In the fil there was actually more in the song. Doris Day asked Can you bale a cherry(?) pie Howard- No. Doris-Neither can I
Bob, was that one of those "cut"; take "two" things?
My word, listeners. That remark by our Bob of Boston, reminded me of an oldie:
Oh, where have you been, Billy boy, Billy boy,
Oh, where have you been, charming Billy.
I have been to see my wife,
She's the joy of my life,
She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother.
Can she bake a cherry pie, Billy boy, Billy boy,
Can she bake a cherry pie, Charming Billy.
She can bake a cherry pie,
Quick as a cat can wink its eye,
She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother.
How old is she, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
How old is she, charming Billy.
She is six times seven twenty eight and eleven,
She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother.
My, gawd. How did I remember that one?
Bob's song reminds me of Keel and Hutton singing "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better" (I can do anything better than you) in "Annie Get Your Gun."
News item:
Entertainment - AP
By CHERYL WITTENAUER, Associated Press Writer
ST. LOUIS - A previously unpublished poem by Tennessee Williams, described as having been "written out of absolute, complete despair," has been discovered in his blue test booklet from a college course in 1937.
AP Photo
The 17-line poem, titled "Blue Song," has been acquired by Washington University in St. Louis, where Williams, as a student in his mid-20s, plummeted into depression before fleeing the city he said he despised.
The poem, penciled in an exam booklet for his failing Greek class at the university, speaks to "a loss of identity, and absolute, complete despair," said Henry Schvey, the Washington University professor and Williams scholar who found the poem and test booklet last March at Faulkner House Books in New Orleans.
"It's clearly someone who feels he's lost his moorings or who he is, or, if he has his identity, it belongs to a different place," Schvey said Tuesday. "Here he was, 25 years old, still an undergraduate, and wearing a jacket and tie everyday to school. He had had this disgraceful situation with a play (that lost an English class competition) and he knew he was going to fail the (Greek) course."
In the poem, originally titled, "Sad Song," and still bearing Williams' eraser marks, the writer divulged feelings that Schvey said he found "very moving."
Williams wrote: "If you should meet me upon a street do not question me for I can tell you only my name and the name of the town I was born in."
"Williams was very dedicated as a poet," said Allean Hale, a University of Illinois theater professor who has written extensively about Williams' early years. As a young man, "He actually thought of himself primarily as a poet, rather than as a playwright."
Biographer Lyle Leverich reported in "Tom: The Unknown Tennessee Williams" (1995), that Williams was concerned about his upcoming Greek final. In a May 30, 1937, journal entry, Williams complains of "Blue devils all this morning" and concludes, "Tomorrow Greek final which I will undoubtedly flunk."
Weeks before he found "Blue Song," Schvey, chair of Washington's performing arts department, had directed the world premiere of "Me, Vashya" ?- a one-act play Williams had written in 1937 for an English class competition ?- for an international symposium on Williams' early career.
Williams' earlier play sketches, read aloud by his English professor, were snippets of what would become "The Glass Menagerie," and were "by far the best in the class," author A.E. Hotchner ("Papa Hemingway," "King of the Hill") recalled in an interview last year. He studied with Williams at Washington in 1936-37. But his classmates snickered and giggled at "Me, Vashya." And when Williams learned he'd lost the contest, he stormed out of class and left the college for good, said Hotchner, whose play won first prize.
Schvey visited New Orleans last year to deliver a paper at the annual Tennessee Williams Scholars' Conference. He stopped by Faulkner House Books and asked the owner if he had any Williams literary ephemera ?- paper remnants, postcards, scraps of paper ?- that weren't on display. Schvey was handed a stack of photographs of Williams and his various lovers, and what turned out to be his Greek test booklet. It was signed Th. Williams for the young Thomas Lanier Williams. In 1939, he changed his name to Tennessee.
The blue book had Williams' translations from Greek to English and vice versa, with test grades and "at the very back, written in pencil, just as the exam had been, was 'Blue Song,'" Schvey said. He immediately arranged for the school to acquire the find ?- which he said is significant ?- for several thousand dollars. He's in the process of having the poem published.
Williams left Washington University ?- and St. Louis ?- over his humiliation with the reception of "Me, Vashya" and because he was failing Greek. Williams also spent unhappy times here because of familial infighting and dysfunction that Schvey said formed the crucible for his best work. Williams later acknowledged his formative years in St. Louis profoundly shaped his writing.
I suddenly feel sad.
The trumpet vine
Covered the arbor with audacity
And defiance.
It dared the humming bird
With blare and pompous
Declaration to stay clear,
And yet the tiny body
Of bronze and blue,
Darted in, then out
Capturing the pollen
And fluttering its tiny wings
As if to say, I may be small
But I am quick,
You are only thick
And wild.
I am color's child.
I am nature's hue.
And the vine suddenly
Turned blue.
by Letty
well folkswe try to be a full service station so for the elderly in our audience (like me) I'd like to offer this tip on an exercise to build arm strength and stamina.
Just came across this exercise suggested for seniors, to
build muscle strength in the arms and shoulders. It seems
so easy, so I thought I'd pass it on to some of my younger
friends. The article suggested doing it three days a week.
Begin by standing on a comfortable surface, where you have
plenty of room at each side.
With a 5-lb. potato sack in each hand, extend your arms
straight out from your sides, and hold them there as long
as you can. Try to reach a full minute, then relax.
Each day, you'll find that you can hold this position for
just a bit longer.
After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-lb. potato sacks.
Then 50-lb. potato sacks, and eventually try to get to
where you can lift a 100-lb. potato sack in each hand
and hold your arms straight for more than a full minute.
After you feel confident at that level, put a potato in
each of the sacks; but be careful.
Heh! heh!, Well, Bob, thanks for that bit of info. Another wonderful test of endurance and exercise involves climbing up on a stepladder and attempting to change florescent light bulbs encased in a recessed skylight. Try that sometimes.
My goodness, WA2K has become all American again. Perhaps this interesting bit of news will awaken France:
France Honors Actor Bruce Willis
Wed Apr 13,11:45 AM ET Movies - AP
PARIS - France honored American movie star Bruce Willis Wednesday, making him an officer in the Order of Arts and Letters, one of the country's top awards for cultural achievement.
AP Photo
"France pays homage to an actor who represents the force of American cinema and the power of emotions that he invites us to share on screens throughout the world," Culture Minister Renaud Donnedieu de Vabres said as he presented the award to Willis in an ornate salon at the ministry.
Willis, 50, thanked both France and the minister for what he called a "great, great honor."
The actor, who does not speak French, read from a script during his brief speech but still managed to make some grammatical slip-ups.
"I'm nervous. Bonjour Paris," Willis said.
"I am extremely touched by this medal .... We all belong to the same artistic community."
He concluded by saying, "Vive la France!"
The award is conferred on those who have particularly distinguished themselves in an artistic or literary fields.
Willis was in Paris promoting his latest movie, "Hostage." It is directed by France's Florent-Emilio Siri.
And here's some good news about one of our missing members:
Just heard from Morganwood, and although he has been in the hospital and just got released, he seems to be doing better.
Please think of him, my friends, and hope for a full recovery.
More later, listeners, with songs to attract the Germans and Brits.
Here he his with French minister of culture Renaud Donnedieu de Vabres.
Well, listeners, I was expecting to see Francis with Vabres. What a disappointment to see only that Die Hard fellow.
Hmmmm. Clint Eastwood in Japan--Bruce Willis in France. What is America coming to? Coming to grips with the fact that we are a world culture now, I hope.
The Poor People of Paris
Friday, January 28, 2005 at 7:30pm
Dazzling chanteuse/woodwind player, Elsie Parker, and her jazz trio join forces with the orchestra, performing unique French music from the 1920s to today. Their sensual repertoire ranges from Edith Piaf and Michel Legrand to Swing and original songs, in French and English.
WOW!
As you know, Prince Charles married his longtime
girlfriend Camilla Parker-Bowles over the weekend.
It's a mixed marriage. He's an Episcopalian; I believe
she's a Clydesdale.
Or an Ecopalian, Bob. That's Episcopalian with the pis knocked out.
Ah, Francis. Thanks for showing us that lovely chanteuse. I was impressed that she sings jazz and also plays clarinet. Couldn't find one song by her, however.
All right, listeners. Let's try luring McTag back:
Lyrics
This is an old Scottish drinking tune that was printed in Tea Table Miscellany in 1740. It was later used as the basis for the Jacobite tune The Wee German Lairdie. Blyth, blyth, blyth, was she,
Blyth was she but and ben;
And well she loo'd a Hawick gill,
And leugh to see a tappit-hen.
She took me in and set me down,
And heght to keep me lawin-free;
But cunning carlin'that she was,
She gart me birle my bawbee.
We loo'd the liquor well enough;
But wae's my heart my cash was done,
Before that I had quenched my drouth,
And laith I was to pawn my shoon.
When we had three times toomed our stoup,
And the neist chappin new begun,
In started, to heeze up our hope,
Young Andro wi' his cutty gun.
The Carlin' brought her kebbuck ben,
With girdle-cakes well toasted brown;
Well does the canny kimmer ken,
They gar the scuds gae glibber down.
We ca'd the bicker aft about,
Till dawning we ne'er lee'd our bun
And ay the cleanest drinker out
Was Andro wi' his cutty gun.
He did like ony mavis sing,
And as I in his oxter sat,
He ca'd me ay his bonnie thing,
And mony a sappy kiss I gat.
I hae been east, I hae been west
I hae been far ayont the sun,
But the blythest lad that e'er I saw
Was Andro wi' his cutty gun.
Hmmm, listeners. I think I understand a French chanson better than those lyrics. Hope they are presentable.
"Elsie Parker, founder of the group The Poor People of Paris, became fascinated with songs of classic French singers, and especially enjoys performing the earlier repertoire of the legendary Edith Piaf.
Elsie also performs songs associated with Charles Aznavour, Hervé Vilard, Mireille Mathieu, Michel Legrand, Patricia Kaas, Axel Red, Jaques Brel, Leo Marjane, Eddy Mitchell, Vanessa Paradis, Gilbert Becaud, Serge Lama, and Charles Trenet, as well as performing her own original material. Her instrumental playing is influenced by works by Argentian tenor saxophonist/composer Gato Barbieri and American clarinetist Eddie Daniels."
I could not find the lyrics of a song of her I love "Elle se souvient", but I can provide from any of those French singers above if you cite one...
Francis, chere. Just choose any that you like. I will keep the faith and try to locate some jazz songs by her.
Let's hear some elan for Elsie, folks.
Patricia Kaas - Mademoiselle chante le blues.
(d. barbelivien/b. medhi)
Y'en a qui élèvent des gosses au fond des hlm
Y'en a qui roulent leurs bosses du brésil en ukraine
Y'en a qui font la noce du coté d'Angoulême
Et y'en a qui en peuvent plus de jouer les sex symbols
Y'en a qui vendent l'amour au fond de leur bagnole
Mademoiselle chante le blues
Soyez pas trop jalouses
Mademoiselle boit du rouge
Mademoiselle chante le blues
Y'en a huit heures par jour qui tapent sur des machines
Y'en a qui font la cour masculine féminine
Y'en a qui lèchent les bottes comme on lèche des vitrines
Et y'en a míme qui font du cinéma, qu'on appellent marilyn
Mais marilyn dubois s'ra jamais Norma Jean
Faut pas croire que l'talent c'est tout c'qu'on s'imagine
Elle a du gospel dans la voix et elle y croit
Y'en a qui s'font bonne soeur, avocat, pharmacienne
Y'en a qui ont tout dit quand elles ont dit je t'aime
Y'en a qui sont vieilles filles du du coté d'Angoulême
Y'en a même qui jouent femmes libérées
Petit joint et gardénal qui mélangent vie en rose et image d'epinal
Qui veulent se faire du bien sans jamais s'faire du mal
Ah, ye canna bate a wheen verses i' the guid broad Scots tongue.
But don't ask me what it was all about. (A comely young woman takes a gullible lad into an alehouse and separates him from his cash- so nothing much changes, listeners, even down the centuries)
But thanks, Letty- where do you get them from? Most amazing.
Hmmm, Francis. It seems that most of the lyrics refer to women who are unmarried and sing the blues all over the world.
Lovely to read, however. Just remembered a Cole Porter tune from Can Can. C'est Magnifique? Hope I spelled that correctly.
Well, well. Here's McTag, listeners. It's called Google, my Briton friend.
Thousands of Highland tunes there. I'll find a link to the kilt page shortly.
Sooooo, the words were just the same old "somebody done somebody wrong songs." <smile>
The site heard round the world:
http://www.contemplator.com/folk.html
There you go, Brit.
Now how to get Norway and Denmark back? APB, perhaps?
Wales has vanished again. Aussies are sluggish.
Well, listeners. Speaking of sluggish, Letty needs a pick me up.
Diana Krall
Pick Yourself up
Nothings impossible I have found
For when my chin is on the ground
I pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again
Don't lose your confidence if you slip
Be grateful for a pleasant trip
And pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start all over again
Work like a soul inspired till the battle of the day is won
You may be sick and tired but you'll be a man my son
Don't you remember the famous man who had to fall to rise again?
They picked themselves up, dust themselves off and started all over again.
Great jazz tune! Back later, folks
