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Good Day to All:

Some memorable April 6 birthday people:

1483 Raphael (Sanzio), painter/architect (Urbino, Italy; died 1520)
1806 Elizabeth Barrett Browning poet (Sonnets from the Portuguese)/Mrs Robert Browning (died 1861)
1870 Oskar Straus, composer (Austria; died 1954)
1892 Lowell Thomas, traveler/broadcaster/journalist (Woodington, OH; died 1981)
1927 Gerry Mulligan, jazz saxophonist (New York, NY; died 1996)
1928 James D. Watson, biochemist and codiscoverer of the structure of DNA (El Paso, TX)
1929 André Previn, composer/conductor (Berlin, Germany)
1937 Merle Haggard, singer/songwriter (Bakersfield, CA)
Billy Dee Williams, actor (New York, NY)
1947 John Ratzenberger, actor (Bridgeport, CT)
1952 Marilu Henner, actress (Chicago, IL)
1976 Candace Cameron, actress (Canoga Park, CA)

Remembering Raphael:



And just a few verses of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's "To Flush, My Dog, (I love dogs )

This dog only, waited on,
Knowing that when light is gone,
Love remains for shining.

Yet, my pretty sportive friend,
Little is't to such an end
That I praise thy rareness!
Other dogs may be thy peers
Haply in these drooping ears,
And this glossy fairness.

But of thee it shall be said,
This dog watched beside a bed
Day and night unweary
Watched within a curtained room,
Where no sunbeam brake the gloom
Round the sick and dreary.

Roses, gathered for a vase,
In that chamber died apace,
Beam and breeze resigning.
This dog only, waited on,
Knowing that when light is gone
Love remains for shining.

Other dogs in thymy dew
Tracked the hares, and followed through
Sunny moor or meadow.
This dog only, crept and crept
Next a languid cheek that slept,
Sharing in the shadow.

Other dogs of loyal cheer
Bounded at the whistle clear,
Up the woodside hieing.
This dog only, watched in reach
Of a faintly uttered speech,
Or a louder sighing.

And if one or two quick tears
Dropped upon his glossy ears,
Or a sigh came double
Up he sprang in eager haste,
Fawning, fondling, breathing fast,
In a tender trouble.

And this dog was satisfied
If a pale thin hand would glide
Down his dewlaps sloping
Which he pushed his nose within,
After?-platforming his chin
On the palm left open.

And a good morning to our Raggedy. A lovely tribute to Elizabeth Barrett, dear heart, and I love those chubby angels that Raphael did so well.

I noticed that Prince Rainier also died today. Hmmmm. Jerry Mulligan. I need to check him out, because I know that he has done some familiar jazz songs.

And there's Watson. He and his colleague never did give credit to the dark lady.

One of my very favorite poems by Robert Browning was My Last Duchess.

"she had a heart too soon made glad"....<smile>

Time for a station break:

This is cyberspace, WA2K radio.

Is it Gerry or Jerry? Whatever, I found quite a bit about that exquisite saxophonist, and here's just one of the songs he did so well:

'S wonderful! 'S marvelous!
You should care for me!
'S awful nice! 'S paradise!
'S what I love to see!

You've made my life so glamorous
You can't blame me for feeling amorous
Oh! 'S wonderful! 'S marvelous!
That you should care for me!

'S wonderful! 'S marvelous!
That you should care for me!
'S awful nice! 'S paradise!
'S what I love to see!

My dear, it's four-leaf clover time
From now on my heart's working overtime.
'S wonderful! 'S marvelous
That you should care for me.

Jerry/Gerry collaborated with Paul Desmond in many, many great jazz tunes.

And I remember "S Wonderful in the movie American in Paris performed by Georges Guetary, Gene Kelly, and Oscar Levant.

Gerry, I think.

My word, Raggedy. Those poor people of Paris. They get hit with a lot of us Yanks, do they not? Diana Krall also sang that song. She and K.D. Lang do a lot of the old stuff.

and this follows the trend:

Thought for Today: ``To be really cosmopolitan, a man must be at home even in his own country.'' - Thomas Wentworth Higginson, American clergyman-author (1823-1911).



04/05/05 20:00

Here's a bit of celeb news:


Wed Apr 6, 8:54 AM ET Entertainment - AP



TOKYO - Tokyo's nationalist governor had one request for Clint Eastwood before the American film director begins his next project, about the World War II battle at Iwo Jima: Respect the fallen soldiers.


AP Photo



During their 45-minute meeting Wednesday, Shintaro Ishihara told Eastwood that thousands of Japanese soldiers who died on the island in one of the war's bloodiest battles remain unaccounted for more than a half century later.


Ishihara asked Eastwood to avoid "sacred" sites of the dead if he films on the island, Tokyo metropolitan government spokesman Katsumi Kumagai said. Eastwood replied that he would "absolutely not" trample on Japanese feelings, he said.


Eastwood was in Tokyo for a stopover after visiting Iwo Jima, which is 700 miles south of Japan's capital but is governed by Tokyo. He is expected to begin filming an adaptation of the book "Flags of Our Fathers: Heroes of Iwo Jima" later this year, but has yet to ask Tokyo's permission to shoot on the island, Kumagai said.


Nearly 7,000 American troops and more than 20,000 Japanese died in the battle from February to March 1945. Japan surrendered after the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August 1945.


The island ?- whose name means "Sulfur Island" and is dotted with natural hot springs ?- is part of a volcanic archipelago that the United States handed over to Japan in 1968. Relatives of fallen Japanese soldiers have opposed any building on what they consider to be the hallowed ground of a mass grave.

As everyone knows by now, Million Dollar Baby ended with a statement about euthanasia. Clint continues to function on a pushed envelope, right listeners?

An interesting anecdote about the Orient:

My neighbor across the street has won a Fullbright scholarship to Japan, and my local sheriff friend is in the process of adopting a Chinese baby.
No one would believe the tons of paperwork that entails. The baby is a little girl, and as most of us know by now, the Chinese do not value females.

For the little Chinese child:





(Stevie Nicks)
Beautiful child
Beautiful child
You are a beautiful child
And I am a fool once more
You fell in love when I was only ten
The years disappeared
Much has gone by since then
I bite my lip, can you send me away
You touch
I have no choice
I have to stay
I had to stay
Sleepless child
There is so little time
Your eyes say yes
But you don't say yes
I wish that you were mine
You say it will be harder in the morning
I wait for you to say, just go
Your hands, held mine so few hours
And I'm not a child anymore
I'm not a child anymore
I'm tall enough
To reach for the stars
I'm old enough
To love you from afar
To trusting... yes?
But then women usually are
I'm not a child anymore
No, I'm not a child, oh no
Tall enough to reach for the stars
I will do
As I'm told
Even if I never hold you again
I never hold you again
FLEETWOOD MAC

Hey guyz! I'm back!

Ladies & jellymen, it's blink 182!

I don't wana urinate on myself.
I don't wana urinate on anyone else.
But i guess it doesn't matter anymore.
'Cos i can't control my bladder anymore.

Well i guess it all depends,
UNDERGARMENTS.
Yes i guess it all depends,
UNDERGARMENTS.

I'm sick of offending everyone i meet.
I'm sick of crying myself to sleep on rubber sheets.
I had an accident today.
I left a soiled bus seat,
I didn't know what to say.

Well i guess it all depends
UNDERGARMENTS.
Yes i guess it all depends.
UNDERGARMENTS.

Step back into life
No more soiled nights alone.
Because i don't have a load
In my underwear ! ! ! ! !

Upon my word, Wales. We've missed you.

What extraordinary lyrics, my Welsh friend. I guess they depend on one's point of view.

John of Virginia and Wales present and accounted for WA2K listeners.

For you and all the others who are back in our studios:


Welcome back,
Your dreams were your ticket out.

Welcome back,
To that same old place that you laughed about.

Well the names have all changed since you hung around,
But those dreams have remained and they're turned around.

Who'd have thought they'd lead ya (Who'd have thought they'd lead ya)
Here where we need ya (Here where we need ya)

Yeah we tease him a lot cause we've got him on the spot, welcome back,
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back.

Thank you letty! Such a warm welcome! Not quite as warm as the 4 weeks in dubai i have just enjoyed! Have i missed anything?

My goodness, Wales. You've missed quite a bit. Tell us about your holiday in Dubai.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnets

VII

The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole
God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,
And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.
The names of country, heaven, are changed away
From where thou art or shalt be, there or here;
And this...this lute and song...loved yesterday,
(The singing angels know) are only dear
Because thy name moves right in what they say.


http://www.cswnet.com/~erin/ebbpoem.htm#i

Lovely, Bob. You're a lifesaver. <smile> What a beautiful relationship Elizabeth and Robert had. He was a fighter, too, you know.

PROSPICE by Robert Browning (1812-1889)

FEAR death? -- to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote
I am nearing the place,
The power of the night, the press of the storm,
The post of the foe;
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,
Yet the strong man must go:
For the journey is done and the summit attained,
And the barriers fall,
Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
The reward of it all.
I was ever a fighter, so -- one fight more,
The best and the last!
I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,
And bade me creep past.
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers
The heroes of old,
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears
Of pain, darkness and cold.
For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,
The black minute's at end,
And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave,
Shall dwindle, shall blend,
Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain,
Then a light, then thy breast,
O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,
And with God be the rest!

Just remembered Walter's The Sheik of Araby. He be a dixiland jazz fan, and I heard that song just recently done in that swing fashion.

And now in an entirely different vein, well point out the trouble with women drivers.


I looked over to my
left and there was a


woman


in a brand new


Cadillac


doing 65 mph


with her
face up next to her


rear view mirror


putting on her eyeliner.


I looked away


for a couple seconds


and when I looked back she was


halfway over in my lane,


still working on that makeup.


As a man,


I don't scare easily.


But she scared me so much;


I dropped


my electric shaver,


which knocked


the donut


out of my other hand.


In all
the confusion of trying


to straighten out the car


using my knees against
the steering wheel,


it knocked


mycell phone


away from my ear


which fell


into the coffee


between my legs,


splashed,


and burned


Big Jim and the Twins,


ruined the damn phone,


soaked my trousers,


and disconnected an
important call.






Damn women drivers!

UHOH! The phones are ringing off the wall, Bob. Females screeching like crazy.

That's ok. I'll let them join my harem.

Bob has just reminded me of a line I heard Mathos use on another thread:

"....about as useless as a castrated Adonis in a seraglio...."

Well, listeners. Back later with more news and items about harems and
Arabians.

Well, I'm a dixieland fan.

Otherwise - and if this would by a tv-show rather than on radio - I'd certainly show just now A. D. Ingres's infamous Grande Odalisque (1814), Eugène Delacroix's subtle Women of Algiers (1834), and the highly detailed pictures of John Frederick Lewis, the major harem painter of the British school

But instead, we could do the Har(l)em Shuffle here now. :wink:

You move it to the left
And you go for yourself
You move it to the right
Yeah if it takes all night
Now take it kinda slow
With a whole lot of soul
Don't move it too fast
Just make it last

You scratch just like a monkey
Yeah you do real cool
You slide it to the limbo
Yeah how low can you go?
Now come on baby
Don't fall down on me now
Just move it right here
To the Harlem shuffle
Yeah yeah yeah to the Harlem shuffle
Yeah yeah yeah to the Harlem shuffle

Hitch hitch hike baby
Across the floor
I can't stand it no more
Now come on baby
Now get into your slide
Just ride ride ride
Little pony, ride!

Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle
Do the Monkey shine
Yeah yeah yeah shake a tail feather baby
Yeah yeah yeah shake a tail feather baby
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle
Yeah like your mother told you how
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle

hey i'm new here will you welcome me warmly or turn me out on the cold rainy pavement?

Cold rainy pavement is no fun You're liable to turn into a basket case. Wouldn't want that so welcome to a2k. Jump right in anywhere you want. If help is needed give a shout lots of helpful and bright people. (didn't say I was one) For the rest of our listeners I'd like to ask Tim McGraw to give us a tune.

You Just Get Better All The Time

(Tony Joe White/Johnny Christopher)

You just get better all the time
Darlin' don't you change a thing
Lately you're the only song I wanna sing
You're my reason to try
You just get sweeter every day
The little things you do and say
If only you could see you through my eyes
You just get better all the time

Oh and I get the feelin' we can make it baby
As long as you are by my side
You're the music in my ears
The laughter when the tears
Are fallin' down
In my life

And on down through the years
You never tried to change my ways
You never made me feel
I had to say
I'm sorry

You just get better all the time
Why just today I heard you read my mind
That kinda magic is so hard to find
You just get better all the time

Well, I cheer my WA2K friends for speaking about French history while I was away...

Not even had time to post some comment.

Hugs!