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Often wrong, but sometimes right, John.

I remember this:


Can't run away from you, dear
I've tried so hard but I fear
You'll always follow me near and far
Just when I think that I'm set
Just when I've learned to forget
I close my eyes, dear, and there you are

You keep coming back like a song
A song that keeps saying, remember

The sweet used-to-be
That was once you and me
Keeps coming back like an old melody

The perfume of roses in May
Returns to my room in December

From out of the past where forgotten things belong
You keep coming back like a song

Irving Berlin knew how to write, no?

Irving Berlin, had his finger on life's pulse. My finger sometimes slips.

Arms that circle
Holding close
Lips that kiss
And melt the heart

Emotions landed
Warmth of fires
Burning love
That fills your head


I wonder who wrote that & for whom -----------------------

Oops, folks. Had a little trouble getting in to our wee studio. Back now.

Well, London. I don't know who wrote that, but it is a wonderful compression of expression. <smile>

Tis time too sleep, perchance too dream. Another day lies ahead

Psychotic Reaction
Count Five

[Atkinson-Byrne-Chaney-Ellner-Michalski]

I feel depressed, I feel so bad
'Cause you're the best girl that I ever had
I can't get your love, I can't get a fraction
Uh-oh, little girl, psychotic reaction
(shouted) And it feels like this!

----- Instrumental Interlude -----

I feel so lonely night and day
I can't get your love, I must stay away
I need you girl, by my side
Uh-oh, little girl, would you like to take a ride, now
I can't get your love, I can't get satisfaction
Uh-oh, little girl, psychotic reaction

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. The sun is barely emerging over the ocean and filtering through our blinds. The beginning of another day.

Ah, edgar, that's a rather gloomy song, Texas. Let's dilute it a bit, shall we?

Summertime

Words: DuBose Heyward and Ira Gershwin Music: George Gershwin
From the 1935 musical Porgy and Bess

Summertime, an' the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high
Oh, Yo daddy's rich an' yo' ma is good lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornin's, you goin' to rise up singin'
Then you'll spread yo' wings an' you'll take to the sky
But till that mornin', there's a nothin' can harm you
With daddy & mammy standin' by.

Hard to beat Gershwin, listeners.

George Gershwin, DuBose Heyward

My man's gone now
Ain't no use a listenin'
For his tired footsteps
Climbin' up the stairs

Old man sorrow's
Come to keep me company
Whisperin' beside me
When I say my prayers
When I say my prayers

He come around
He come up, he come around
Ain't that I mind workin'
Workin' means travelers
Journeyin' together
To the promised land

But old man sorrow
Mountin' all the way with me
Tell' me that I'm old now
Since I lose my man
Since I lose my man

Since I lose my man

he he

Well, well, listeners. I do believe that it's Gershwin day, and edgar is here to play. Love the antithesis, Texas.

Okay, let's follow that "old scratch", then.

» It Ain't Necessarily So

It ain't necessarily so
it ain't necessarily so
The tings that you're liable to read in the bible
It ain't necessarily so.
David was small but oh my
David was small but oh my.
He shot Goliath
who lay down and dieth.
David was small but oh my
David was small but oh my.
Jonah
he lived in a whale
Jonah
he lived in a whale.
He made his home in that fishes abdomen.
Jonah
he lived in a whale
Jonah
he lived in a whale.
Moses was found on a stream
Moses was found on a stream.
Floated on water old Pharaoh's daughter
Fished him she says from that stream.
It ain't necessarily so
it ain't necessarily so
They tell all your children
the devil
he's a villain
It ain't necessarily so
it ain't necessarily so.
It ain't necessarily so
it ain't necessarily so
Things that you're liable to read in that bible
It ain't necessarily so
it ain't necessarily
it ain't necessarily
It ain't necessarily
it ain't necessarily
it ain't necessarily
It ain't necessarily
it ain't necessarily so.

Maxfield Parrish
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Maxfield Parrish (July 25, 1870 - March 30, 1966) was an American painter and illustrator.

Born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he began drawing for his own amusement as a child. His given name was Frederick Parrish but he later adopted the maiden name of his maternal grandmother, Maxfield, as his middle name. He later adopted Maxfield as his professional name. His father was an engraver and landscape artist, and young Parrish's parents encouraged his talent. He attended Haverford College and the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts. He entered into an artistic career that lasted for more than half a century, and which helped shape the Golden Age of illustration and the future of American visual arts.

Launched by a commission to illustrate L. Frank Baum's Mother Goose in Prose in 1897, his repertoire included many prestigious projects including Eugene Field's Poems of Childhood (1904) (see illustration) and such traditional works as Arabian Nights (1909). Books illustrated by Parrish are highly sought-after collectors items.

He had numerous commissions from popular magazines in the 1910s and 1920s including Hearst's, Colliers, and Life. He was also a favorite of advertisers, including Wanamaker's, Edison-Mazda Lamps, Fisk Tires, Colgate and Oneida Cutlery. In the 1920s, Parrish turned away from illustration and concentrated on painting for its own sake. Androgynous nudes in fantastical settings were a recurring theme. He continued in this vein for several years, living comfortably off the royalties brought in by the production of posters and calendars featuring his works. An early favorite model was Kitty Owen in the 1920's. Later, another favorite, Susan Lewin posed for many works, and was employed in the Parrish household for many years. Parrish himself posed for many images that featured male figures - and occasionally female ones (see Potpourri, 1905).

In 1931, he declared to the Associated Press, "I'm done with girls on rocks", and opted instead to focus on landscapes. Though never as popular as his earlier works, he profited from them. He would often build models of the landscapes he wished to paint, using various lighting setups before deciding on a preferred view, which he would photograph as a basis for the painting (see for example, The Millpond). He lived near Cornish, New Hampshire and painted until he was 91 years old.


Technique and influence

A fantastical Parrish illustration titled Cadmus Sowing the Dragon's Teeth, which appeared in Collier's in 1908 and A Wonder Book and Tanglewood Tales, by Nathaniel Hawthorne.Parrish's art features dazzlingly luminous colors; the color Parrish blue was named in acknowledgement. He achieved the results by means of a technique involving several coats of oil and varnish applied alternately.

Parrish's work defies categorization since he was part of no traditional movement or school, and developed an original and individual style. However, his work has been highly influential. Among recent homages was the 1995 music video, You Are Not Alone, featuring Michael Jackson and his then wife Lisa Marie Presley, in which they appear semi-nude in emulation of Parrish's most famous work, Daybreak (1922).

The Irish musician Enya has also been inspired by the works of Parrish. For example, the cover art of her 1995 album, The Memory of Trees is based on his painting Black Isles [1]. She has also used his inspiration in a number of her music videos as well.

Walter Brennan
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Born 25 July 1894
Swampscott, Massachusetts, USA
Died 21 September 1974
Oxnard, California, USA

Walter Brennan (July 25, 1894 - September 21, 1974) was an American actor.

Brennan was born in Swampscott, Massachusetts to Irish emigrants, and studied engineering in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

He is considered by many to have been one of the finest character actors in motion picture history. While the roles Brennan played were extremely diverse, he is often remembered for his portrayals in movie Westerns. He was the first actor to win three Academy Awards. He remains the only person to have won three Academy Awards for Best Supporting Actor.

While in school, he became interested in acting, and began to perform in vaudeville. After serving in World War I (where, according to legend, his vocal cords were damaged by poison gas), he moved to Guatemala and raised pineapples, before settling in Los Angeles, California.

The first years of his career saw Brennan working as an extra, with the occasional bit part in addition to being a stunt man. In the early 1930s he began receiving more substantial roles as his talent was recognized. This culminated with his receiving the very first Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor in 1937 for his role in Come and Get It.

Throughout his career, Brennan was frequently called upon to play characters considerably older than he was in real life. He was particularly skilled in playing the hero's sidekick or as the "grumpy old man" in a picture.

In the 1950s, he starred in the television series The Real McCoys, and appeared in several other movies and television programs, usually as an eccentric "old-timer" or "prospector". He also made a few recordings, the most popular being "Old Rivers" in 1962.

In 1967, he starred in the television series The Guns of Will Sonnett, where he played a father in search of his gunfighter son, James, with his grandson, Jeff, played by Dack Rambo.

Brennan was politically conservative, and supported American Independent Party candidate (and former governor of Alabama) George Wallace over Republican Party candidate (and, at the time, former Vice President) Richard Nixon during the 1968 Presidential campaign because he felt Nixon was too liberal.

For his contribution to the television industry, Walter Brennan has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6501 Hollywood Blvd. In 1970, he was inducted into the Western Performers Hall of Fame at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.

On his death from emphysema, aged 80, on September 21, 1974 in Oxnard, California, Walter Brennan was interred in San Fernando Mission Cemetery in Los Angeles, California. Brennan's wife, Ruth, who lived to be 100, is buried next to him. She died in 1997.

Estelle Getty
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Estelle Getty (born Estelle Scher on July 25, 1923 in New York City) is an Emmy and Golden Globe Award winning actress, whose most important beginning role was playing Harvey Fierstein's mother on Broadway in the play Torch Song Trilogy; however, she is best known for her role as Sophia Petrillo on the popular 1980s sitcom, The Golden Girls. In it, she played the wise-cracking old Sicilian mother of Dorothy Zbornak, who was the show's main protagonist, played by Bea Arthur. Getty was actually two months younger than Bea Arthur and was heavily made-up to look significantly older.

She married Arthur Gettleman (from whose name she adopted her stage name) in 1946, and he died in 2004. She has two grown sons: Carl Gettleman who lives in California and Barry Gettleman who lives in Florida.

In 2000, she stopped making public appearances after she revealed that she had Parkinson's Disease and osteoporosis. In 2002, it was revealed to the media that she is also suffering from Alzheimer's Disease. It was later found that she actually had Lewy Body Dementia, and both the Parkinson's and Alzheimer's diagnoses were incorrect. She lives in Los Angeles, California.

Barbara Harris
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Barbara Harris (born July 25, 1935) is an Academy Award-nominated American actress.

Biography

Early life

Harris was born in Evanston, Illinois, the daughter of Oscar Harris, an arborist who later became a businessman, and Natalie Densmoor, an accomplished pianist. When she was a teenager, Harris began her career on the stage at the Playwrights Theatre in Chicago, Illinois. She was also a member of The Compass Players, the first ongoing improvisational theatre troupe in the USA, directed by Paul Sills, her then-husband.

Career

Harris is generally acknowledged to be one of the pioneering women in the field of improvisational theatre, along with Elaine May. Scenes that Harris created with Alan Arkin, Severn Darden, Paul Sand, and other celebrated members of the Compass and Second City companies are studied as masterpieces of the form.

Harris' Broadway debut was in the production From the Second City (1961). She received a nomination for the 1962 Tony Award for Best Featured Actress in a Musical for From the Second City.

She won the Theatre World Award for Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mama's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feeling So Sad. She received a nomination for the 1966 Tony for Best Actress in a Musical for On a Clear Day You Can See Forever (1965), and won the 1967 Tony for Best Actress in a Musical for The Apple Tree (1966).

Her motion picture debut was in the role of Sandra Markowitz in A Thousand Clowns (1965) opposite Jason Robards at United Artists. Other major movie roles include Muriel Tate in Plaza Suite (1971); Allison Densmore in Who Is Harry Kellerman and Why Is He Saying Those Terrible Things About Me? (1971); Albuquerque in Nashville (1975); Blanche Tyler in Hitchcock's Family Plot (1976); Ellen Andrews in Disney's Freaky Friday (1976); Trixie Lane in Movie Movie (1978); Evelyn Kelcher in Peggy Sue Got Married (1986); and Fanny Eubanks in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (1988).

Harris received a nomination for the Academy Award for Best Actress in a Supporting Role for Who Is Harry Kellerman and Why Is He Saying Those Terrible Things About Me? She received Golden Globe nominations for Best Motion Picture Actress - Musical/Comedy for A Thousand Clowns; Best Supporting Actress - Motion Picture for Nashville; Best Motion Picture Actress - Musical/Comedy for Family Plot; and Best Motion Picture Actress - Musical/Comedy for Freaky Friday.

Harris currently teaches and directs.

Short and Funny







I dialed a number and got the following recording:

"I am not available right now, but thank you for caring enough to call. I am making some changes in my life. Please leave a message after the beep. If I do not return your call, you are one of the changes."


~~~~~


At pilots training back in the Air Corps they taught us,

"Always try to keep the number of landings you make

equal to the number of take offs you make."


~~~~~


Little Tommy had been to a birthday party at a friend's house. Knowing his sweet tooth, Tommy's mother looked straight into his eyes and said,

"I hope you didn't ask for a second piece of cake."

"No, but I asked Mrs. Smith for the recipe so you could make some like it, and she gave me two more pieces without asking."




~~~~~


My wife and I had words,

but I didn't get to use mine.


~~~~~


As my five year old son and I were headed to McDonald's one day, we passed a car accident. Usually when we see something terrible like that, we say a prayer for those who might be hurt, so I pointed and said to my son,

"We should pray."

From the back seat I heard his earnest request:

"Please, God, don't let those cars block the entrance to McDonald's."


~~~~~


Frustration is trying to find your glasses without your glasses.


~~~~~





The irony of life is that, by the time you're old enough to know your way around,

you're not going anywhere.


~~~~~


God made man before woman so as to give him time to think

of an answer for her first question.


~~~~~


I was always taught to respect my elders,

but it keeps getting harder to find one.

Well, listeners, our hawkman is through with his bio's. As has often been said, "brevity is the sole of wit." Thanks for the short ones, Bob.

Before we comment on Boston Bob's celebs, we'll wait for our Raggedy to make an appearance with the faces of reality.

Have to love this one, however:


I dialed a number and got the following recording:

"I am not available right now, but thank you for caring enough to call. I am making some changes in my life. Please leave a message after the beep. If I do not return your call, you are one of the changes."

Mirror mirror on the wall,

who's that in the mirror, who are they & where do they come from

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/5211446.stm

What is like to look at your children or husband and not recognise them, or, come to that, your own face? One woman is fighting to overcome the disturbing effects of a mystery virus that struck entirely without warning.

When Claire looks into the eyes of her children, it is a moment of profound confusion.

The 45-year-old mother of four suffers from prosopagnosia, sometimes known as face blindness. She cannot recognise the faces of her children, her husband or even herself, after a virus struck little more than two years ago, causing inflammation in her brain and permanently harming the temporal lobe.

cont--------------------------------------

Welcome back, John. What a sad but enlightening news article. Thanks, Brit.

I have never heard of "face blindness." What a tragic thing to happen to a family.

Incidentally, are you familiar with Dover Castle? I caught just a few minutes of a TV program concerning it and its ghosts:

Hi Letty ---------- Dover Castle has been very important for UK defences
It's got a long history.
Dover is a nice town & is where ferries come in from France


http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/server/show/ConProperty.182


http://www.touruk.co.uk/castles/castle_Dover.htm


more later

Amazing history, John. Thank you. Well, folks, we might as well match the history and pictures with the proper song:

(There'll Be Bluebirds Over) The White Cliffs Of Dover

Words: Nat Burton Music: Walter Kent

There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow, just you wait and see
There'll be love and laughter and peace ever after
Tomorrow when the world is free

The shepherd will tend his sheep
The valley will bloom again
And Jimmy will go to sleep
In his own little room again

There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow, just you wait and see.

as sung by Vera Lynn & lifting hearts, spirit & beer glasses thru out WW2

Exactly, John. Walter is the one who put me on to Vera Lynn.

Well, listeners, we have done castles and music and such, how about a funny about the birds and the bees:

Sent to me by bermbits

Two bees met in a field. One said to the other, "How are things going?"
"Really bad," said the second bee. "The weather has been cold, wet, and damp, and there aren't any flowers, so I can't make honey."


"No problem," said the first bee. "Just fly down five blocks and turn left. Keep going until you see all the cars. There's a Bar Mitzvah going on and there are all kinds of fresh flowers and
fresh fruit."


"Thanks for the tip," said the second bee, and flew away.


A few hours later the two bees ran into each other again. The first bee asked, "How'd it go?"
"Great!" said the second bee. "It was everything you said it would be. There was plenty of fruit and, oh, such huge floral arrangements on every table."


"Uh, what's that thing on your head?" asked the first bee.


"That's my yarmulke," said the second bee. "I didn't want them to think I was a wasp!"