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The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Well, listeners, we do what we must to keep WA2K alive and well and living in cyberspace.

well folks it's that time again

Beatles
Taxman

Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you, nineteen for me
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman

If you drive a car, I'll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I'll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.

Don't ask me what I want it for
If you don't want to pay some more
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
And you're working for no one but me.


Money (That's What I Want)
The Beatles

The best things in life are free
But you can keep 'em for the birds and bees
Now give me money (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah
That's what I want

Your lovin' gives me a thrill
But your lovin' don't pay my bills
Now give me money (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah
That's what I want

Money don't get everything, it's true
What it don't get, I can't use
Now give me money (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah
That's what I want

Money don't get everything, it's true
What it don't get, I can't use
Now give me money (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah
That's what I want

Well, now give me money (that's what I want)
A lot of money (that's what I want)
Whoa, yeah, I wanna be free (that's what I want)
Whoa, a lot of money (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah
That's what I want

Well, now give me money (that's what I want)
A lot of money (that's what I want)
Whoa, yeah, you owe me money (that's what I want)
Oh, now give me money (that's what I want)
That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah
That's what I want.


Money
Pink Floyd

Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
Money, it's a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.

Money, get back.
I'm all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a lear jet.

Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
Giving none away.


Lawyers, Guns and Money
Warren Zevon

Well, I went home with the waitress
The way I always do
How was I to know
She was with the Russians, too

I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this

I'm the innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between the rock and the hard place
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck

Now I'm hiding in Honduras
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money
The **** has hit the fan

Send lawyers, guns and money...


Who Wants To Be A Millionaire
Cole Porter

Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't. Have flashy flunkeys everywhere? I don't.

Who wants the bother of a country estate? A country estate is something I'd hate!

Who wants to wallow in champagne? I don't. Who wants a supersonic plane? I don't.

Who wants a marble swimming pool too? I don't. And I don't `cause all I want is you.

Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't. Who wants uranium to spare? I don't.

Who wants to journey on a gigantic yacht? Do I want a yacht? Oh, how I do not!

Who wants a fancy foreign car? I don't. Who wants to tire of caviar? I don't

Who wants a private landing field too? I don't. And I don't `cause all I want is you

dj, Love it! Send lawyers, guns, and money?

Listeners, dj's money songs are simply a way to let everyone here know that in the U.S. we owe our souls to the IRS.

From the King:


(words & music by j. stone)
You know, the landlord rang my front door bell.
I let it ring for a long, long spell.
I went to the window,
I peeped through the blind,
And asked him to tell me what's on his mind.
He said,

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey, if you want to get along with me.

Well, I screamed and I hollered,
I was so hard-pressed.
I called the woman that I loved the best.
I finally got my baby about half past three,
She said I'd like to know what you want with me.
I said,

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.

Well, I said tell me baby, what's wrong with you?
From this day on our romance is through
I said, tell me baby, face to face
How could another man take my place?
She said,

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get a long with me.

Well, I've learned my lesson and now I know
The sun may shine and the winds may blow.
The women may come and the women may go,
But before I say I love you so,
I want

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.

Sam The Sham And The Pharaohs

WOOLY BULLY (Domingo Samudio)

Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw.
Had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.
Hatty told Matty, "Let's don't take no chance.
Let's not be L-seven, come and learn to dance."
Wooly bully, wooly bully
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.
Matty told Hatty, "That's the thing to do.
Get you someone really to pull the wool with you."
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully

Well, edgar. That's a song that a person can "get down to"

and speaking of wooly and sheep, listeners:

A goodnight song:


Rock-a-bye your baby with a Dixie melody.
When you croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie.
Just place my cradle, mammy mine,
Right on the Mason Dixon line,
And swing it from Virginia
To Tennessee with all the love that's in ya.

Weep no more, my lady.
Sing that song again for me.
Soft and low, just as though
You had me on your knee.

A million baby kisses I'd deliver,
If you would only sing that Swanee River.(yes, I know. It's really Suwanee)
Rock-a-bye your rock-a-bye baby with a Dixie melody

Although many folks have done that song, listeners. It really belongs to Al Jolson. His father wanted him to be a cantor, but the lure of the music gave him the right to be a man for any time, day or night.

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Listeners, I just heard my first Amber Alert on the radio.
Chilling.
I'm so glad they're doing this, but, chilling.

Wooley-Bully language is actually tied in with the oil rig workers. I read a thing that explained the terminology, but forgot.

Small One - Harry Belafonte

Time for sleep, time to go to bed
The sun is lying down upon a deep cloud of red
Shut your drowsy eyes and count the sheep, sleepy head
One star is shyly peeping, goodnight it's time for sleeping

Sleep my little one
Dream your dreams in my arms safely curled
Dream of joy and of laughter and fun
Small one it's such a big world
May your heart never ache

Big world don't make his heart break
Sleep little one and dream

The Charge of the Light Brigade

The charge was made by the Light Brigade of the British cavalry. Made up of the 4th and 13th Light Dragoons, 17th Lancers, and the 8th and 11th Hussars, it was commanded by Major General the Earl of Cardigan. Together with the Heavy Brigade (the Royal Dragoon Guards and the Scots Greys) it was the main British cavalry force at the battle; overall command of the cavalry was with the Earl of Lucan.

Lucan was delivered an order from the army commmander Lord Raglan stating that "Lord Raglan wishes the cavalry to advance rapidly to the front and to prevent the enemy carrying away the guns. Horse Artillery may accompany. French cavalry is on your left. Immediate." The order was drafted by Brigadier Airey and was carried by Captain Louis Edward Nolan, who may have carried further oral instructions, but he was killed during the charge so that is conjecture.

In response to the order, Cardigan led 673 (or 661) cavalry men straight into the valley made between the Fediukhine Heights and the Causeway Heights. The Russian forces, under Pavel Liprandi, on the sides of the valley and at the end included over fifty artillery pieces and around 20 battalions of infantry. It appears that the order was interpreted to refer to the mass of Russian guns in a redoubt at the end of the valley, around a mile away, when, in actual fact, Raglan had been referring to a set of redoubts on the reverse slope of the hill forming the left (to the cavalry) side of the valley, which, although clearly visible to Raglan, were hidden from the view of the Light Brigade down in the valley. The brigade reached the end of the valley and forced the Russian forces from the redoubt but suffered heavy casualties and were soon forced back. Lucan failed to provide any support for Cardigan; he may have been motivated by personal enmity with his brother-in-law. The troops of the Heavy Brigade entered the mouth of the valley but did not advance further. The French cavalry, the Chasseurs d'Afrique, was more effective; they broke the Russian line on the Fediukhine Heights and later covered the remains of the Light Brigade as they withdrew.

When the Light Brigade regrouped there were only 195 men still with horses. The brigade had lost 118 men killed and 127 wounded; 362 horses were killed. The stupidity of the action and its reckless bravery prompted Marshal Pierre Bosquet to state C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre. ("It is magnificent, but it is not war.") Initially the Russian commanders believed the British soldiers must have been drunk and it measurably improved the reputation of British cavalry during the rest of the conflict.

Raglan blamed Lucan for the loss and censured him in dispatches. Lucan was recalled to England in March 1855. Lucan's demand for a court martial was declined and he instead defended himself with a speech in the House of Lords on March 19. He blamed Raglan and his deceased aide-de-camp Nolan. Clearly blame was not attached to Lucan; he was knighted in July of that year and, although he never again saw active duty he reached the rank of General in 1865 and was made a Field Marshal in the year before his death.

Books which analyze the events leading up to the event offer insight into British military history and also into the baleful consequences which can result from courage coupled with lack of insight.

Good Morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors.

As you can see, listeners, we bring you, not only music and news, but snippets of history as well.

ehBeth, I am distressed to hear about Joaquin Phoenix, but the price of fame seems to extract a pound of flesh, no? I was stunned to realize that Ray Charles had a heroin addiction. As to the Amber alert, it is quite chilling, especially when the missing turns up dead as in the case of that poor child, Jessica Lunsford.

edgar, I do hope you can find the etymology of the meaning of wooly bully. Interesting, the meaning behind songs, isn't it.

Well, all. We have certainly looked at Lord Tennyson, and thanks to Bob and Raggedy, have a bit more insight about what takes place on any field of battle. I suppose Lord Raglan is the one who my sister was talking about.(no, I'm not changing that sentence around so that it becomes a bit of a walrus).

It seems that the man from Iran who wanted his children relocated to Germany has released them all, unharmed. Thank God!

Back later, folks, with more music and news from WA2K radio.

edgar and all. I found this brief explanation of the etymology of wooly. Perhaps that is what the song references:
wooly
1578, "resembling or made of wool," from wool (q.v.). Meaning "barbarous, rude" is recorded 1891, from wild and wooly (1884) applied to the U.S. western frontier, perhaps in reference to range steers or to unkempt cowboys.

As to the "bully", wasn't Theodore Roosevelt always using that word to
refer to folks who behaved in a positive manner? If so, then we have wild and wooly bully chaps.

And now our song for today, listeners, requested by an anonymous person somewhere in our audience.

From the musical Mame:

Mame:
Where is that boy with the bugle?
My little love was always my big romance;
Where's that boy with the bugle?
And why did I ever buy him those damn long pants?
Did he need a stronger hand?
Did he need a lighter touch?
Was I soft or was I tough?
Did I give enough?
Did I give too much?
At the moment when he needed me,
Did I ever turn away?
Would I be there when he called,
If he walked into my life today.
Were his days a little dull?
Were his nights a little wild?
Did I overstate my plan?
Did I stress the man?
And forget the child.
And there must have been a million things.
That my heart forgot to say.
Would I think of one or two,
If he walked into my life today.
Should I blame the times I pampered him,
Or blame the times I bossed him;
What a shame!
I never really found the boy,
Before I lost him.
Were the years a little fast?
Was his world a little free?
Was there too much of a crowd?
All too lush and loud and not enough for me.
Though I'll ask myself my whole life long,
What went wrong along the way;
Would I make the same mistakes
If he walked into my life today?
If that boy with the bugle,
If he walked into my life today.

hmmm. I think the only wild and wooly bully in today's birthday celebrities would be Howard Keel.

April 13 celebs:

1743 Thomas Jefferson, 3rd president of the United States (Goochland/Albemarle County, VA; died 1826) The spirit of resistance to government is so valuable on certain occasions, that I wish it always to be kept alive.
Thomas Jefferson
1866 Butch Cassidy, Western outlaw (Beaver, UT; died 1909?)
1899 Alfred Butts, inventor of Scrabble (Poughkeepsie, NY; died 1993) Today, Scrabble ranks (just below Monopoly) as the second best-selling game in U. S. history.
1906 Samuel Beckett, author/critic/playwright (Foxrock, County Dublin, Ireland; died 1989)
1909 Eudora Welty, novelist/short-story writer (Jackson, MS)
1917 Howard Keel, actor/singer (Gillespie, IL)
1937 Edward Fox, actor (London, England)
Lanford Wilson, writer (Lebanon, MO)
1939 Paul Sorvino, actor (Brooklyn, NY)
1946 Al Green, singer (Forrest City, AR)
1950 Ron Perlman, actor (New York, NY)
1951 Peabo Bryson, singer (Greenville, SC)
1957 Saundra Santiago, actress (Bronx, NY

Howard Keel

And, listeners, here's our Raggedy with a smidgen of humor about Howard, and a full featured update on the celebs:

I think Mr. Keel looks better now than he did when he starred in all those musicals, right?

Description of Mr. Keel for our listeners:

A stately gentleman wearing a cowboy hat, with sideburns and moustache, and a broad smile with a twinkle in his eye.

That's for our listeners who may not have heard of the man behind the music.

Aha! Scrabble comes in second to monopoly.

Listeners, I recall a fantastic card game that my brother-in-law introduced us to that was really fun but frustrating:

Mille Bournes (or Mille Bornes) is a French card game. In the United States, Mille Bornes is published by Parker Brothers and is commonly available in game stores, as well as toy stores and department stores. It is also distributed under the name mille as one of the BSD Games.

Some Mille Bournes decks are printed in both English and French. In the Netherlands, this game is know as rijwielspel, and deals with cycling instead of driving. The hazards and distances are different, but the mechanics of the game are exactly the same.

The premise of Mille Bournes is that you are in a road race with the other players. Each "race", or hand, is usually 700 miles long, but the winning player has the option to declare an extension in which case the race becomes 1000 miles, hence the name of the game which means "one thousand milestones". The object of the game is to reach 5000 points, which normally takes several hands.

normally play as two teams of two. In a "coup fourre" situation, either teammate may make the coup, even if it isn't their turn.

This version is usually played to the full 1000 points with no extension rule. But, an extension rule may also be used.

WOW! I had forgotten what fun that game was.

Boston Globe 17 April 1988

Remember Sam

Sam Samudio who gained fame during the 1960s as leader of Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs, says he fled rock 'n' roll to work anonymously in offshore oil fields because fast living had drained him. Today, the 51-year old composer and performer of the 1965 hit "Wooly Bully" preaches on the streets of Memphis. "God is not in the throwaway business. He's in the renewal business," Samudio said this week. "We have a little trailer we pull behind a pickup and we just pick a corner." Samudio spends Sundays at a shelter for transients, visits convicts in prison and preaches with a loosely organized group called Gideon's Few, comprised largely of former drug users, law-breakers and ruffians.--compiled from wire reports

My, word, edgar. What an awakening for Sam.

And, listeners, right in keeping with edgar's news, here's another surprising turn of events:

Nelson, Dylan Performing at July 4 Show

Published: 4/13/05















FORT WORTH, Texas (AP) - Willie Nelson is returning to Fort Worth for his Fourth of July picnic - and he's bringing Bob Dylan with him. His 32nd annual picnic will be at the 27-acre North Forty concert field, just east of Billy Bob's Texas. Last year's concert at the same site drew 19,000 people.

Los Lonely Boys will perform, and about 20 more acts will be announced over the next month.

"Willie takes such an interest," said Pam Minick, marketing director for Billy Bob's Texas, which helps organize the picnic. "He picks every artist according to who he likes, and he negotiates the contract. Last year he wrote on a brown paper bag how much each one was going to get."

This year's picnic will honor the memory of Rick Smith of Fort Worth-based Smith Music Group, who died in August of complications from a heart attack.

Smith, a friend of Nelson's, convinced the Texas country music singer that the picnic should be in the Fort Worth Stockyards. His brother, Randy Smith, now runs the Smith Music Group, also an organizer of this year's event.

Howard Keel, born Harry Clifford Keel (April 13, 1919-November 7, 2004) was an American actor who starred in many of the classic film musicals of the 1950s.

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Born in Gillespie, Illinois, to Navyman-turned-coalminer Homer Keel and his wife, Grace Osterkamp Keel, young Harry spent his childhood in poverty. After his father's death in 1930, he and his mother moved to California, where he graduated high school at the age of 17 and took various odd-jobs until finally settling at Douglas Aircraft, where he became a traveling representative. At the age of twenty, he was overheard singing by his landlady, Mom Rider, and was encouraged to take vocal lessons. One of his musical heros was the great baritone Lawrence Tibbett and Howard would later say that finding out that his own voice was a basso cantante was one of the greatest disappointments of his life. Nevertheless, his first public performance came in the summer of 1941 when he played the role of Samuel the Prophet in the Handel's oratorio Saul and David (singing a duet with bass-baritone George London). Just a couple years after this, in 1943, Harold met and married his first wife, actress Rosemary Cooper. In 1945 Harold briefly understudied for John Raitt in the Broadway hit "Carousel," before being assigned to "Oklahoma" by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II. It was during this time, he accomplished a feat that has never been duplicated. He performed the leads in both shows on the same day. In 1947, Oklahoma became the first American musical to travel to London, England, and Harold went with it. Opening night at the Drury Lane Theatre, the capacity audience (which included the queen) demanded fourteen encores. Harold Keel was hailed as the next great star and was the toast of the West End. During the London run, the marriage of Harold and Rosemary ended in divorce, and Harold fell in love with a young member of the show's chorus, dancer Helen Anderson. They would marry in January, 1949 and, a year later, Harold - now called Howard - became a father for the first time to daughter Kaija. From London's West End, Howard ended up at MGM making his film musical debut as Frank Butler in Annie Get Your Gun. Howard's MGM career was to be a frustrating business. MGM never seemed to know quite what to do with him and, outside of plum roles in the films Show Boat, Kiss Me Kate and Seven Brides For Seven Brothers, he was forced into a stream of worthless musicals and B-films. There were two more children born to Howard and Helen, daughter Kirstine in 1952 and son Gunnar in 1955. Soon after, Howard was released from his contract and returned to his first love, the stage. Sadly, as America's taste in entertainment changed, finding jobs became harder and harder for Howard. The 1960s held little chance for career advancement with a round of nightclub work, b-Westerns and summer stock. Under the strain, Howard began to drink heavily and his marriage to Helen crumbled. They would divorce in 1970. But 1970 proved to be fortuitous for Howard after all. He was set up on a blind date with airline stewardess Judy Magamoll who was twenty-five years his junior and had never even heard of him. Years later Howard would say it was love at first sight, but the age difference bothered him tremendously. For Judy, however, it wasn't a problem and, with the aid of Robert Frost's poem "What 50 Said", she convinced him to try the relationship. They were married December 1970 and his drinking problem soon ceased. He resumed his routine of nightclub, caberet and summer stock jobs with his new wife at his side, and, in 1972, appeared briefly on Broadway in the flop show "Ambassador." Then, in 1974 at the age of fifty-five, Howard became a father for the forth time to daughter Leslie Grace. Howard continued to tour, his wife and daughter in tow, but by 1980 he had had enough of struggling to find work and he moved his family to Oklahoma, intending to join an oil company. They had barely gotten settled when Howard was called back to California to appear with Jane Powell on an episode of The Love Boat. While he was there, he was told that the producers of the smash hit soap opera "Dallas" wanted to talk to him. After several cameo appearances, Howard joined the show permanantly as the dignified, if hot tempered, oil baron Clayton Farlow and his career reached heights it had never been before. With his renewed fame, Howard began his first solo recording career at age sixty-four, as well as a wildly successful concert career in the UK. Even after "Dallas" he continued to sing, and kept his voice in remarkable shape. In 1994, he and Judy moved to Palm Desert, CA. The Keels were always active in charity events and helping their community and were well loved amongst the residents. Howard passed away at his home on November 7, 2004, six weeks after being diagnosed with colon cancer. He is survived by Judy, his wife of thirty-four years, his four children, ten grandchildren and a great-granddaughter.

Howard Keel is the father of production director Leslie Keel and the grandfather of actor Bodie Olmos


Howard Keel and Doris Day

from Calamity Jane

I Could Do Without You

CALAMITY:
In the summer you're the winter, in the finger you're the splinter!
In the banquet you're the stew, say! I could do without you!

BILL:
In the garden you're the gopher, in the levi's you're the lopher(?)!
Like an overturned canoe, well! I could do without you!

CALAMITY:
You can go to Philedelphia, take the hack to Hackensack, hey,
I'll never ring a bell for ya, or yell for ya to come back!

BILL:
In the question you're the why, in the ointment you're the fly!

CALAMITY:
Though I know some things are indespensable, like a buck or two,
if there's one thing I can do without, I can do without you!

BILL:
In the barrel you're a pickle, in the goldmine you're a nickel!
You're the tack inside my shoe, yes! I can do without you!

CALAMITY:
In my bosom you're a dagger, you're a mangy carpetbagger!
In the theatre you're the "BOO"! I can do without you!

BILL:
You got charms, they ain't bewitchin' me.
You've a face no one would paint!

CALAMITY:
I've got the darndest itch in me to be wherever you ain't

BILL:
In the bullfrog you're the croak

CALAMITY:
In the forest, poison oak!

BILL:
Though I know some things are necessary, my half-pint buckaroo,
if there's one thing I can do without, I can do without --

CALAMITY:
You're a knothead!

BILL:
You're a faker!

CALAMITY:
You're a bonehead!

BILL:
Troublemaker!

BOTH:
I can do without you!

Letty, I have been visiting Sam the Sham's personal website, reading excerpts of his autobiography. It is fascinating reading. He tells of an incident riding between towns, in a hearse converted into their touring vehicle, in which he notices that the door is dangerously loose. At a speed of 63 MPH he unthinkingly opens the door to reshut it. Since the door is a "suicide door," the kind that opens front to back, the wind pulled it open wide and Sam out of the car. He hung on to the handle and arm rest a bit but was sent sliding on his back. His thought processes during the ordeal are quite astounding. After the driver notices him gone and comes back, he is trying to tell the guy to take him to a doctor where he can get a tetanus shot and some pain pills, then they can go on to their gig.
Another incident in which a man is pulling on his girl friend's arm during a concert. She has hold of Sam's organ's leg, tugging it off the stage. Sam hangs on to the organ with one hand, playing with the other. Finally a girl working in the club pries the girl's fingers loose and the bouncers show up to clear the couple out.

WOW! Bob, fascinating story about Howard Keel, especially concerning his young wife, and the duet between Calamity Jane and Bill is marvelous.

edgar, little wonder that Sam the Sham has become a man of the cloth. I suppose when we think about it, we can understand his transformation.