remake of the 1933 classic starring Fay Wray is a folly. They believe this because the original is such an iconic movie. Additionally, they think no movie should cost $30 million and depend so much on unproven, untried special effects.

Giant jungle robots, indeed. Many movie insiders in ultra-competitive Hollywood are happy. They take not-so-secret delight at the prospect of seeing De Laurentiis fall flat on his face. He is the flamboyant Italian interloper. De Laurentiis is moving to the United States. He had a career in Italy. His work focused on spaghetti Westerns and niche films like Barbarella. He also worked on derivative, knockoff spy and gangster movies. Some people think De Laurentiis is too big for his riding britches. Remaking King Kong could be his Icarus moment. It is the moment when he flies too close to the Hollywood sun.

De Laurentiis is looking less than cocky at this moment. He looks worried, his eyes never straying from Kong’s as he stands a few feet from his car, waiting. I’m enthralled, this is a very big moment in this film. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. Men scramble, levers are pulled, hums and wheezes and whooshes get louder. Is the big ape going to come alive for the big cheese?

Kong’s ears wiggle. There is a murmur on the set, but nobody shouts or cheers. Nobody says anything. Everyone is concentrating so much on the big robot that I can step out of my hiding place. I just turned 16. I am not supposed to be anywhere on this studio lot. I definitely should not be here on the tightly closed, high-security set of the biggest movie ever. This is happening during a critical special effects test. I am about half a football field away from De Laurentiis. I am next to the jungle scenery that has been my hiding place.

Kong blinks, slowly. This is promising. But the robot needs the capability to make much more complicated movements with its arms and legs. He must look real – and huge, and menacing – on the screen. If Kong moves like a robot, the movie will be not only a flop, but a laughingstock.

Slowly, Kong’s left arm rises, a little. He blinks again. His head turns left. His head turns right. His partially raised left hand is in a fist. Slowly, the ape’s massive fingers, the size of a real Gorilla’s legs, start to unfurl. I sneak a quick glance over at the Mercedes, and De Laurentiis is starting to smile.

Kong raises his left hand higher, so his hand is chest high, palm toward his chest. I suppose if you know how a 40-foot gorilla would move, the robot’s movements look pretty natural. Kong extends all four fingers and his thumb, so his palm is facing his chest. Amid more wheezes and whooshes and buzzes, slowly Kong folds his thumb in. Then his pointer finger, ring finger, and little finger. His middle finger remains extended.

King Kong is giving Dino De Laurentiis the bird.

The set erupts in cheers and shouts and laughter. I eat my cream filled Kong donut as Kong stares down, paralyzed. He passed his audition, barely… People clap, and so does De Laurentiis. With a cigar in his mouth, Dino flips the bird at his creation. He smiles as he exhales a plume of tobacco toward his leading man. This is the moment it’s become clear that the King Kong remake would become a mega-hit. This time it stars Jessica Lange in her first film role, along with Jeff Bridges. The film is released at the end of this year. I can feel it, all this hard work is culminated in this magical moment.

As fate would have it, after the exchange of gestures, everything is green-lighted to move to the backlot. The largest scenes yet remain to be filmed. Kong stands proudly with his finger extended over the Italy assembly area, I see everyone laughing and celebrating by smoking. The only one not smoking is me and Kong.

As the thrill of victory wears off, Dino leaves in a cloud of dust, excited as Dr. Frankenstein when his monster came to life before his eyes.

Kong stays in the same position, not contorting even for a moment to wave farewell. It turns out, this demo was like test driving a used car. Our hero has a hydraulic leak in the miles of rubber hose inside. This leak has depleted our star of the life blood. It’s needed to pump his massive joints. He’s not broken, just leaking oil. like some old used car.

Don’t worry-I’m hiding behind stacks of rubber Kong hydraulic tubing sitting on a sea of pallets…

Kong will maintain this posture until the leaking section is identified. It needs to be replaced. I’m not sure if Dino caught wind that Kong’s hand is stuck after he left the test range…

As we say in Little Italy…cambio olio -sprigati, sprigati, –Ti stiamo aspettando!

Welcome to Hollywood fellas, Winchell’s donuts is across the street, you still got a lot of work to do…

I better get out of here, Little Italy needs to cut up more rubber hose, Pronto!

A Night in Sing Sing Prison

December 7, 2024December 7, 2024 Phantom of the Backlot2 Comments

The sign above this secured entrance says- Visitor Entrance-Sing Sing Prison, Ossining, New York

Something is not level here…

Director Robert Wise scouting his rigged set. A British Flag and a oil burning light fixture sit below a rooftop of Studio Lighting equipment.

The Real Sing Sing Prison in New York.

A typical cell block.In 1891, with the advent of ‘The Electric Chair,” Sing Sing became notorious for executions continuing into 1963. The death chair nicknamed “Old Sparky” outlasted the New York Prison. It was moved where it now “pulsates” at Kentucky State Penitentiary in Eddyville, Kentucky.

Those not faced with execution “relaxed” this way.

A photo of a prisoners last moments at Sing Sing. This is an ancient version of Death by Electrocution.The water bucket above this soon to be executed prisoner is used to provide conductivity of electric current. This increases the chances of execution in a timely manner. A drain for the water lies below the chair. In 1976, J. Edgar Hoover was filmed on the MGM Backlot. One scene on New York Street had a notorious gangster “Lepke” surrender to Mr. Hoover on conditions he would receive a light sentence. After Lepke is lead away in handcuffs. J. Edgar– played by Broderick Crawford, says , with a smirk,”His ass is going to burn in Sing Sing!”…Really cool moment on Brownstone Street, Lot 2.

ATTENTION–DO NOT SIT… This is a more modern and successful version. The last thing you want to see in an execution is the culprit survive. That’s usually reserved for…The Twilight Zone.

My toy Tommy Gun fired sparks, it seemed so real, especially running around the Desilu Backlot-“Fighting Crime” This was when toys were designed for “young men with no fear”

This laundry facility just went out of business, J.B French, established in 1945. The studios patronized this establishment for costume cleaning. This blacktop area is where the police parked and turned their searchlights on Sing Sing Prison..The street out front is Jefferson Blvd. You may remember Barney and his sidecar motorcycle episode writing tickets on “ speeders.” That took place out front on this street.

On a typical Saturday afternoon…

We Begin: The Untouchables is one of my favorite T.V series. It reruns on Saturday evenings at 5 P.M. My friend Jimmy and I spend Saturdays watching Johnny Quest in the morning. We watch Combat in the afternoon. This follows a dose of Soul Train, hosted by Don Cornelius. Nothing like a “little funk” before an all-out war. Afterward, we usually head over to MGM Lot 2. We retrace the bootsteps of the battle we just watched on T.V. Many of these sets still have bullet holes in their exteriors. Shells remain inside below the windows where the fighting occurred.

If we time everything correctly, security won’t be an issue. It won’t tie us up. We return to my house for The Untouchables. Walter Winchell narrates as the background music plays. It means we’re home on time for an hour of rip roaring Tommy Guns and car crashes. Absolutely wonderful television. This series is Desilu’s version of Combat. Matching it shell casing for shell casing.

As Walter describes today’s episode, we are stunned to see a set used that we love and play at often. We have never seen it used on T.V, but here it is. Elliot Ness is standing at this front gate with the Sing Sing Prison sign above him. The iron prison bars were actually wood-painted black and several lay on the ground. We just played street hockey in this same Prison corridor entrance. Using prison bars and a rubber ball. You never know what will motivate you on this old backlot. Imagination and backlots go together like Peanut Butter and Jelly.

Most of the episode that followed was anticlimactic. However, the images we saw inspired us. We took an early evening bike ride to Desilu. We wanted to follow up on what we just saw on television- frame by frame, step by step. This is how we live, amongst decaying sets and villages from ancient times. This set is hard to find on television and we feel blessed. What fascinates us the most is the administration behind the cell blocks. It is now slanting like The Leaning Tower of Pisa. The building is structurally sound, it’s the land that shifted a bit. We go up here at night. During daylight, people on Jefferson Blvd can see you. It is located just across the La Ballona Creek.

We arrive at dusk. We drag our bikes up a cement embankment. We leave them at the crest of the slope. This way, we can explore. We walk through a barren area of fox tail stickers and licorice plants. Those fox tails are murder when your socks rub against them. I’ve tossed a few pairs away on this backlot rather than “desticker.”

This set is isolated and is the very last set on the backlot, the farthest from the main gate. All the roads are dirt. Some familiar, this is the area where Andy leads a goat full of dynamite as Barney plays harmonica. A boat, the size of a sailboat but much sturdier, sits decaying and a favorite meal of termites. We climbed in it before and I got a nasty splinter in my finger. This full scale 30 foot boat would sink if it was put in water. So here it sits for decades and ions. There is no working clocks here, and the church bells stopped ringing long ago. This lot doesn’t have a lake or pond to float this old relic, so it sits in dry dock. Shrubs hide this ships whereabouts. This section is so obscure you never see security this far back.

The moonless sky begins to fade to black, with the only lights coming from cars on Jefferson Blvd. We begin our climb to the top of the administration building. It’s easy. Stairways take us upwards. We no longer need to worry about being seen since it’s pitch dark now. We are directly across from J.B French, a laundry company often used by this studio. Established in 1945, the laundries front door opens up to this backlot. We’re neighbors in the Grand Scheme of things.

It’s fun just sitting up here, and the buzz of this Untouchable episode hasn’t worn off.

In fact, it becomes much more real. The police have shown up across the street, at the for-mentioned laundry, which is closed. They are on the opposite side of the creek. We have no concern. Then two powerful searchlights from their backed in police cruiser start crisscrossing our building, which is very exposed. Jimmy and I hit the floor…face to face we lay on decades worth of dust. This is like the opening credits in Batman. We expect to see a Bat Signal next in their bag of tricks. From the lot that housed the Caped Crusaders, we remain calm. This isn’t our first backlot rodeo.

The searchlights go back and forth. They are blinding when viewed directly. These lights scour the landscape below and above. They often focus directly on the building we are occupying. We are difficult to see laying flat, but not impossible from a well focused, directional beam of light. This is like some…Prison Movie, and “we’re the bad guys.”

We will have to wait this scenario to play out. We don’t think there’s any way they saw us- or are bikes below. The police continue to illuminate our security blanket of darkness. Light beams swing back and forth like a clock pendulum.. “This must be like what an air raid feels like” I whisper. Random lights criss crossing everywhere. We lay in wait. “If the search light catches us,” we plan ahead on a filthy dirt floor. “Let’s run to our bikes and take off down the creek.”

As we plan our escape from Sing Sing Prison, the lights turn off. Just them and us, straight across from one another, now in darkness. Finally they exit and that’s are cue to leave as well. In separate directions from the Black and White…

Reruns were never quite like this!

Written and lived by…Donnie Norden.

Behind the Scenes: Animal Actors at Universal

December 7, 2024April 27, 2025 Phantom of the BacklotLeave a comment

“Welcome” from some of the most friendly stars in Hollywood.

It’s a Wild World- applies here. You may remember the Eagle that would take paper money from visitors hands and bring it back to the handler. That’s how we pay these guys…

Things to note; Three car Pink and White Glamour Trams, an open air Universal Amphitheater. and Castle Dracula towers above the theme park.

Lassie made this show famous. “He” had his own T.V series at Universal.

I was wrapping out a show one late Friday night. I ran into three escaped dogs on New York Street. They were taking their own guided tour. Because of predator dangers, I wrangled them up, put them in my vehicle, and security reunited them to their handlers.

Before it was an actor stage, we had a zoo. It was located behind Courthouse Square.

This guy is the biggest star and has been know to escape into the studio. He has a mind of his own.

Every Which Way but Loose… describes my animal tale.

Who’s the bigger Ham here? I say Erik!

I saw this scene filmed…This is Culver Blvd, my street corner. Erik and his Kawasaki are on back a trailer, attached to a camera truck.

Get me outta here…

“I love donuts” this was how my boss was confronted… face to face.

These actors never strike or complain…

In my career at Universal, I saw a lot of things. Early on, I worked as a tram driver. On this particular morning, drivers and guides were notified. An Orangutan was on the loose somewhere on the backlot. Apparently, it escaped its cage, located just behind the famous Universal City sign overlooking the San Fernando Valley. But the tram tour must go on, “Keep your eyes open,” was the orders issued. A manhunt was on, an all points bulletin that affects the entire studio.

A Dragnet was taking place, but no need to panic the public, act like it’s part of the tour. Animal trainers scoured the lot with tranquilizer guns, because this “most wanted” could kill you bare handedly. Not that he would. He’s a friendly beast. He works around the public all day performing at The Animal Actors Stage. When not guest starring in some movie or T.V show.

As if King Kong was loose, undercover operations vehicles scoured the backlot. The theme park had to be cleared first, because the paying public had to be provided a safe haven. That sequence took place before the park opened. He could be anywhere, on our 473 acre movie studio.

I was one of the first tours to embark that summer morning. I drop off guests at the I Love Lucy stage for a taste of Movie Magic. Videos of Robert Wagner welcome you. I take my empty tram back towards tram dispatch to grab another load of customers. As I drive behind our original Property Department, I notice it is full of ancient Chinese vases. Night Gallery Pictures from Rod Serling’s T.V series also fill the department. I see commotion on the hillside above. Branches snap and foliage disturbs in a jungle type setting. This setting connects the lower lot to tours. He is swinging vine to vine, like in a Tarzan Movie.

Our featured star was just playing in his own rain forest, having escaped from a barred, dank cell. Who can blame him really, I sadly called in his location and he was instantly apprehended without incident. He even performed at his 11 A.M showtime in the popular stage of unemployed movie animals. This show is their back up gig when not in front of the cameras.

The 90’s have arrived quickly. I am now an electrician. I am part of all production taking place on the lot. A de-ja-vue is taking place, I’ve seen this movie before. An orangutan is once again on the loose, this time it’s 5 A.M, as employees are arriving for work. A misty mountain fog permeates the parking area above the collapsing bridge animation. I was driving up to pick up my boss, Tony G. He arrives an hour after my call time. He parks on a steep hillside. It’s pitch dark, and the fog does not help. Shadows are what you see, not employees. Tony gets out of his truck and places donuts and coffee on the roof of his vehicle. Seeing a figure coming his way, he mistakes the shadow as another employee from our shop.

He locks his truck when he realizes, this is not an electrician, it’s an Orangutan. Like a Hitchcock thriller, he is face to face with something that could ruin his day. Tony quickly jumps back inside the cab of his truck. He leaves a dozen donuts and a cup of coffee on his roof. The Animal Actor approaches Tony through his car window. Tony is very frightened at this point. He has entered…The Jungle Book.

Call it Gorilla’s in the Mist if you will since we are Universal Studios. The lead actor has the lead boss in a quandary. The goodies on his rooftop entice our Orangutan star, who apparently likes donuts. Now the ape is feeding itself in the bed of Tony’s truck. The coffee gets poured out on the windows as Tony gets an up close and personal early morning star treatment. Our star, now with a sugar buzz, decides to go from car to car, looking for more pastry. Employees notify security who contact the animal handlers, who were once again on the hunt.

As they arrive with a tranquilizer gun in hand, the ape is snapping car antenna’s. Not in a mood for negotiating…”shots fired”

Our star is apprehended and life goes on as usual in this land of…Movie Magic!

My friend and former boss passed away today, April 26, 2025. Tony Grillo, a great man with many accomplishments. He helped me get the right job for me. He takes with him many great stories so I share this one with you guys on a sad day. R.I.P Tony, from all the guys who worked for you and with you….

Written and Lived by….Donnie Norden.

Bongs, Backlots, and Rock & Roll: 1970s Tales…

October 13, 2024December 7, 2024 Phantom of the Backlot8 Comments

The “paraphernalia” used in today’s adventure. Bamboo grows along the studio fence on Van Buren Street. A 10 foot high chain link fence is a less than formidable separation. It stands between my friend’s apartment building, carport, and these iconic stages.

The herbal product imported from Thailand that is easy to come by at Public School. You don’t have to go to Thailand, Primo is the word best describing this very tasty and exotic import. Tastes like flavorful dark, rich coffee when smoked in a Bong. Bold, relaxing, and extremely intoxicating…

We start this story on the Main Lot of Laird Studios. We still call it Desilu, since that’s the name it was for most my childhood. In picture 3, top row, you can see my friend’s apartment building-bottom right of frame…yellowish building.

It is on Van Buren, the property line separates the main lot from his apartment complex. This was a popular destination amongst “stoners” since top quality ‘smoke and hallucinogenics” can be obtained. Like a neighborhood “7-11” minus the Slurpees. Run by long haired teenage entrepreneurs named David and Steve. They join me and best Pal “Pat Rich” on all that takes place in today’s story.

Before we head to the backlot where Stalag 13 is located, we go up into the ancient dressing rooms. These rooms overlook Van Buren Street. Bruce Lee lived in a Duplex right below this- no longer existing stage. Amazon Studios casualties include many legendary stages. That’s not -progress.

My hero- not Batman anymore-Catwoman

Here is the rooftop of the soundstage in we are exploring today in a Batman episode. Dressing rooms built on the exterior of these stages. This is the only lot I have seen with stages that have dressing rooms attached to the top. They are accessed by long stairways. Don Kirshner films his legendary rock and roll video concerts here. Often our neighborhood pals would be used as fillers for audience. I saw Elvin Bishop do a taping of “Fooled around and fell in Love” his hit song.

Under that rooftop-this storage area is discovered ...

This beaten up TV is eerily similar in every way. It looks just like the set I’d sneak on the MGM Backlot to watch Twilight Zone. I also used it to watch Combat episodes. A TV you can run with usually ends up looking like this.

This was backlot entertainment…Sadly this cassette player fell to its death on the MGM backlot in the church steeple in Combat Village. A song was playing by Led Zeppelin-Kashmir. It’s a long fall. The music was heard during the fall, before impact crashing down on cobblestones, 4 stories below. Needless to say- all my portable electronic stuff had really fun lives. Tonight’s recordings feature this recently released comedy album that everyone in school listens to…

We arrive at The 40 Acre backlot for uninhibited “fun and Games.” Just four teenage Stoner Boys. We have a bamboo bong, Ty Stick, matchbooks from a local bar “Sarna’s,” and a Panasonic tape deck. I record songs and albums on cassette tapes for studio parties.

Where comedy and rock music combine- in the Guard Tower at Stalag 13. “Take another hit, of fresh air and California Sunshine” Quick Silver Messenger Service gets this guard tower party started! This is how our brains functioned this day…

These photos were taken by me in the grassy hill right above the tree stump, overlooking the camp in 1974. The rigid pipe is for the sprinkler system. We would turn it on and lay in hammocks we put up on top of the hill overlooking the Stalag. Sadly, I was going in to specifically photo expose this Stalag when before my eyes, it was being removed.

They weren’t tearing down the lot. A show titled The Fortune was about to build a village. The show starred Warren Beatty and Jack Nicholson. They only left the utility shed pictured with a snow painted roof. Foreground in last picture are some rope cots and other props stashed behind this house below us. The camp stood until 1974. That’s when I liberated the stump with help from Pat. When entered for the first time late 1972, the camp was perfectly in tact. A native plant you see in the top 3 photos actually is like sandpaper. Finesse is required at this point. When you cut through it, it can scar you up. What doesn’t around here?

From the Front Lot to the Backlot-we double dip this afternoon and evening…Summer 1973

We start our journey “Dazed and Confused”

Pat and I peddle our bikes to an Apartment Complex built behind Desilu Studios. It is best known to kids for what can “be had” from tenants inside units. Two friends live here-Steve and David. Long hair, very popular hippie types, Public School friends.

David shows us his Bong Business. From Bamboo shoots that separate the Desilu Main lot and his parking complex-Pat and I are impressed by his craftsmanship. Airtight with wax inside for sealing and water-proofing this smoking device. They are known to be the best Bongs in Culver City. I’m equally as interested at the main lot behind this free growing bamboo. The conversation shifts from Bongs to trespassing.

Pat and I are told that these brothers often trespass starting from this high fence blocked by bamboo. They then go up into the ancient dressing rooms built along the backside of these soundstages. They point upwards to stages looking down on us where we stand on delineated-painted parking stalls on blacktop. Since Laird became owner, backlot security, more specifically the “Guard Dogs” no longer exist on the backlot. It’s become a “Teenage-Wasteland” that more often than not is completely uninhabited by adults.

These brothers offer us a tour of the front lot dressing rooms. They assure us it’s almost completely safe. They also share some exploits from their life along this fenced property. These two brothers have more history trespassing this front lot than anyone else I know. We shy away from front lot trespassing. The consequences are severe, like a visit to jail. Also, hiding places are few and far between. But-not wanting to be…”Chickens,” Pat and I accept their invitation with one lone stipulation “we carry no contraband.”

This is advanced trespassing when you sneak around soundstages. No distractions needed-bring your “A game”

We climb the fence using bamboo like Koala Bears. We squeeze in between and step on the chutes, like a ladder built by nature. An easy refreshing climb from a bamboo jungle to a concrete, secured jungle. All paraphernalia is left at their house because lots of things can go wrong here. We hug the interior fence line and reach a stairway. The stairway ascends upward to a long walkway. The walkway is in front of all these rooms I have been looking at for many years. I have never attempted to occupy these rooms.

This is so exciting not knowing what’s inside and the adrenaline is more powerful than any drug at this moment. I choose a random room and turn the ornate glass handle to enter…open sesame.

Inside, we are greeted by a musty smelling vacancy that suffered extreme water damage. A smelly couch with room enough to change costumes and mirrors for make-up to be put on the actors. Tiny bathrooms finish the room off. The last stars to be up here had to be long ago. Wood stuff is rotted and the smell gets to ya. The floor has tiles with black and white patterns. We now see before our very eyes something we have been wondering about. We try other door handles that do not even have locks. We enter several other dressing rooms. These rooms all have their own stories-if they speak.

We go back down one of two stairways up top here. We mosey into what was a soundstage. Now it is a stock unit storage area. Props and walls, every studio has storage like this. There is activity on the lot and we are forced to hide as we hear voices. We are tucked away in an obsolete corner surrounded by set walls kept for storage. A hole in broken drywall allows us to peek inside a mysterious room, but not big enough to fit through. What we see is film cans, tiny thin ones with Lucy stamped on them. We don’t see any door attached to this room. Access is maybe from the front where we would most likely be seen. Well, we got our fill and answered several questions on what we have been looking at for several years. We backtrack back to the fence we entered to now exit to head down Van Buren to the backlot.

March on Starship Troopers…

Now we are soldiered up. We are carrying a bong and a Panasonic tape deck for some backlot partying. We choose Stalag 13 as our destination of choice. I was just here a week ago and I still have a “hickey” on my neck, from Maureen. It’s fading like those joke shop tattoos we buy on Main Street. But, this is real-done by a real hot girl.

As we enter, we pass down Western Street. So far, we are the only folks on this backlot. We slowly walk up Western Street and I push play on my cassette deck. “Cisco Kid” by the band War begins to set the mood. It’s as if this song is written for this street. We pass a saloon as the lyrics “Poncho drinks the Wine” is versed. I’m already high and we haven’t partaken in our session yet.

We arrive at Stalag 13, around the corner from Western Street. In minutes, we are in a guard tower. I was just making out in the guard tower last week with Maureen. Today, its all boys as we situate one boy for each of the four interior walls of this guard tower. Our feet connect center stage like spokes on a wheel. We break out the contraband. Before I turn back on the music and comedy, I casually flip the hair off my neck. This exposes hickey for all to see. Boys will be boys

We talk and spark up, we start with “hot girls” as a topic. Susan Dey of the Partridge Family seems to be a topic that gets beat around the most. Peggy Lipton of the Mod Squad is also often discussed. We all agree Linc has a pretty cool Afro. You don’t see “AFROS” on TV, but you do on city streets.

We too are a Mod Squad…

Just the mentioning of all our female actress’s practically ignites our red covered booklets of Sarna’s matches. My pop brings these home almost daily, from a bar right across from the studio.

The bubbling sound of a “Bong at work” intersects with deep conversation. This conversation is sophisticated, as only 13-year-old stoners can deliver. We cover everything from Pro Football and the undefeated Miami Dolphins to the World Champion Oakland Athletics. We also cover Vietnam, a place none of us want to end up. “Our Thai Stick comes from that region. Soldiers smoke this,” I point out as I suck on my bamboo peace pipe. “It’s called the Golden Triangle” as I burn my finger talking too long. Last week- I was sucking on Maureen’s neck up here. Today, she’s been replaced by a piece of bamboo and a stick of Thai.

Must be explained: The object of taking a bong hit is to consume the entire hit. This includes the herb loaded in the chamber. When this successfully takes place, the bubbling sound turns into a hissing sound. This is usually simultaneously followed by coughing. Then a large smoke plume often appears, and possibly death...just kidding.

As my lungs clear up in this Stalag 13 guard tower, I tell Dave and Steve a bong story. The story involves Pat and took place in my backyard. “I have several cartridges of blank ammo I got from MGM- left over from Combat. Pat was coming over to my house. I wanted to greet him with a bamboo bong hit. We never use cheap plastic reproductions. As he walks through my back gate, I greet him with my peace pipe. “I got one ready for ya,” I hand him a lighter and bong and step back. He does not know below the herb-in the chamber is gunpowder from Combat. So I’m not exactly sure what will happen next.

“Ignition” at the spark of the match. A massive flame engulfs his face. It was a blinding flash that disappeared as fast as it ignited. Pat has a goat styled beard growth that was smoldering, after the flame flashed out. He couldn’t see briefly. That didn’t stop him from trying to punch me out. Blindly, his swings miss their target as he smolders. I never laughed so hard. Pat at this moment, as when this happened, sees no humor in this story. Once again, he kicks me with those stupid boots he always wears.

He may need counseling, this event really seems to bother him.

We are sitting cross legged on the floor, our heads still remain below the frameless, glassless windows overlooking the Stalag. We can’t be seen, the tops of our heads are below wood framing. But I’m sure at times can be heard- a long ways away. The more we pass the bong the higher each of us gets. Faces change shapes as the effects of being stoned are happening before our eyes. “Take another hit-of fresh air”

We all do Sergeant Schultz impressions …”I see nothing but colors” is my anecdote as each stoner does his own Sgt Schultz. The beauty here is we go home and watch the reruns on T.V, at home- it’s like this series is still going on. In our lives it is. David does a solo verse of a song titled Sweet Leaf by Black Sabbath.

David says he ran into Tom Laughlin, better known in these parts as “Billy Jack”

He continues, ‘We were skateboarding down Ince Blvd. He passed by us on a motorbike and waved.’ “Interesting,” I exclaim! “Every set on this backlot has Billy Jack written inside it, you know.” I elaborate on his story. “Someone has an obsession for “One Tin Soldier” around here.” I continue “I’m glad Billy isn’t security around here, then again, he’d work with us. “

Cheech and Chong take stage in this guard tower. Sister Mary Elephant opens the comedic part of this deep mind journey. Pat and I find anything to do with nuns extra funny since we both served a long sentence at St. Augustine’s. We were both kicked out before 8 th grade. We were told, as were our parents, we have been seen trespassing out of MGM. We were spotted by a station wagon full of nuns, of all things.

The final straw was attaching a strange boy to a rope attached to the school flagpole. We buckled his belt to the rope reserved for flags. They then hoisted him upwards. The school had lots to explaining to the parents and we were told to get our education elsewhere. That leads us to where we’re at now…elsewhere it is!

After spilling the Bong water, a necessary component in Bonging, “we- cotton-mouthed long hair freaky people,” call it a day. We have been laughing non-stop for what seems like days, as for now, we’re just really thirsty…

Written and lived by…Donnie Norden. R.I.P. Patrick Rich you are missed.

The Best of Culver City’s Backlot Stories: Wally’s Gas Station

September 24, 2024 Phantom of the Backlot2 Comments

The last picture ever taken of this set. A set surrounded by dirt roads. Every show that came on this busy backlot had to pass by here. I will take your inside this set in this post. Very small but packed with history. Often this was the first set we would hide in briefly. It was 20 yards or so from the La Ballona creek. The creek was like a set and was when Thomas Ince was alive. The Army Core of Engineers paved the pristine tree lined location to control flooding in storms. MGM Lot 3 was down stream. When backlots flood, workers use row boats.

Wally’s filling station had a different location originally but was removed to build a bridge for Hogan’s Heroes. This new Wally’s is a Frisbee toss from and his future Barracks and Camp Henderson.

Not the same building. This is the original. Replaced to build a permanent set -The Bridge for Hogan’s Heroes. An episode of The Untouchables filmed at this original station. Night scene-Tommy Guns blazing- fire and explosions. The next day – had to erase all signs of carnage and mayhem for the simpler life in Mayberry. These two series used the backlot for 3 years – same time. Chicago/ Mayberry, Atlanta, Gotham City or just Superman’s Metropolis are cities once represented here. This is the most famous of all backlot ranches.

This set replaced Wally’s original Gas and Service station.

For perspective–Original Wally’s location, pictured on left, was replaced by Hogan’s Heroes Bridge. Picture on right highlighted-was Wally’s second location. Not moved-torn down. Rebuilt net to Camp Henderson. I’ve been chased along side the creek bed the entire length of the studio …and a bit beyond.

The gas station attendants on the let. Sheriff Taylor fueling up on right. Center is pre Gomer Pyle’s -Camp Henderson. Gomer would mover over one set-twenty yards as the crow flies-to his new home away from home and a set he would make famous for years to come.

This area would become-Camp Henderson. If you examine earlier trio of pictures-you can see reverse angle where Gomer has nozzle in his hands. Danny Thomas had bigger plans for Gomer-“his own series

Sunday- at the filling Station– “No reason to be in a hurry”

“JUST FIX IT!

“Your mileage may vary” – This sign was on this dirt road pictured left. I’m standing where the pumps would be for my color photo. Behind the eucalyptus trees that still exist today is the La Ballona Creek. Through those trees is where …”We’d Appear” Many adventures of mine start peeking through trees. You’re not trespassing until you reach dirt. You can run forever along that creek. Once, while getting ready to film something on the nearby western street, a guy in a suit of all things sees us- Jimmy is with me.

He starts chasing us…We cut through a village thinking he would stop but he didn’t. We continue running and slide down the embankment along side the creek. Certainly now he would stop-not the case. We are running as fast as we can and so is he. We are covering 40 acres of real estate, the longest stretch possible.

“Will this ever stop-who is this guy” like a Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid moment. Running scared and out of breath -pure adrenaline now-Jimmy is ahead of me, the suit guy is getting closer. Finally as we get to a bridge at the very East end of Culver City- he terminates his pursuit. I have never had a guard chase me that far- he is dressed to nice to be a guard. We will never know who this guy was -but talk about a run for your life! We decided not to go back inside that afternoon a face this Super Hero again. We were only in there for 5 minutes– but the chase lasted 10!…Buzz Kill

No more Wally- a new CEO. Goober. While Gomer films right across a tiny dirt road. So close, it has to be blocked, almost always by an oversized vehicle–Shazam, my own series …

Not the same Soda Machine that greeted us- seems to be standing on a furniture dolly. Fire extinguisher was missing but would later- turn out to be needed! A car or truck can be seen here parked over a pit used to change oil. Sitting in those chairs, you would be looking at Camp Henderson, beyond the gas pumps.

Behind that military box trucks is Gomer’s old filling station job. He becomes a Marine. He becomes as big a star as any of the actors on The Andy Griffith show. The ratings on this show were always top 10. You didn’t want to be slotted up against this show. Star Trek was knocked off the air when slotted on different channel -same time. Ronnie Schell-Duke Slater had nothing but love for Jim Nabors. Jim moved on to Variety shows. Everything he touched was gold.

Speaking of Gold – a shipment passed through here in a “top secret’ transport. A fantastic backlot episode.

Boot camp is rough but it’s an honor to serve our flag and this country. I trespassed with real Marines. They all tripped out being on a set of the most famous ‘Marine’ in Hollywood. This series motivated young men into service. Fittingly, Mr. Nabors is an honorary Marine- Full Corporal. When it was on the air- Vietnam was a live war, you could be drafted- for perspective of time. I loved Sargent Carter, he was the perfect fit to offset Gomer’s silly personality.

Add Ronnie Schell and Ted Bessel. You have a series that is as popular today. It is viewed more than in the past. The show wasn’t canceled because of low ratings. A purge took place of great T.V all over Hollywood. My biggest thrill was spending an afternoon at Camp Henderson with Ronnie Schell. He played out what it was like to be on this series.

He also described life in general at Desilu. We sat in his car exactly on the spot of the barracks. I watched his eyes glaze over as he looked around at what is now an industrial park. To think of the things he saw 60 years ago, it reflected on his face and in his soul. Who would have thought a trespassing kid would become a carrier of the TV Land Torch.

Did you know-this dog can talk?- Just ask Opie Taylor.

Trouble Makers…

In 1966, Goober went on vacation and the station never did better…In 1965 -Color T.V episodes begin…

In 1967, Goober held a raffle to pick up business–Aunt Bee-is a winner- “Oh Boy” says an excited Opie

***Pictures attach to the night of the gas station fire disaster***– Area where fire started King of Kings set. Built in 1927. In this picture, Andy Griffith wasn’t on the air. There was no gas station yet. It would be added on the left side very close to this set. Eucalyptus trees separated the two sets. I had a great fort in that village. Used in Harum Scarum, yes Elvis Presley was in my fort, before me…

The village that burned this night-Elvis is running up stairway-picture on right is in picture below. Behind that stairway is Goober’s filling station. Imagine Elvis visiting Mayberry -it happened in real life.

“What a Great Place for a fort!” says Elvis

“Check the tires-filler up please”… Elvis’s Trailer was parked here at Goobers in 1967 while filming Harum Scarum.

Time to go inside the filling station on a warm summer day…

When I first set foot here- the set dressing still existed although the series was over.

We start by climbing up an embankment in the La Ballona Creek. We stop at the summit and peek through eucalyptus trees. We aren’t trespassing yet, cross the dirt road in front of us and anything goes. Where the rubber of our tennis shoes meets the dirt roads once used in Gone with the Wind.

Jimmy and I’s options start here – Camp Henderson provides cover as does this tempting filling station. Refrigerated Soda Pop sits inside a red ice chest. We have gas pumps and of course we pretended to pump gas to invisible cars. A cigarette machine offers fine packs of tobacco. After all, this is fictitiously Carolina. Still, it is located in Culver City. The eucalyptus trees along the road leading up to pumps still stand as they did then. Living Monuments to a wonderful past. They stood tall over every episode.

Open the filling station door and what do you see, dirt on the floor, no floor boards exist. 5 people barely can squeeze in here conga line style. I know families with bigger closets than this station. Motor Oil can be bought and a rack greets you through the front window. Jimmy and I check out these empty quarts of lubricant quickly learning everything is fake. There is no gas in pumps. There is no STP Oil in cans wrapped generically. There is no air for tires. There is no cold soda pop on this summer day. There are no Mayberry Lucky Strike Cigarettes in the tobacco machine of fake cartons to take home to dad. Early lesson learned -nothing is real here-entirely illusions. Everything here is like a magic act-just smoke a mirrors- abracadabra !

It’s musty inside, no interior walls, the wood outer walls are what frames the inside, except with out paint. Filming has to always take place from doorway going outward, inside, no counters or cash registers. The big glass front window is covered with dust, it has been awhile since the windows have been cleaned. The other window is on the front door.Each window, looking outward views the pumps and beyond to-Camp Henderson. Cobwebs cover the ceiling.

You expect at any moment George Lindsey or Jim Nabors to walk by. Or perhaps Opie Taylor will ride up on his bike. Or maybe a car in need of repair, like “The Man in a Hurry.” That is a great episode that uses the entire backlot and actually drives home a point. “Slow your roll” be in the moment to get the riches of the Universe. Jimmy and I are two young boys…Not in a Hurry

All this is not negative, just factual. Nothing fancy greets you. Powerful images from all the years of filming here start dominating our brains. They spool out memories. Jimmy and I soak in past, rapid firing different scenes and episodes. This is an easy way to go back in time

In between the garage and station lies a pit for the attendant to stand in. This pit is used so car’s oil can be changed. Opie once jumped over this in a scene -so of course, we do to. To a kid – it seems like the thing to do. We watch reruns of this show everyday. This gas station always is used, but never this pit, maybe it was dug for one episode, we ponder. At night, take note of this-or you may fall in. We have chase games around here, this is a slick place to lose your pursuer, in a dark hole.

Just a couple weeks ago in a chase game, I was running as fast as I can. It was a pitch dark Saturday night. I was running from an older boy. He had to tag me to capture me. I was running down the sidewalk at full speed in downtown Mayberry. I was running from the Mayberry Hotel towards the courthouse. I hear a thump and an instant groan.’ My friend Mario was just a couple feet from my tail. He got plastered by a metal protruding sign holder extending from where Emmit’s Fix It Shop stands. I was lucky to have missed being the victim here. I didn’t see it-it has no sign on it, just a metal rod.

Mario lays on the pavement groaning in pain with a very long 9 iron cut across his forehead. He has a concussion, he takes awhile to come to his senses. Just a reminder, there are a “million ways to die” at this old studio ranch. On some nights, you experience several. Boys will be boys!

This set, as did most of this lot-died a fiery death. These stories are in my books, book two, The Uninvited Visitor, will put a fire hose in your hand.

The past meets the current on this corner…

One night after almost every set was destroyed in one way, shape, or form. We were riding around when we saw flames. We just walked out of a liquor store that served basically this studio. The location is next door to a famous bar. The bar is used often in film. It is across the street from a Chevron Station that served this studio on Ince Blvd. Located next to an Ice Company and Laundry Matte that served this studio. Costumes used in epic films get cleaned here. The Paramount Laundry is etched in cement above the door. Ice is used for several reasons. It can be bought in truckloads here. It can be shaved and used as ground snow. It can be used with fans to cool things down on hot. Non air conditioned stages need fans. I have found ice picks in dressing rooms that were once used by stars.

The Culver Hotel overlooks the iconic plantation building. Thomas Ince built it. It was the center of this ancient studio. Lucy and Desi Arnaz would occupy this office space in the TV years. Times were different back then. The business outside the fences provided some service or just an escape from filming. Stars can be found here walking public streets.

Studio Spirits Road…Desi drank at this most legendary bar that has a tunnel to the Culver Hotel, used in prohibition times. I saw “That Girl ” in a phone booth in the Chevron Station on Ince Blvd. There was a line waiting outside the phone booth’s glass folding door. She talks emphatically with her hands trying to describe things. A stack of tires and real motor stands next to the repair garage, next to this booth. The next closest gas station is Goobers. Real stuff, not fake stuff, like at Wally‘s, can be purchased here.

The sky is burning…

We exit this liquor store with bags of candy. I have a Mars Bar and Fritos. As we mount up prepared for a sugar high, the sky above is turning a bright orange. We figure right away… Desilu is on fire…again.

We quickly race down Ince Blvd and see a huge fire. The main gate is locked, the fire department can be heard responding, but are not here yet. As the fire department arrives, as they cut the lock on the main gate, they are responding to an inferno. Before they can pump water a large two section collapses before our eyes. Sparks fly skyward, some disappear forever while others land in dangerous high risk areas. Many citizens have followed the firemen inside, this isn’t the first fire off Lucerne, the side street closest by. Some residents here were on the street when “Atlanta” burned in 1938. I found this out much later in- Gone with the Wind.

The lot is scheduled for demolition, this is the last action ever on the backlot. A fire engine stations itself at Goober’s at the filling station and begins pumping water on the flames. The King of Kings Set, built in 1927 by Cecil B. DeMille, is next to collapse, as if being directed by the “Man Himself.”

The fire spreads to the gas station. It has water being pumped on it and never delivered even a gallon of gas. That too collapses. Fire Department is in contain mode, so burning embers do not light the Baldwin Hills that overlook this studio. Stray tiny fires from embers are quickly extinguished by Flashing Red Light landscape.

The filling station falls backwards and downwards spewing even more sparks as it disappears forever. No one here feels the connection I have with this simply constructed facade. This is as much a friend as it is a building. It’s like if my bedroom burned down. As spectacular as this is, the ramifications are-it will never be again !

The Day After…

Basically, the landscape is several different fires, earlier fires already destroyed the neighboring Western Street. Saloon has been gone for months. I lost my Harum Scarum Fort in this last fire. I have one fort left here in an isolated location. That’s why it still stands. A pond surrounds the front and rolling green vegetation keep risk down. That fort is also known as the Mayberry R.F.D House stands.

Mayberry R.F.D House– left -set standing “safely” at Desilu. My fort “where Elvis entered” is up that stairway-pictured right. Behind this set is Goober’s Filling Station. This building collapsed igniting America’s Favorite Filling Station.

Mayberry itself is a skeleton. The Church Fire destroyed that area months ago. It’s Ghostly here. Spirits are still here just because the sets are gone or in desperate need of …love!

This fire is almost fitting for a backlot best known for fires. This finally “if you will” is a Gone with the Wind moment. Fire made this backlot famous with the Burning of Atlanta in 1938, in 1976 fire concludes its part of history. All that remains is now ash.

Farewell my backlot, a blaze of glory has taken you to a better place. Until we meet again. I will watch all the reruns. It’s like I’m still that “Uninvited Visitor” who grew up in this place.

For this story and many more -Read my books available on Amazon.

A footnote -this was the last ever backlot fire in Culver City…In August, 1976, No sets remained. A dirt 40 acre lot blows away in clouds of dust as do tumbleweeds headed somewhere else. A final sound of …Silence

Written and lived by …Donnie Norden

The Rat Patrol -MGM TV

September 20, 2024 Phantom of the Backlot5 Comments

This was my lunchbox, on my trek to Saint Augustine School every day. In some ways, it was like being in a German Prison Camp. I would ride around the sidewalks outside the backlot. I looked inside through tiny holes in the fence to get my mojo on. Carrying a book bag stuffed with a Voit football inside, this lunchbox was hooked around my handle bars. At the main gate on Overland-often this transportation (pictured on this box) presented itself through a chain link fence. I would press this box against the fence that separated me from them, making my lunch pale “official” to this my favorite show. I Lived my Lunch Pail -very much battle tested!

!972–My favorite vantage point on the MGM Back-lot…The Steeple on Lot 2. After climbing barb wire and a razor fence below-we would hide in the trains below, like some Rat Patrol kids. When the coast seemed clear, we targeted this steeple. We did a perilous climb to the top. From there, you can see almost the entire back-lot and Culver City beyond.

The Trial by Fire Raid -1967–just below the church steeple-a battle is underway…This series lasted from 1966 to 1968. It overlapped with with Combat in 67/68. “Talk about endless gunfire,” the battles and sounds carried beyond the fences as if my street was under attack.

A nomadic village that was earlier liberated by the T.V series Combat. Depending on props and set dressing, we can turn this street into whatever is needed. The Three Musketeers starring Gene Kelly rode down these same cobblestone streets in 1948. In this picture-dirt covers the cobblestone. This isn’t Europe it’s somewhere in the Middle East. Dirt is set dressing on this street.

The plot thickens”… in the picture on the right-you can see the area we climb in. It is at the very back behind the foot soldier. We climbed a barb wire pole and carefully manipulated that white razor fence.

As Germans guard exterior-Sam Troy sneaks his way in-Actual train interior.

I have been in this train …at MGM Lot 3. This train was moved here from there. Pictured left on The Harvey Girls. On the right-same train. MGM Lot 2 had plush Pullmans to fit Grand Central Station. Lot 3 was a rustic train line. Lot 2 had some Box Cars also. Tracks do not connect to each lot. You were enclosed on Lot 3 like a Lionel Kid Train set up. No where to go-but in circles. Lot 2 connects to a real train line. This train had to be trucked over. Big Toys for Big Boys…

Twilight Zone–Lot 3-” Last stop-Willoughby”-“Yes that’s Willoughby, right outside.” Same train featured in this episode of the Rat Patrol has an illustrious past. The Rat Patrol filmed on Lot 3 all the time. But those tracks cross town were surrounded by Western Streets, so move it to Lot 2. This studio is the ultimate Toy Chest.

Pictured here -1970 World Famous MGM Auction.

This set was once used in classic film- The Band Wagon. Little did Fred Astaire know then all the war that would take place in the years to come. This is the one set that looked bombed out in one show then extremely opulent in the next. Planet of the Apes took over this depot in 1974. Apes on horses with guns followed these same jeep tire tracks. Young Frankenstein followed Planet of the Apes as an example of destroyed then a couple months later all fancied up. as it was for Gene Wilder and Madeline Kahn.

In this shootout with these two jeeps, very tight maneuvering is needed. The drivers must avoid crashing. It is a tight squeeze at high speed.

If you have a good eye-the two rows of Pullmans have been rearranged for this scene allowing for more space. there is a 3ft. drop from platform to tracks. The jeeps are moving fast. There is a possibility that you can roll this jeep. This can happen if a wheel goes over the edge even slightly. You don’t need a train engine to jockey train cars-a tractor can move these along the tracks.

Two jeeps-high speed- 50 caliber’s blazing.

Still pictures lack the intensity taking place. This was before I trespassed, I was 7. But we heard this battle from outside the fence that surrounds two sides of this depot. We weren’t sure if it was Combat or Rat Patrol- until we saw the jeeps racing by.

The truck parked behind this train is a “rigging truck” used by MGM Transportation. The studio has several military vehicles in their fleet.

MGM Transportation can double up in military shows. This rigging truck on the left side of the frame is part of a fleet.

The Fleet-Two generator trucks, where power originates on sets, parked alongside a modified jeep with a camera boom. then a couple cast busses and rigging/property trucks. The trailer would be make-up.

A lot of train tracks merge here, I’m standing on the line that enters and exists the backlot. The train gate was my most used entrance over the decade. Mostly because it was the closest to my house.

Culver Blvd-Overland intersection. This train passed MGM twice a day, at least. The Backlot 2 is fenced off area lined with trees.

That Luger is no match for what’s coming…

Take Cover!!!

I love this show…

“Let’s get out of here” says Troy–Well-I’ve said that a few times myself!

“Let’s get out of here.”..Donnie Norden style. A National Guard unit that was fortified with a tank was located directly across the street to all these battles.

Looking into this set from a helicopter…

MGM maps indicate where train tracks exist on both backlots. Lot 2, on the left. Lot 3 to our right. The Harvey Girls and Willoughby’s yellow train normally was on Lot 3. But for this episode of the Rat Patrol-it makes like a guest star.

An American Flag replaces a Swastika…A salute to our flag raised above the backlot.

A short painful story of my own…

So I have been on top of this arch, at night, which is a difficult climb, no stairway. A brief ladder gets you up the final 5 feet. But most of the climb is foot holds, reaching upwards between two walls. I was in a B.B Gun Fight.

The Marines have landed…

My older friends were in the Marines. Based out of Camp Pendleton, I often gave tours to Recon Rangers. Some times small groups, and sometimes large. This village was their favorite part of the tour. On one particular night, I wanted to impress my soldiers friends. We had 6 guys-4 Marines and my neighbor Danny. Crosman pistols and Daisy Rifles were our standard weapons.

I wanted a vantage point that overlooked this village to be a sniper. I took cover behind that plaster ornament on the right hand side, pitch dark, a 5 minute climb. I had never been on top of this arch. I was proud of myself as I caught my breath. Little did I know, I was in their cross hairs. My gun was cocked already- because that process makes noise. As I stuck my head out to pick off whoever becomes a target.

Just as this happens, I get shot in the head twice...a second apart. The B.B’s hurt, my head would have been blown off with live ammo. Two shots, two bulls -eyes. I yelled ‘ouch” I was so startled. When you get hit, you’re out of the game. Unless you’re wounded like your hand or something minor. As I climbed back down, not having fired a shot-I asked-“How did you know I was up there?” “Easy your head was a silhouette against the sky.” I had a new respect for guys I already looked up to. Two shots – two direct hits, that is extremely fine marksmanship.

I have a helmet from Combat but chose not to wear it. It would have saved me had I had it on. Even better than filming days-MGM War Games was our funnest things to do. These stories are in my books. Live your Lunch pale everybody...”Semper Fi”

Written and Lived by-Donnie Norden

Universal City Sign

September 17, 2024 Phantom of the BacklotLeave a comment

In better days -1964. Tour Promo-Actually 3 car trams in pink and white days, you could never maneuver 25 cars around turns nor pull all that weight, especially up hills. You would need multiple Power units. Only the lead car “power unit” has an engine. Like a long freight train, you would need several engines…

The Phantom lurking around Universal City…

The highest natural vantage point in the mainly faces outwards over the San Fernando Valley.

The sign no longer shines here welcoming guests…

Future Roller Coaster Ride-Fast and Furious

A train trolley took you to Victoria Station located just below the wonderful sign.

The mountain that would bare fruit of Universal City sign for decades above North Hollywood. The next closet big sign on a hilltop is two mountains south of here called Hollywood

3 car Pink and White Glamour Trams…Group about to board after visiting with the Robert Wagner and Lucille Ball video tapes. Our Old Property Department has the Movie Billboards attached. This tram will embark through there next…All Aboard-Watch your arms and legs as the gates slam shut.

Night Gallery pictures our the next thing guests will see.

My favorite Writer, Producer ever… Rod Serling. My friends and I would watch Twilight Zone reruns at the sets they were filmed at. The actual real color sets would be framed by the Black and White images off my battered old T.V. That dynamic was eerily cool.

Nostalgia at it’s Best…K-Mart and a new Monster attraction at Universal. The Saving Place meets the Haunted Place!

Your welcome inside…

A King and a Knight headed to…Castle Dracula

Michael Jackson fits right in…Universal was a favorite place for him, for it’;s haunted private tours and a facility for two videos, including his very last ever.

The Universal Amphitheater…One of the absolute best concert venues ever in Los Angeles. Right up there with The Greek, The Ford, and the Hollywood Bowl. Picture left, the original roofless Amphitheater, Picture right, the curtain is closed! I have witnessed everyone from David Bowie, Elton John- to Pope John Paul II. The 67 year old Pontiff was greeted by 6,000 admiring fans, a welcome worthy of –A Rockstar

Mr Tony Melendez is the most moving of all performances ever performed in this venue…A side bar to this visit included the Pontiff inside a Glamour Tram. It was taken off lot and was driven through Hollywood, by his security detail. Just one car, the power unit. Things we will never see again…

“Keep your hands off“- A monument that on a clear day can be seen from the famous Hollywood roadways to beaches off in the distance

The studios and the populace in the valley only could see the Universal City sign, this sign projects the opposite direction, over Hollywood and to the movie studios on the west end of town. The Universal City sign and this Grand Master fit together like Peanut Butter and Jelly. Welcome to Hollywood -Ladies and Gentlemen!

Turn the channel -Please

A Bad Hollywood rerun at Universal Studios continues…as NBC Universal cuts out more of its heart and soul that was built by MCA Universal to transform what was glorious studio into a children’s theme park. New Soundstages and Roller Coasters are replacing all things iconic on this 467 acre lot. Everyone who has time spent at this studio is still adjusting to The Mario Brothers Ride replacing Stage 28, the iconic Phantom of the Opera Stage and the opulent Opera House inside.

Carl Laemmle is rolling in his grave once again, along side Lew Wasserman, Boris Karloff, Bella Lugosi. also. I can picture these owners and their monsters running amok like a curse of the has been unleashed, Dracula’s castle has also been removed to fit in this Fast and Furious Roller Coaster project.

Even Animal spirits from the Animal Actor Stage, which was located just behind this iconic sign, have their dander up. I have some great stories involving escaped animals on the backlot, stay tuned for those…From a famous Orangutan on the lose (twice), to famous show dogs that escaped from the upper lot to wonder through the backlot on a busy Friday night. Three well groomed K-9’s showing up on a New York film set as if looking for a part.

Animal Actors are part of the history here, but no longer. That too has been removed. I sure have stories involving stars who can’t sign autographs, but prefer to lick you.

Things we all loved that have been removed for this theme park redesign. Included, the World Famous Universal Amphitheater, Stage 28-better known as the Phantom of the Opera stage, and now this iconic sign that identified this hilltop and the wonders sitting below it.

North Hollywood and the 101 Freeway all looked at this simple gem, inviting you inside from beyond the backdoor. The next biggest sign from here is the Hollywood Sign, which formerly said Hollywoodland. That one’s safe since- NBC can’t touch it.

Rather than being the bearer of bad news– I wish to be the spirit liaison of what is and what use to be. No expansion was bigger here than City Walk and i’s theaters, restaurants, and shops, that sprung up in what was a huge parking lot for tours, before structures were utilized. The barn in the center of 6 Points is the top of seniority set and that’s because it is real and existed even prior to Carl Laemmle.

That wonderful structure is it’s own history lesson in both film and practicality. Horses can be stored inside and were often. Westerns are rarely made anymore, especially in town. Universal still has the most original acreage and still standing sets, thanks largely to A Most Popular Tram Ride. We all owe these super long people movers our respect for keeping this lot strapped with cash, or it would be condo city as GE was eyeing to do.

Written and lived by…Donnie Norden

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