WA2K Radio is now on the air

Lurking about when he can.

Well, my goodness, folks. There's Victor and Ticomaya.

Love that song, Victor. Dear Louis, the ambassador of jazz. Thanks, buddy.

Well, let's play a song for Victor and then for Ticomaya and dedicate one to O'George.

From Sachmo and what a surprise to find out that this song was from a James Bond movie.

We have all the time in the world,
Time enough for life to unfold
All the precious things love has in store.
We have all the love in the world;
If that's all we have, you will find
We need nothing more.

Every step of the way will find us
With the cares of the world far behind us.

We have all the time in the world,
Just for love,
Nothing more, nothing less,
Only love.

Every step of the way will find us
With the cares of the world far behind us.

We have all the time in the world,
Just for love,
Nothing more, nothing less,
Only love.

Next, folks, one from Pink Floyd for Arnie.

For Arnold/Ticomaya

Pink Floyd

Eclipse
All that you touch and all that you see
all that you taste, all you feel
and all that you love and all that you hate
all you distrust, all you save
and all that you give and all that you deal
and all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal
and all you create and all you destroy
and all that you do and all that you say
and all that you eat and everyone you meet
and all that you slight and everyone you fight
and all that is now and all that is gone
and all that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon

Georgeob1 likes E.A. Robinson, so here is a song by Paul Simon based on
Robinson's poem Richard Cory.

"Richard Cory"

They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

-- Paul Simon

Hope the hawk and the pup are all right.

a fave of mine by Chris Montez for the PD:
(that's program director, not police dept, though i have nothing against peace officers)

If you're feelin' sad and lonely
There's a service I can render
Tell the one who loves you only
I can be so warm and tender

CHORUS
Call me, don't be afraid, you can call me
Maybe it's late but just call me
Tell me and I'll be around

When it seems your friends desert you
There's somebody thinking of you
I'm the one who never hurt you
Maybe that's because I love you

CHORUS

Now don't forget me 'cause if you let me
I will always stay by you
You've got to trust me, that's how it must be
There's so much that I can do

CHORUS

If you call I'll be right with you
You and I should be together
Take this love I long to give you
I'll be at your side forever

CHORUS

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

FADE

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

M.D. That is a lovely song and cheered me up. Thanks, honey. All seems to be working now.

Incidentally, the state police are soliciting again and Letty cooperated.

Here's one for you and JM by Sting and the Police.

She's a soulful
flower in the garden
She's bobbing in the sunlight
and flirting with her eyes
The way she walks by,
I see a wave of color
moving like an angel
trailing butterflies

Give me water
give me inspiration
I want to speak now
but I can't find a word
So unforgiving is my infatuation
Now that I know
she walks upon the earth
she walks this earth

I am restless burning with desire
And every other heartbeat
I beat just for her
I see her smiling
full as my emotion
This is no illusion
but how can I be heard?

Give me water,
give me inspiration
I want to speak now,
but I can't find a word
So unforgiving is this infatuation
now that I know
she walks upon this earth
she walks this earth

She walks this earth

Give me water,
give me inspiration
I need to hold her
like no one else before
So unforgiving is my infatuation
now that I know,
she walks upon the earth
she walks this earth

She walks this earth

She walks this earth

Wishing a Good Day to all at WA2K and a Happy 74th to Dom Deluise.



He'd make anybody smile.

Oh, I almost forgot to remember this was Herman's day, too.

here's a Robert Zimmerman lyric that alludes to my namesake

I was riding on the Mayflower
When I thought I spied some land
I yelled for Captain Arab
I have yuh understand
Who came running to the deck
Said, "Boys, forget the whale
Look on over yonder
Cut the engines
Change the sail
Haul on the bowline"
We sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do
When they are far away at sea.

"I think I'll call it America"
I said as we hit the land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain Arab he started
Writing up some deeds
He said, "Let's set up a fort
And start buying the place with beads"
Just then this cop comes down the street
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons.

Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by a Guernsey cow
Who directed me down
To the Bowery slums
Where people carried signs around
Saying, "Ban the bums"
I jumped right into line
Sayin' "I hope that I'm not late"
When I realized I hadn't eaten
For five days straight.

I went into a restaurant
Lookin' for the cook
I told him I was the editor
Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said
"Could you please make that crepe"
Just then the whole kitchen exploded
From boillin' fat
Food was flying anywhere
And I left without my hat.

Now, I didn't mean to be nosy
But I went into a bank
To get some bail for Arab
And all the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some collateral
And I pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley
When up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house
I went, but she had a friend
Who knocked me out
And robbed my boots
And I was on the street again.

Well, I rapped upon a house
With the US flag upon display
I said, "Could you help me out
I got some friends down the way
" The man says, "Get out of here
I'll tear you limp from limb"
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"
He said, "You're not Him
Get out of here before I break your bones
I ain't your pop"
I decided to have him arrested
And I went lookin for a cop.

I ran right outside
And I hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door
This Englishman said, "Fab"
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand
And a chariot that stood
Parked across from a building
Advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door
Like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor
And the man asked me who I was.

I repeated that my friends
Where all in jail, with a sigh
He gave me his card
He said, "Call me if they die"
I shook his hand and said goodbye
Ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road
And knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing
It just about blew my mind
When I picked it up and said hello
This foot came through the line.

Well, by this time I was feed up
At tryin'g to make a stab
At bringin' back any help
For my friends and captain Arab
I decided to flip a coin
Like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go
Back to the ship or back to jail
So I hooked my sailor suit
And I got a coin to flip
It came up tails
It rhymed with sails
So I made it back to the ship.

Well, I got back and took
The parkin' ticket off the mast
I was ripping it to shreds
When this coastguard boat went past
They asked me my name
And I said, "Captain Kidd"
They believed me but
They wanted to know
What exactly that I did
I said for the Pope of Eruke
I was employed
They let me go right away
They were very paranoid.

Well, the last I heard of Arab
He was stuck on a whale
That was married to the deputy
Sheriff of the jail
But the funniest thing was
When I was leavin' the bay
I saw three ships a-sailin'
There were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was
And how come he didn't drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus
I just said, "Good luck".

Richard Henry Dana, Jr.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Richard Henry Dana Jr. (August 1, 1815 - January 6, 1882) was an American lawyer and politician, and author of the book Two Years Before the Mast.

He was born into one of the first families of Cambridge, Massachusetts, grandson of Francis Dana, and attended Harvard College. Having trouble with his vision after a bout of the measles, he thought a voyage might help his failing sight. Rather than going on a Grand Tour of Europe, in 1834 he left Harvard to enlist as a common sailor on a voyage around Cape Horn to the then-remote California, at that time still a part of Mexico. He set sail on the brig Pilgrim (180 tons, 86.5 feet long), visited a number of settlements in California (including Monterey, San Pedro, San Juan Capistrano, San Diego, Santa Barbara, and Santa Clara), and returned to Massachusetts two years later as a deckhand on the Indiaman Alert, after making a winter passage around Cape Horn. He set foot back in Boston in September 1836.

He kept a diary, and after the trip wrote Two Years Before the Mast based on his experiences. The term "before the mast" refers to sailor's quarters -- in the forecastle, in the bow of the ship, the officers dwelling near the stern. His writing evidences his later social feeling for the oppressed. After witnessing a flogging on board the Pilgrim, he vowed that he would try to help improve the lot of the common seaman.

After his sea voyage, he returned to Harvard to take up study at its law school, completing his education in 1837. He subsequently became a lawyer, and an expert on maritime law, many times defending common seamen. Later he became a prominent abolitionist, helping to found the anti-slavery Free Soil Party in 1848. In 1859 Dana visited Cuba while its annexation was being debated in the U.S. Senate. He visited Havana, a sugar plantation, a bullfight, and various churches, hospitals, schools, and prisons, a trip documented in his book To Cuba and Back.

During the American Civil War, Dana served as United States District Attorney, and successfully argued before the Supreme Court that the United States Government could rightfully blockade Confederate ports. From 1867-1868 Dana was a member of the Massachusetts legislature, and also served as a U.S. counsel in the trial of Confederate President Jefferson Davis. In 1876, his nomination as ambassador to Britain was defeated in the Senate by political enemies, partly because of a lawsuit for plagiarism brought against him for a legal textbook he had edited.

Dana died of influenza in Rome, and is buried in that city's Protestant Cemetery.

His son, Richard Henry Dana III, married Edith Longfellow, daughter of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The point and city of Dana Point, California, located on the Pacific coast about halfway between Los Angeles and San Diego, is named for him.

Dom DeLuise
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Dominick "Dom" DeLuise (born August 1, 1933) is an American actor who has starred in numerous roles, mostly comedic.




Biography

Early life

DeLuise was born in Brooklyn, New York, to Italian American parents John and Vicenza DeLuise. DeLuise graduated from Manhattan's School of Performing Arts.


Career

DeLuise generally appears in comedic parts, although an early appearance (in the movie Fail-Safe as a nervous enlisted soldier) showed a possible broader range. His first acting credit was as a regular performer in the television show The Entertainers in 1964. He has often co-starred with Burt Reynolds; together they starred in the films The Cannonball Run and All Dogs Go to Heaven. DeLuise was the host of the television show Candid Camera from 1991 to 1992.

TV producer Greg Garrison hired DeLuise to appear as a specialty act on the popular Dean Martin show. DeLuise ran through his "Dominick the Great" routine, a riotous example of a magic act gone wrong, with host Martin as a bemused volunteer from the audience. The show went so well that DeLuise was soon a regular on Martin's program, participating in both songs and sketches. Garrison also starred DeLuise in his own hour-long comedy specials for ABC. (Martin was often just off-camera when these were taped, and his distinctive laugh can be heard loud and clear.)

DeLuise is probably best known as a regular in Mel Brooks' films. Brooks' late wife, actress Anne Bancroft, directed Dom in Fatso (1980). He also had a cameo in Johnny Dangerously as the Pope, and in Jim Henson's The Muppet Movie as a wayward Hollywood talent agent who comes across Kermit the Frog singing "The Rainbow Connection" in the film's opening scene.

He starred in 1994 with 2 of his sons, Peter and Michael on the TV show of seaquest dsv (Season 2, episode 5 called "Vapors".} Since then, his son Peter has directed several episodes of Stargate:SG1.

DeLuise exhibited his comedic talents while playing the speaking part of the jailer Frosch in the comedic operetta Die Fledermaus at the Metropolitan Opera. In the production, while the singing was in German, the spoken parts were in English.

An avid cook and author of several books on cooking, in recent years he has appeared as a regular contributor to a syndicated home improvement radio show, On The House with The Carey Brothers, giving listeners tips on culinary topics. He has also written several children's books.

He is sometimes credited as Dom De Luise, Dom Deluise, or Dom De Luises.

Dom DeLuise is often confused for the Cajun chef Paul Prudhomme. Both have a similar body shape and enjoy cooking. They both often wear "newsboy"-style cloth caps and beards.

Dom also wrote a children's book on diversity called Charlie the Caterpillar.

Dom guest starred in Episode 16, of the 3rd Season of hit TV show, Stargate SG-1. He played two characters: "URGO", and Togar (Urgo's Creator)

His sons Peter, David, and Michael, are all also actors. (They have all been involved with Stargate SG-1. David & Michael Deluise as actors, and Peter as an actor, director & writer.)

One PAYDAY, MR. GOODBAR wanted a BIT O'HONEY, so he took
MARY JANE behind the POWERHOUSE on the corner of CLARK
and FIFTH AVENUE. He gave her a big HERSHEY KISS and began
to feel her MOUNDS. That was pure ALMOND JOY and it even made
her TOOTSIE ROLL! He let out a SNICKER as his BUTTERFINGER
moved through her JUICY FRUIT and caused a MILKY WAY. She
screamed "OH HENRY" as she squeezed the GOOBERS and made
MR. PEANUT brittle. "That's GOOD N' PLENTY," MARY JANE said.
"You're even better than the THREE MUSKETEERS!" Soon she was
more than a bit CHUNKY and nine months later had BABY RUTH.

Well, my goodness, listeners. Don't we love to see all the animals at one time?

Love our Raggedy pup's cartoon and photo's. Thanks, PA, and M.D.'s Bob Dylan song is fabulous. Thanks, Mr. Island Man. Wow! The hawk has left us with a candy bar double entendre. Hey, BioBob. What happened to "butterfingers." ?

Interesting background on Herman Melville, Boston. I read it with a sense of discovery and awe, but I still like the scrimshaw. I do believe, folks, that an Episcopal priest introduced me to The Grateful Dead. Such a pity about Jerry Garcia.

Well, it is indeed an Ahab day so let's continue with a funny one by a funny man of song who does NOT intend to be serious at all.

Ray Stevens


(intro: Arabian flute)

Let me tell you about Ahab the Arab
The sheik of the burning sand
He had emeralds and rubies just drippin' off 'a him
And a ring on every finger of his hand
He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump on his camel named Clyde, and ride

[Spoken] Silently through the night to the sultan's tent where he
would secretly meet up with Fatima of the Seven Veils,
swingingest grade "A" number one US choice dancer in
the sultan's whole harem, 'cause, heh, him and her had
a thing goin', you know, and they'd been carryin' on
for some time now behind the sultan's back and you
could hear him talk to his camel as he rode out across the
dunes, his voice would cut through the still night desert
air and he'd say (imitate Arabic speech and finish with "Sold! American)
which is Arabic for, "Stop, Clyde!" and Clyde'd say, (imitate camel
sound), which is camel for, "What the heck did he say anyway?"

Well, he brought that camel to a screechin' halt (verbal screeching sound)
In the rear of Fatima's tent
Jumped off Clyde, snuck around the corner
And into the tent he went.
There he saw Fatima layin' on a zebra skin rug
With
[Spoken in falsetto and possibly with female backups] "Rings on her fingers and
bells on her toes and a bone in her nose ho, ho."

[Spoken] There she was, friends, lyin' there in all her radiant
beauty, eating on a raisin, grape, apricot, pomegranate,
bowl of chittlin's, two bananas, three Hershey bars,
sipping on a RC co-cola listenin' to her transistor,
watchin' the Grand Ole Opry on the tube, readin' a Mad
magazine while she sung, "Does your chewing gum lose
it's flavor?" Yeah, Ahab walked up to her and he say,
(imitate Arabic speech), which is Arabic for "Let's twist
again like we did last summer, baby.!!" Ha, ha, ha!!
You know what I mean! Whew! She looked up at him from off the rug,
give him one of the sly looks,

She said (suggestive giggles, then outright laughter) "Crazy, crazy, crazy baby!"

('round and around and around and around, and around and around and around)

Yeah, and that's the story 'bout Ahab the Arab
The sheik of the burnin' sand
Ahab the Arab, the swingin' sheik of the burnin' sand

They were going to use the Butterfingers but found there were none handy. (chortle, chortle)

Bob chortled in his joy. Well, Boston, I could play some W.C. "Handy", but the evening sun ain't going down just now.

I wasn't aware that Melville had written poetry, so I found this, folks.

THE APPARITION

by: Herman Melville (1819-1891)

CONVULSIONS came; and, where the field
Long slept in pastoral green,
A goblin-mountain was upheaved
(Sure the scared sense was all deceived),
Marl-glen and slag-ravine.

The unreserve of Ill was there,
The clinkers in her last retreat;
But, ere the eye could take it in,
Or mind could comprehension win,
It sunk!--and at our feet.

So, then, Solidity's a crust--
The core of fire below;
All may go well for many a year,
But who can think without a fear
Of horrors that happen so?

Still chortling, hawk?

'evening , all !
how about a little "schmaltz" on a lovely summer evening ?
hbg

remembering a visit to the LBJ ranch in texas - he missed us by a few days since we had to return to canada .
we were returning from a visit to BIG bend national park to austin .
it was march 79 , in texas the flowers were blooming , it was sunny and warm ... when we landed in toronto it was SNOWING !
hbg

Someday
Cracker

Someday well I'll get it right.
Yeah one day I'll get it right.
Someday well I'll get it right.
Yeah one day I'll get it right.

And I had a dream last night
that I was feeling barely human.
So save me a place in your parking lot.
And save me a place beside you
when you lie down to sleep at night.
Someday I'll get it right.

Someday well I'll get it right.
Yeah one day I'll get it right.
Someday well I'll get it right.
Yeah one day I'll get it right.

And if you see the dark clouds
gathering out on the horizon.
Don't be alarmed
their just there for me.
Just save me a place beside you
when you lie down to sleep at night.
Someday I'll get it right.

Someday well I'll get it right.
Yeah one day I'll get it right.
Someday well I'll get it right.
Yeah one day I'll get it right.