WA2K Radio is now on the air

Ah, edgar, thanks, Texas. We may not have our Oriental friends on WA2K, but we can certainly play their music:


CHI-NA-TOWN, MY CHI-NA-TOWN
WHERE THE LIGHTS ARE LOW,
HEARTS THAT KNOW NO OTH-ER LAND,
DRIFT-ING TO AND FRO.
DREAM-Y DREAM-Y CHI-NA-TOWN,
AL-MOND EYES OF BROWN,
HEARTS SEEMS LIGHT AND LIFE SEEMS BRIGHT,
IN DREAM-Y CHI-NA-TOWN

What would you do if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

What do I do when my love is away
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day,
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.

Would you believe in a love at first sight
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I can't tell you but I know it's mine,

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
with a little help from my friends.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Hey, dys. Those "friends" might just have made the fab four sing slightly out of tune. <smile>

How about a little samba then:

(A.C. Jobim, N. Mendonca)
[Recorded Febrary 11, 1969, Hollywod]

This is just a little samba, built upon a single note
Other notes are sure to follow but the root is still that
note
Now this new note is the consequence of the one we've just been
through
As I'm bound to be the unavoidable consequence of you
There's so many people who can talk and talk and talk
And just say nothing or nearly nothing
I have used up all the scale I know and at the end I've come
To nothing I mean nothing
So I come back to my first note as I must come back to you
I will pour into that one note all the love I feel for you
Any one who wants the whole show show do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ci-do
He will find himself with no show better play the note you know

Good morning WA2K.

Remember this little guy? He'll be 72 years old today. (not the fawn, the boy)

ah, Raggedy, hard to believe that kid is seventy two. I remember Marjorie Kennan Rawlings better. Thanks for a jolt to my synapses, gal. I don't know, though. If Cheetah can outlive all the Tarzan bunch, that fawn could do the same.

Here's a fawn of a different type, folks:


The Faun

Those nymphs, I want to capture them.

So clear

Their light incarnation, that it floats in air,

Drowsing in leafy slumber.

Was it a dream

I loved? The shapes of ancient night that seem

Vague end, alas, in branches, and I see

That I, and I alone, am offering me

In triumph the perfect frailty of roses.

Consider ...

whether your talk of women is

Inspired, faun, by your fabled senses.

In the cold, blue eyes of the chaster one

Like a tearful fountain, the illusion

Escapes, but then the other, when a breeze,

Warms you, is she sighing on your fleece?

But no] In this torpid swooning state

Of morning almost stifled by the heat,

My flute is the only water with its stops,

Too bad, folks, that The Afternoon of a Fawn has no lyrics.

This is only a test. Should there have been a real emergency, you would have been notified.

Hmmm, folks. I don't believe the preview feature is working; however, the picture was to be a place in New Zealand, land of this song:

Now is the hour,
When we must say goodbye.
Soon you'll be sailing,
Far across the sea.
While you're away,
Oh, please remember me.
When you return,
You'll find me waiting here.

Good afternoon. Sorry I'm late…

If I Could Turn Back Time
CHER LYRICS


If I could turn back time
If I could find a way I'd take back those words that hurt you and you'd stay

I don't know why I did the things I did I don't know why I said the things I said
Pride's like a knife it can cut deep inside
Words are like weapons they wound sometimes.

I didn't really mean to hurt you I didn't wanna see you go I know I made you cry, but baby

[Chorus:]
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that hurt you
And you'd stay
If I could reach the stars
I'd give them all to you
Then you'd love me, love me
Like you used to do

If I could turn back time

My world was shattered I was torn apart
Like someone took a knife and drove it deep in my heart
You walked out that door I swore that I didn't care
But I lost everything darling then and there

Too strong to tell you I was sorry
Too proud to tell you I was wrong
I know that I was blind, and ooh...

[Chorus]

Ooohh

If I could turn back time
If I could turn back time
If I could turn back time
ooh baby

I didn't really mean to hurt you
I didn't want to see you go
I know I made you cry
Ooohh

[Chorus #2]
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that hurt you
If I could reach the stars
I'd give them all to you
Then you'd love me, love me
Like you used to do

If I could turn back time (turn back time)
If I could find a way (find a way)
Then baby, maybe, maybe
You'd stay

[to fade]
Reach the stars
If I could reach the stars

Well, Try. We don't mind your being late just as long as you arrive.<smile>

Ah, I would like to play "Time in a Bottle", but this one seems to follow the theme as well:

the Hands of Time Lyrics

Artist: Lyrics
Song: (Love Will) Turn Back the Hands of Time Lyrics
Music & Lyrics: Louis St. Louis
Vocal: Maxwell Caulfield, Michelle Pfeiffer

Stephanie:
No more midnight rides with you
No more secret rendezvous.
I'm gonna miss all the things we'll never do.
I just can't believe you left me here alone,
How in this world can I make it on my own?

Michael:
Remember, I love you, I won't be far away.
Baby, close your eyes and think of yesterday,
And we'll be there together.
Love will turn back the hands of time.
Whoa oh, turn back
Whoa oh, turn back the hands of time.

Stephanie:
Whoa oh
Baby, don't you know it's hard to let you go?
Michael:
Save all your dreams and keep me in your heart.
Stephanie:
It hurts to say goodbye, no matter how I try.
Michael:
Love will survive even though we have to part.

Michael (spoken):
Stephanie, please don't cry.
Stephanie (spoken):
Oh, it all seems so unfair. Just when I found you I lost you.
Michael (spoken):
That doesn't matter now.
The only thing that matters is the time we had together.
Stephanie (spoken):
But, I don't even know your name!
Michael (spoken):
The only thing you have to know is that I love you.
And you're the only one who can keep our love alive!
So Stephanie, don't forget me!
Stephanie (spoken):
I promise.

Michael:
Remember, I love you, you won't be far away.
Stephanie:
I just close my eyes and bring back yesterday.

And we'll be there together.
Love will turn back the hands of time.
Whoa oh, turn back
Whoa oh, turn back the hands of time.
We'll turn back,
Whoa oh, turn back
Whoa oh, turn back the hands of time.
We'll turn back,
Whoa oh, turn back
Whoa oh, turn back the hands of time.
We'll turn back!

I don't know the true history of this song, but have always felt that it was written about Bob Dylan.


He's a Keeper of the Fire
Buffy Sainte-Marie

He's as heavy as a lead weight baby
He's as skinny as a wire
He's a prophet of a new day baby
He's a keeper of the fire

He's got a funny kind of voodoo baby
You oughtta see him at the zoo
He's got a heavy kind of hoodoo baby
And he can lay it on you

He can say it like an angel baby
He can say it like a brute
He can see your seven devils baby
And he doesn't even give a hoot

Been honed like a razor baby
He's been tested in the blood
He's a walker on the hot coals baby
And he's heavenly bound

I saw him walking in the valley baby
I could see him through the trees
I saw him talking to the moon there baby
He was walking on his knees

He can play it like a rainbow baby
He can play it like a clown
He can play it like a river oh baby
And he can follow you down

He's as heavy as a lead weight baby
He's as skinny as a wire
He's a prophet of a new day baby
He's a keeper of the fire

Ernest Tubb
Walking the Floor Over You


You left me and you went away
You said, that you'd be back in just a day
You've broken your promise
And you've left me here alone
I don't know why you did, dear
But I do know that you're gone

I'm walking the floor over you
I can't sleep a wink that is true
I'm hoping and I'm praying
As my heart breaks right in two
Walking the floor over you

Now, darling, you know I love you well
Love you more than I can ever tell
I thought that you loved me and always would be mine
But you went and left me here with troubles on my mind

I'm walking the floor over you
I can't sleep a wink that is true
I'm hoping and I'm praying
As my heart breaks right in two
Walking the floor over you

Now someday you may be lonesome too
Walking the floor is good for you
Just keep right on walkin
And it won't hurt you to cry
Remember that I love you and I will the day I die

I'm walking the floor over you
I can't sleep a wink that is true
I'm hoping and I'm praying
As my heart breaks right in two
Walking the floor over you

I Shall Be Released
Bob Dylan

They say ev'rything can be replaced,
Yet ev'ry distance is not near.
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

They say ev'ry man needs protection,
They say ev'ry man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

Standing next to me in this lonely crowd,
Is a man who swears he's not to blame.
All day long I hear him shout so loud,
Crying out that he was framed.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

Name

And even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Get lost or thrown away

And now we're grown up orphans
That never knew their names
We don't belong to no one
That's a shame
But if you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won't tell no one your name

And I won't tell em your name

Scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there
Did you get to be a star
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are

You grew up way too fast
And now there's nothing to believe
And reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell em your name

I think about you all the time
But I don't need the same
It's lonely where you are come back down
And I won't tell em your name


Goo Goo Dolls

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. The sun is just beginning to creep "over me window sill." I used that phrase because it's tea time for me this morning.

My, my. Our edgar has more new Buffy songs for us. Thanks, Texas. How did Ernest make it in there?<smile>.When you feel like it, you must tell us about your project with Buffy and Bob.

Hey, Rex. Goo Goo dolls are always welcome on our little radio. That truly is an unusual song, Maine. Thanks.

Speaking of Bob, I do hope our hawkman makes it today.

Good morning WA2K.

Remembering today:

Al Capp and



I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it and stick your head out and yell, "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!" ... (Peter Finch - Network)

HEY, Raggedy. Wow! Al Capp and Daisy and Abner. Thanks again, PA. I recall dear Peter as well, and I would LOVE to open my window and yell those very words; however, this song will have to do:

The Hills of Hey

Come listen all you jolly folk, a tale I will produce,
About a land that never was, straight out of Mother Goose,
Charles Lamb says it was China, but he'd never left the Strand,
The only land of fools there is is Never Never Land,
And I'll never go there, cause I don't care
To cross the Hills of Hey.

A little west of Dogpatch, across the Hills of Hey,
There lived a brace of foolish folk, however they got that way,
They do as well as others do, and that's the best they know,
In the house they keep their pigs and sheep when the stormy north winds blow,
And I'll never go there, cause I don't care
To cross the Hills of Hey.

They knew no thing of cooking, so they ate their vittles raw,
Tho the off side of a bucking calf is kind of hard to chaw,
But that's they way they did it, or so I heard folks say
In the land of Honky Konky O', across the Hills of Hey,
And I'll never go there, cause I don't care
To cross the Hills of Hey.

One day a farmer's house burned down, and that was very sad.
It burned his cots, his pans and pots, and everything he had,
His pig was burned to a frizzle and in the coals he lay,
In the land of Honky Konky O', across the Hills of Hey,
And I'll never go there, cause I don't care
To cross the Hills of Hey.

His little son named Somewhat, he poked among the ruins,
And his ma said, "You keep out of that or I'll spank your pantaloons."
"But Ma, this pig tastes very good!" they heard the laddie say,
In the land of Honky Konky O', across the Hills of Hey,
And I'll never go there, cause I don't care
To cross the Hills of Hey.

You'll see the fires burning above each little town,
Cause whenever they want to roast a pig, they burn the farmhouse down,
And they keep on building houses, cause they burn a house a day
In the land of Honky Konky O', across the Hills of Hey,
And I'll never go there, cause I don't care
To cross the Hills of Hey.

There's plenty of ways to roast a pig, but none come any higher,
There's better ways to run the world than by setting it all on fire,
We'll roast our pig in the oven, lads, and those that holler "Nay!"
Can go to Honky Konky O', across the Hills of Hey,
And I'll never go there, cause I don't care
To cross the Hills of Hey.

Malvina Reynolds

Good morning, you are clever she said to make a Swiss roll. I said, I can also make a kitchen sink and a tap dance, but…

You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet
Bachman-Turner Overdrive Lyrics

I met a devil woman
She took my heart away
She said, I've had it comin' to me
But I wanted it that way
I think that any love is good lovin'
So I took what I could get, mmh
Oooh, oooh she looked at me with big brown eyes

And said,
You ain't seen nothin' yet
B-b-b-baby, you just ain't seen n-n-nothin' yet
Here's something that you never gonna forget
B-b-b-baby, you just ain't seen n-n-nothin' yet

"Nothin' yet
You ain't been around
That's what they told me"

And now I'm feelin' better
'Cause I found out for sure
She took me to her doctor
And he told me of a cure
He said that any love is good love
So I took what I could get
Yes, I took what I could get
And then she looked at me with them big brown eyes

And said,
You ain't seen nothin' yet
B-b-b-baby, you just ain't seen n-n-nothin' yet
Here's something, here's something your never gonna forget
baby, you know, you know, you know you just ain't seen nothin' yet

"You need educatin'
You got to got to school"

Any love is good lovin'
So I took what I could get
Yes, I took what I could get
And then, and then, and then
She looked at me with them big brown eyes

And said,
You ain't seen nothin' yet
Baby, you just ain't seen n-n-nothin' yet
Here's something, here's something
Here's something that your never gonna forget, baby
Baby, baby, baby you ain't seen n-n-nothin' yet
You ain't been around
You ain't seen nothin' yet
That's what she told me
She said, "I needed educatin', go to school"
I know I ain't seen nothin' yet
I know I ain't seen nothin' yet

Well, Try, I love your pun fun, buddy, and you ain't seen nothing yet, cause here is a rather solemn poem from a man in Coral Gables, Florida who is searching along Biscayne Bay:

SOUL SEARCH

in the center of my soul there is a place
a place that seeks to find control
of part of space that i call home
not all of it
don't think i need to run the details of the life around me
i know we micro manage to our detriment
trying to exercise our tiny powers
in some effective fashion
fiddling with the smallest things
to fool ourselves into belief
that tinkering transitions time
and poking fires controls them
instead of accepting the truth:
the sparks we raise only hasten the end of the fire
moving its warmth and light closer to being extinguished
it is so hard to know the right places with which to tinker
it takes such wisdom to know the places not to poke
perhaps if i just look within my soul
i might find both the answer and the question

Van D. Olmstead, Jr

Al Capp
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Al Capp (September 28, 1909 - November 5, 1979) was an American cartoonist best known for the satiric comic strip, Li'l Abner. He also wrote the comic strips Abbie and Slats and Long Sam. He won the 1947 National Cartoonist Society Reuben Award for the comic strip Li'l Abner, and their 1979 Elzie Segar Award posthumously.

Early life

Born Alfred Gerald Caplin of Jewish heritage, Capp was the eldest child of Otto and Tillie Caplin, and a native of New Haven, Connecticut. He lost his right leg in a trolley accident at the age of nine.

Capp spent five years at Bridgeport High School in Bridgeport, Connecticut without receiving a diploma. The cartoonist liked to tell how he failed geometry for nine straight terms.[1]

Ten years later, A. G. Caplin went to New York and found work drawing Mister Gilfeather, a one-panel, AP-owned property. He did this long enough to hate the feature and meet Milton Caniff before leaving town abruptly, moving to Boston and marrying Catherine Wingate Cameron (whom he had met earlier).

Leaving his new wife with her parents in Amesbury, Massachusetts, he subsequently returned to New York. There he met Ham Fisher, who hired him to help on Joe Palooka.

During one of Fisher's extended vacations, Capp's Joe Palooka story arc featured a stupid, strong hillbilly named Big Leviticus, a prototype for Li'l Abner. And, during this period, Capp was also working on samples for the strip that would become Li'l Abner.

Leaving Joe Palooka, Capp sold Li'l Abner to the United Features Syndicate and the feature was launched on Monday August 13, 1934.

Li'l Abner

The comic strip starred Li'l Abner Yokum, the lazy, dumb, but good-natured and strong hillbilly who lived in Dogpatch with Mammy and Pappy Yokum. Whatever energy he had went into evading the marital goals of Daisy Mae, his well-endowed girlfriend, until Capp finally gave in to reader pressure and allowed the couple to marry. This was such big news that the happy couple made the cover of Life magazine.

Abner's home town of Dogpatch was peopled with an assortment of memorable characters, including Marryin' Sam, Wolf Gal, Lena the Hyena, Indian Lonesome Polecat, and a host of others, notably the beautiful, full-figured women Stupefyin' Jones and Moonbeam McSwine. Perhaps Capp's most popular creations were the Shmoo, creatures whose incredible usefulness and generous nature made them a threat to civilization as we know it. Another famous character was Joe Btfsplk, who wanted to be a loving friend but was "the world's worst jinx", bringing bad luck to all those nearby. Btfsplk always had a small dark cloud over his head.

Li'l Abner also featured a comic-strip within the comic-strip Fearless Fosdick (a parody of Dick Tracy).

The Dogpatch residents regularly combatted the likes of city slickers, business tycoons, government officials and intellectuals with their homespun wisdom and ingenuity. Situations often took the characters to other parts of the globe, including New York City, tropical islands, and a miserable frozen land of Capp's invention, "Lower Slobbovia."

At its peak, Li'l Abner was read daily by 70 million Americans (when the US population was only 180 million). Many communities staged "Sadie Hawkins Day" events, after a similar annual event in the strip.

The '40s & '50s

During and after World War II, Capp worked without pay going to hospitals to entertain patients, especially to cheer recent amputees and explain to them that the loss of a limb did not mean an end to a happy and productive life.

In 1940, a motion picture adaptation starred Granville Owen as Li'l Abner, with Buster Keaton taking the role of Lonesome Polecat. A frenetic musical comedy adaptation of the strip opened on Broadway in 1956, and was made into a motion picture in 1959.

The '60s & '70s

Capp (and a platoon of assistants) kept the strip going through the 1960s. No matter how much help he had, Capp insisted on drawing the faces and hands himself. Frank Frazetta, later famous as a fantasy artist, drew the beautiful women in the strip's later years.

In the '60s, Capp's politics swung from liberal to conservative, and instead of caricaturing big business types, he began spoofing counterculture icons such as Joan Baez (in the character of Joanie Phoanie, a wealthy folksinger who offers an impoverished orphanage one million dollars' worth of "protest songs"). He became a popular speaker on college campuses during the era, attacking anti-war protesters and demonstrators, including John Lennon and Yoko Ono at their Bed-In for Peace. [2]

In 1971, he was charged with attempted adultery by complaint of a female student at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. It developed that there were similar allegations from other campuses. Capp pleaded no contest and withdrew from public speaking.

Li'l Abner lasted until 1977, and Capp died two years later from emphysema, at his home in South Hampton, New Hampshire.

Trivia

In 1968 a theme-park called Dogpatch USA opened at Jasper, Arkansas based on Capp's work and with his support. The park was a popular attraction during the 1970s but was abandoned in 1993 due to financial difficulties and remains unused and in disrepair.

His younger brother Elliot Caplin also became a comic strip creator, best known for writing the soap opera strip The Heart of Juliet Jones.

Al Capp designed the sculptures of Flintabbety Flonatin that grace the city of Flin Flon, Manitoba.

Peter Finch
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Peter FinchPeter Finch (28 September 1912 - 14 January 1977) was an English-born actor with strong Australian connections.

Born Frederick George Peter Ingle-Finch in London, he lived as a child in France and India, and finally in Australia, his parents' native country. There he grew up in Sydney.

After finishing school, he worked in several badly-paid jobs until he tried acting. He began in 1935 playing theatre roles, and also working in radio. In 1938, he appeared in his first film, Dad and Dave Come to Town.

Thereafter he played again on stage, where he was noticed by Laurence Olivier and encouraged to return to London. During this time Finch had an affair with Olivier's wife, Vivien Leigh.

Despite his stage experience, Finch suffered from stage fright and turned to films. His first role in a British-made film was in Eureka Stockade (1949) (set in Australia).

Finch's Hollywood debut was in The Miniver Story in 1950, but his first major role was in 1956's A Town Like Alice.

In 1972, his role of the homosexual Jewish doctor in Sunday Bloody Sunday earned him an Academy Award nomination for Best Actor in a Leading Role. He did not win the award on that occasion.

He died from a heart attack, aged 64, on 14 January 1977, during a promotional tour for the 1976 film Network in which he made an over-the-top portrayal of the crazed television anchor man Howard Beale. However he was posthumously nominated for a Best Actor Oscar for his role, and went on to win the award, which was accepted by his widow. Both his nomination and his win were posthumous firsts. He was also the first Australian actor to win the Best Actor award.

Finch also won five Awards of the British Film Academy.

Peter Finch was married three times. His first wife was Tamara Tchinarova and his second wife Yolande Turner. Both marriages ended in divorce. His third wife was Eletha Finch. He had four children from his three marriages.

He is interred in the Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Hollywood, California.

Some references say his original name was William Mitchell. This is not correct. He was once arrested for drunkenness in Rome and, when asked for his name, he gave a fictitious one in order to protect his professional reputation. When his real identity was later revealed, some commentators made the incorrect assumption that William Mitchell must have been his legal name.

In 1980, noted author and film/theatre industry insider Elaine Dundy wrote his biography titled Finch, bloody Finch: A biography of Peter Finch.