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I have 3 DVD's in this series, and toddler tunes is my favorite. My 12 month old loves to watch and dance along. I like him watching real kids do kid stuff instead of cartoon figures. The songs have great messages and are the ones I grew up with. (I am learning a lot of 2nd and 3rd verses that I didn't know existed.) A must have for anyone with kids.

This is a great video!! -although I was disappointed with the sound quality. It was great to hear from Chris and his family and friends. I'd love to see a more current video made because although this is great, he has matured as a singer and performer over the last 10 years. His more recent performances are much more energized.

buy this movie its bad .if you don't buy or watch this movie you uck big time.

Cky round 1 is better than round 2.... at least i think so. This DVD is a must have... great skits, stunts, and the best Brandon... dont buy the trilogy. i did and it was a mistake, cky2k and 3 are remixed together just but them seperatly except round 1 which is the best CKY is 10x better than jackass, big brother, and Steve-O's dont try this at home

I first saw Death Bed: The Bed That Eats in 1988: a friend had discovered it whilst browsing at a cheap video sale and decided to spring the film on me. I was smitten by its weird aura right there and then, and mystified too. Who on Earth made it? What was the director playing at? How did such a movie get made? Death Bed, with its cheesy cover and 'you're kidding me' title, was devoid of any credits, save for the words "(c) George Barry 1977." The mystery of Death Bed's origins was intensified as the film gathered momentum, from creepy comedy to poetic folk-tale to surreal horror: its mood ricocheted between registers in a way that defied categorisation, either as mind-warped outsider art, insane student project, or exploitation film gone awry. There was a streak of comedy, but the film wasn't just a cheap laugh: instead there was a loose, wayward dreaminess which gave Death Bed an impact all its own. I remember thinking 'I must find out who made this!'. But no-one knew anything about Death Bed: the video label had disappeared, the name 'George Barry' was anonymous enough to belong to a hundred thousand Americans. And so the trail went cold...
In 2002 I began work on a book about maverick American directors and my desire to find out more about Death Bed was re-ignited. Through the auspices of film researcher Marc Morris and a British web-site, Lightsfade, I finally had the chance to talk to George Barry and hear the full Death Bed story...

George Barry was born in 1949 and raised in Royal Oak, Michigan, a suburb of Detroit where he still lives today. He began making films whilst studying at University, and in 1972 - after working on a few b/w 16mm shorts - he decided to go for broke with a colour 16mm feature film to be blown up for theatrical release. Using $10,000 of his own money he began filming Death Bed, a project that would eventually span five years and cost around $30,000. Barry decided to weave a story around a dream he'd had - about an engulfing, possibly carnivorous bed...
With cameraman Robert Fresco, he headed for the Gar Wood Mansion outside Detroit, commencing the shoot in late Spring 1972. The core of the movie was then filmed over three weeks in the spring and summer. Assembled during 1976 by experienced Detroit TV editor Ron Medico, Death Bed's 16mm answer print was finally struck in '77.
Unfortunately, Barry's problems were only just beginning. Over the next few years he travelled to L.A. and New York several times, making the rounds of the small distributors. But with slasher films on the rise, Death Bed was always going to be a hard sell. Those who did show interest were put off by the blow-up costs, or were offering virtually no return.
The next convolution in the Death Bed saga would lead to the film at last reaching a few devoted fans: although it all came as a great surprise to Barry himself. In the early 1980s he'd sent the answer print, which was still without credits at the time, to a small LA company interested in obtaining video rights. He was offered $1000 for a finished video master. But Barry was chronically short of cash and unable to shoot the missing credits. Time passed, and the answer print was eventually returned.
What he didn't know was that the 'interested party' had unscrupulously pirated a copy of Death Bed before sending it back. It was this version that snuck out onto tape in Great Britain in the late-1980s, on the supremely obscure 'Portland' label.
Those who did notice it were tuned not to the noisy gore frequencies of the nasties but to a stranger, more elusive bandwidth. Death Bed is not a gorehound movie - viewers are required to spin their mental wireless to the space between stations, where the shipping forecasts, foreign signals and dream-voices live.
Eventually, In 2002, Daniel Craddock of the British website Lightsfade published an on-line review of the film, which at last alerted its director to the existence of the pirated version.

"Death Bed came from a dream and, to begin with, I wrote the story as more a fairy tale than a horror film. We shot the story as possibly more horror film than fairy tale, then in the editing process Death Bed tried to return to its fairy tale origins."

The best movies leave something elusive behind, a lingering impression that drifts through the mind like Haven Gillespie's "haunting refrain": a special something that seems to dance out of reach when you try and look directly. There are skilled directors whose work, for all its craft, will never possess this quality, which is a dream quality and far from common. And there are films built on such uncommon lines that they're steeped in this strange pleasure even when their conventional limitations are readily obvious. It's in this way that a cheaply produced film, made at the very fringes of the industry, can stay with you after a major production has hurried faceless out of your memory.
The lines crossed by Death Bed are an index of its quality. Set in the twilight between genres - between comedy and horror, art and artless, mundane and insane - it draws on energies lost to more sensible films.
"People not only forget their dreams, they often forget about their dreams. They forget about the process of dreaming.", says Barry. If this is true, how great it is to see this DVD release, a dream thought lost and forgotten, now magically recalled in miraculous detail. Here's to the unique and lingering spell of Death Bed!

Stephen Thrower (this is a condensed extract from my forthcoming book Nightmare, USA, in preparation from FAB Press).

Diego is the best latin singer of all times.... I LOVE HIIIMMMM!! He is the BEST!!!!!

I bought this disc last year in Europe. This is the Best you can get from the Disco Era! Before videos where made, you made the tours of the various TV stations around the world. This disc is from an old TV show from West Germany "Musik Laden". Reason why I bought it was for Kelly Marie. A real treasure to see! The reason this was not 10 stars was the fact that the end of all the tracks are always cut short:). Mostly I believe since the host came out and spoke. All are preformances with the exception of Lipp's Inc.(video)Tracks:1: Village People, YMCA 2: Kelly Marie, Feels Like I'm In Love 3: Lips Inc., Funkytown 4: Odyssey, Use it up 5: James Brown, Rapp Payback 6:Donna Summer, She Works Hard For The Money 7:Baccara, Yes Sir, I Can Dance 8:Alicia Bridges, I love The Nightlife 9: Chic, Le Freak 10:Sugarhill Gang, Rapper's Delight 11:The Gap Band, Burn Rubber On Me 12: Imagination, Changes 13: Billy Ocean, Love Really Hurts W/O You 14: Kool & The Gang, Celebration 15: Sister Sledge, All American Girls 16: Gibson Brothers, Mariana 17: The Jacksons, Blame It On The Boogie 18: Evelyn Thomas, High Energy 19: The Four Tops, Don't Walk Away 20: Bony M, Daddy Cool 21: Odyssey, Going Back To My Roots. All are treasures! The sound and video quality are A+++ Well worth the money if you like and miss the disco sound.

This is an excellent and intriguing film! A fantstic thriller that is extremely enjoyable!!!

Muggs and the gang are arrested for opening up a fire hydrant on a blistering summer day.Their friend Knuckles gets them off the hook by promising to take the gang to a summer camp in the upper Adirondacks to keep them out of mischief.On their trip they meet a judge and his entourage who are having car trouble.Knuckles offer the judge and his group a ride and when they arrive to the judges mansion and then their car fails with the judge reluctantly offering the gang to stay there.The judges mansion is dark,creepy with a graveyard out in front and an eerie housekeeper inside.The boys can detect trouble and when the judge is murdered and it's up to boys to solve the mystery.Great East Side Kids Classic!!

It seems every time you watch a television commercial or a movie trailer these days, Edgar Winter's rock classics Frankenstein and Free Ride leave nostalgic baby boomers humming, but what has the eclectic rock seventies star been up to in the last 30 years? If you haven't been keeping up with his musical career, you will be pleasantly surprised by Edgar's new DVD, Live at the Galaxy.

Like a classic white burgundy, Edgar Winter has aged well. Dressed in black with a matching flowing cape, he makes his entrance smiling from ear to ear, accompanied by three GenX-ers (more about that later).

"Is everyone ready to rock and roll?" It is decisively apparent that Edgar means business with the opening tune, Keep Playing That Rock'n'Roll, a biographical song from his first album Entrance, which is still relevant today.

Edgar winds his way through Turn on Your Love Light, a spirited R&B number from his hard working White Trash days, to the familiar Free Ride and the sexy Texas, from his latest Winter Blues album. Edgar shows his softer side with Fly Away, a near-symphonic orchestration that mixes classic and gospel piano and expressive vocals.

Next up is the humorous New Orleans, from Winter Blues, that includes a Dr. John impersonation, followed by a full-blown Mardi Gras parade.

Next up is the monster, Frankenstein, which captures the band's unique and diverse skills. Having a #1 hit song that is part jam session is a blessing for Edgar Winter, allowing him to create a fresh and updated arrangement of this rock classic. Edgar closes with Tobacco Road, and fondly reminds the audience how much he loves and respects his older brother, Johnny.

The surprise on this DVD is his accompanying trio, Doug Rappaport on guitar, Mark Meadows on bass, and Chris Frazier on drums. They showcase their cocky talents with three powerhouse solos, which seem to outdo each other. But Edgar Winter is the teacher of this class, challenging each student to mimic his vocal gymnastics with their instrument.

Edgar Winter's Live At The Galaxy is wonderfully mixed in Dolby 5.1, so crank up the surround sound. Also included is a 30 minute Documentary, "The Man & His Music".