(Note: We are happy to bring another guest post from the pseudonymous Historian and Professor Mortis, a dead film resuscitator, conversational flaneur, and all-around master of media. Enjoy. And pray he writes again!)
I grew up in a house full of James Bond fans. My older brother was the most fanatical, but we would go as a family to see the new ones in the theater, and we watched them together when they aired on TV. Before I saw the films, I heard all the theme songs. How? My brother owned an LP of Bond themes. A cherished childhood memory is dancing along to From Russia with Love in my parents living room, misinterpreting the lyrics as “the masher with love” (imaging a henchman with a potato masher instead of a hand, like Jaws had steel teeth). I still love Bond movies, and I still love their theme songs, and their covers. That’s right, covers (and you believed TheElderJ when he said that I hate covers, didn’t you?).