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McTag
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 05:53 am
You got it there, Francis: It's "Promised Land", composed and sung by Chuck Berry, and sung by many others since. I think it's a major song, a seminal work, as they say.

I left my home in norfolk virginia,
California on my mind.
Straddled that greyhound, rode him past raleigh,
On across caroline.

Stopped in charlotte and bypassed rock hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the georgia state.

We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,
Half way 'cross alabam,
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown birmingham.

Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,
Ridin' cross mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of birmingham
Smoking into new orleans.

Somebody help me get out of louisiana
Just help me get to houston town.
There's people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down.

Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,
Put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land.

Workin' on a t-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state;
The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it to the telephone.

Los angeles give me norfolk virginia,
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line
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McTag
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 06:00 am
Oh dear, I see I got one of my lines slightly skew-whiff. Sorry about that, I'm afraid you'll have to sue me. :wink:
That's Great Britain 1, The Rest of the World 0

Laughing
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 06:02 am
Letty wrote:


Someone taught me how to do images on Google, audience. Cool



BRAVO, Letty. We all knew you could do it. Very Happy
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 06:12 am
And exactly what does Francophonic Francis win, McTag? A pre paid trip to London town? Very Happy

Ah, Raggedy. If only I could do more than just open an image door. <smile>

Well, listeners. Ordinary me has stuff to do before I drop the other shoe.

Back later, my friends.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 10:59 am
As if traffic wasn't screwed up enough now look what we've got. Maryland came up with a new wrinkle.

U.S. National - AP

Herd of Buffalo Disrupts Traffic in Md.

22 minutes ago



PIKESVILLE, Md. - A herd of buffalo somehow got loose and wandered around an upscale neighborhood Tuesday, disrupting traffic and alarming homeowners before officers managed to corral them in a tennis court.



More than a dozen police cars and a police helicopter were used to herd the roughly 10 beasts, authorities said.

"Somehow they figured it out; I've got to give a lot of credit to the creativity of our officers," police spokesman Shawn Vinson said.

Authorities have identified the owner of the buffalo but did not release the person's name immediately.

Residents in the Baltimore suburb first reported that buffalo were meandering along the road about 7 a.m.

Police shut down several major traffic arteries, including a section of the Baltimore Beltway, while they tried to anticipate which way the buffalo would roam.

Officers eventually managed to maneuver the buffalo onto the tennis court about a mile from where they first were spotted.


And heard faintly in the distance was......


"Original" text by
Dr. Brewster Higley (1876)

Oh, give me a home where the Buffalo roam
Where the Deer and the Antelope play;
Where never is heard a discouraging word,
And the sky is not clouded all day.

CHORUS
A home! A home!
Where the Deer and the Antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the sky is not clouded all day.

Oh! give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Throws its light from the glittering streams,
Where glideth along the graceful white swan,
Like the maid in her heavenly dreams.

Oh! give me a gale of the Solomon vale,
Where the life streams with buoyancy flow;
On the banks of the Beaver, where seldom if ever,
Any poisonous herbage doth grow.

How often at night, when the heavens were bright,
With the light of the twinkling stars
Have I stood here amazed, and asked as I gazed,
If their glory exceed that of ours.

I love the wild flowers in this bright land of ours,
I love the wild curlew's shrill scream;
The bluffs and white rocks, and antelope flocks
That graze on the mountains so green.

The air is so pure and the breezes so fine,
The zephyrs so balmy and light,
That I would not exchange my home here to range
Forever in azures so bright.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 11:19 am
My word, Bob. Animals be the craziest people:

And a follow up, listeners:

Prosecutors decline chimp attack charges
Sheriff's officials claimed a caretaker left two of three openings unlocked, allowing animals to escape.
By Juliana Barbassa
The Associated Press

BAKERSFIELD -- Officials in-vestigating a savage attack by two chimps at an animal sanctuary said Wednesday the animals' keeper failed to lock two of three doors on their cage, which warranted misdemeanor criminal charges.

"We believe there were violations ... and that's why we submitted the case," said Hal Chealander, commander of the Kern County Sheriff's division that oversees Havilah, a rural, mountainous area near Bakersfield where the attack took place.



However, prosecutors disagreed and decided Tuesday not to charge Virginia Brauer, the chimps' caretaker.

On March 3, the day of the attack, Brauer left open two of the three doors that held the animals in their enclosure, Chealander said.

Brauer told law enforcement officers she was certain the third barrier -- a wire mesh trapdoor held in place by a 4-inch pin about an arm's length from the chimps -- was locked when she hurried out of the pen to help LaDonna and St. James Davis. The couple were bringing a cake and other birthday gifts for Moe, the pet chimp they had sent to Animal Haven Ranch about five months before the attack.

"She left the bunkhouse in a hurry," Chealander said. "But she felt certain the trapdoor was closed and secure."

But as the couple settled in front of the cage holding Moe, four other chimps escaped the enclosure they shared. The two males -- Ollie and Buddy -- attacked St. James Davis, ripping off most of his face, tearing off his foot and biting his limbs and genitals. Davis was transported to Loma Linda University Medical Center, where he remains unconscious and in critical condition.

Chealander said the chimps probably escaped because, unbeknownst to Brauer, they had learned to reach through the wire mesh and push up the pin that held the door in place -- a trick investigators saw the female chimps perform during a March 10 visit. The male chips were shot shortly after the attack.

The two agencies that investigated -- the sheriff's department and the state Department of Fish and Game -- found three misdemeanor violations: failure to keep animals under control, failure to keep cages completely enclosed, and failure to house animals to prevent escape.

But the Kern County District Attorney's Office refused to pursue the case.

"Had there been some evidence that the chimpanzees escaped before or evidence that Mrs. Brauer was aware that the lock could be manipulated, a misdemeanor prosecution might be appropriate; however, there was no such evidence," District Attorney Edward R. Jagels said in a statement.

He did not respond Wednesday to calls seeking comment about the two unlocked cage doors.

I went to the animal fair,
The birds and bees were there.
The old racoon,
By the light of the moon,
Was combing her crimson hair.
The monkey he got drunk.
And sat on the elephant's trunk.
The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees,
And what became of the monk; the monk; the monk?

My word, listeners. When will we learn that wild things are wild things.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 11:37 am
There's an unsubstantiated rumor going around that we're brighter than the apes. The apes refuse to believe it. A relatively low segment of the human population concurs.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 12:05 pm
Very Happy Don't believe it for a moment, Bob:

Another bit of news, listeners:

Hellfighters: black US tourism booms in Paris

Sun Apr 24, 5:43 PM ET


PARIS (AFP) - From the jazz-clubs of "Black Montmartre" to the scene of the first Pan African Congress and the house on the Champs-Elysees where Thomas Jefferson lived with his slave Sally Hemings: the French capital is rich in associations for African-Americans.





But until recently it was impossible for a visitor to gain more than a fleeting impression of how important Paris has been over the last two centuries in the cultural and political development of black US citizens.


Now a new form of tourism in the city has emerged thanks to growing demand from the educated African-American middle-class.


Guides are offering culturally-specific tours to open up the rich heritage of Josephine Baker, James Baldwin, Richard Wright, Sidney Bechet and the scores of others who saw the city of light as a haven from the suffocating restrictions back home.


And despite a hard knock from the September 11 aftermath, business is beginning to boom.

From the fertile mind of Richard Wright, a haiku:

I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
Took my name away.

So much said in so few words.



"Cultural tourism is a big deal for African-Americans. Many of them travel to west Africa or Brazil in search of their history -- but we are seeing more and more coming to Paris too," says Ricki Stevenson, a former television journalist from California who runs Black Paris Tours.


Stevenson's circuit begins on the Arc de Triomphe which the abolitionist leader William Wells Brown climbed in 1849 and later told audiences in the US that from the top "you could look out over a city where you are finally free, even from bounty hunters and fugitive slave laws."


Beneath the arch extends the Champs Elysees where at number 92 -- then the US embassy -- Jefferson and Hemings in 1787 began the relationship that for many African-Americans stakes their first claim for admission into official US history.


Stevenson is convinced that the future US president fathered the first of seven children by Hemings here -- though academic debate rages over whether they actually had a sexual affair.


It was also down the Champs Elysees that the Harlem Hellfighters and other black regiments from the US army paraded at the end of World War I -- an episode which marked a turning-point in the love affair between African-Americans and France.


"Black soldiers were despised by their own white commanders, who refused to let them see action. But the French saw them completely differently and the Hellfighters ended up fighting as a unit in the French army. Blacks were treated as human-beings in France and they never forgot it," says Stevenson.


Musicians attached to black units in World War I such as Louis Mitchell and James Europe introduced Paris to jazz, which has been a passion in the city ever since. The first ever jazz concert there probably took place at the Casino de Paris in the Pigalle area in 1917.


If few landmarks from the time remain, visitors can still wander the streets of lower Montmartre and recall the thriving black club scene of the 1920s, where characters such as Ada "Bricktop" Smith, Adelaide Hall and -- of course -- Josephine Baker surfed the craze known as "negrophilie."


Writers followed. Members of the so-called Harlem Renaissance like Langston Hughes hung out in 1920s Montparnasse, and after World War II a new generation of African-Americans took advantage of the G.I. Bill to live out the bohemian -- and unsegregated -- Paris life: Richard Wright, Chester Himes and James Baldwin are only the best-known.


"African-American history is everywhere in Paris but impossible to see unless you have someone to point it out," says Monique Wells, who devises walking itineraries for her clients at Discover Paris.


"Take the Louvre. You would not think there was any link with black Americans. But the father of African-American painting Henry O. Tanner studied in Paris, and some of his pictures were hung in the gallery.


"Or the Luxembourg gardens. This was where the African-American pianist Philippa Schuyler would come for walks with Gaston Monnerville -- the black president of the French Senate -- in the 1960s. If you dig, there is always some connection to our past," she says.





Other spots include the Madeleine church, where the funeral of Josephine Baker took place in great pomp in 1975; the Grand Hotel on the Place de l'Opera where W.E.B. Dubois organised the first Pan African Congress in 1919 on the sidelines of the post-war peace talks; and Haynes restaurant, opened by an African-American in 1949 and still going strong.

The unifying theme of the tours is the vision harboured by generations of black Americans that France was a country where they could more easily be themselves -- free from the obstacles and assumptions that so circumscribed their lives in the United States.
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McTag
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 02:34 pm
Well that's interesting about black society and black musicians in Paris.
Reading jazz history, you learn that american musicians appreciated the chance to play in France and to experience life there.
La vie parisienne. Different from St Louis or Chicago I bet.
It must have been easier for francophone fellows like Sidney Bechet, of course.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 02:42 pm
McTag, who is Sidney Bechet? I know. I could look it up, but I would rather hear you tell our listeners.

and while you are collecting your thoughts, Brit, how about the line to my song:

"...why the gods above me who must be in the know...."

A question for our listeners:

What is it about a simple thread that can turn men into raging, charging bulls?
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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 02:48 pm
Sidney Bechet
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McTag
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 02:52 pm
Letty, every time we say goodbye, I die a little, did you know that? When you're here there's such an air of spring about it. It's almost as if I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it. And how strange the change from major to minor- every time, dear Letty, we say goodbye.
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McTag
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 02:59 pm
Sidney Bechet was a top tootler. Clarinet and soprano saxaphone. A creole/ mixed race musician from New Orleans, he was an innovative improviser and composer.
The best-known song of his I can think of is "Petite Fleur", a very nice tune. He was a contemporary of Louis Armstrong and Jack Teagarden, and was with them a leading figure in the traditional jazz movement.
Now I'll read Walter's link and learn some more. How did I do? Okay for a Scotsman?
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Francis
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 03:01 pm
Take a look on tourists in Paris..

http://perso.wanadoo.fr/gismonda/images/paris-noir.jpg
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 03:01 pm
Well, my goodness, Walter. There's that sheik again. Great site, and thanks. I had no idea that The Sheik of Araby was a multi-track recording. Wow!

Ah, McTag. You are so dear. There's something about that song that makes even the most aggressive melt.

And I will answer that call with another very shortly. <smile>

Don't go away, listeners.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 03:15 pm
Let me puruse these faces, Francis. I think we just looked on the visage of the world.

McTag, You done good for any nationality, honey.<smile>

I'm still searching for the clan of the black watch plaid.

and now for the echoing song to our Scott; our German; Our France




There was a moon out in space
But a cloud drifted over its face
You kissed me and went on your way
The night we called it a day
I heard the song of the spheres
Like a minor lament in my ears
I hadn't the heart left to pray
The night we called it a day
Soft through the dark
The hoot of an owl in the sky
Sad though his song
No bluer was he than I
The moon went down stars were gone
But the sun didn't rise with the dawn
There wasn't a thing left to say
The night we called it a day
There wasn't a thing left to say
The night we called it a day.

Ah, listeners. I love that melody.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 03:43 pm
Louis Armstrong was a lover of Paris even stating it to Bing Crosby in the film High Society.

In 1922, Armstrong joined the exodus to Chicago, where he had been invited by Joe "King" Oliver to join his Creole Jazz Band. Oliver's band was the best and most influential hot jazz band in Chicago in the early 1920s, at a time when Chicago was the center of jazz. Armstrong made his first recordings, playing second cornet in Oliver's band (including taking some solos and breaks), in 1923.

Armstrong was happy working with Oliver, but his wife, pianist Lil Hardin Armstrong, urged him to seek more prominent billing. He and Oliver parted amicably in 1924 and Armstrong moved on to New York City to play with the Fletcher Henderson Orchestra, the top African American band of the day, at which point Armstrong switched to the trumpet to blend in better with the other musicians in his section. During this time, he also made many recordings on the side arranged by his old friend from New Orleans pianist Clarence Williams; these included small jazz band sides (some of the best pairing Armstrong with one of Armstrong's few rivals in fiery technique and ideas, Sidney Bechet) and a series of accompaniments for Blues singers.

When The Saints Go Marching In Lyrics
Artist: Louis Armstrong


I: We are trav'ling in the footsteps
Of those who've gone before
But we'll all be reunited (But if we stand reunited)
On a new and sunlit shore (Then a new world is in store)



V: O when the Saints go marching in
When the Saints go marching in
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in


And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in



On that hallelujah day
On that hallelujah day
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

O when the trumpet sounds the call
O when the trumpet sounds the call
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

B: Some say this world of trouble
Is the only one we need
But I'm waiting for that morning
When the new world is revealed

(As Intro)

V: When the revelation (revolution) comes
When the revelation (revolution) comes
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

When the rich go out and work
When the rich go out and work
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

When the air is pure and clean
When the air is pure and clean
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

When we all have food to eat
When we all have food to eat
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

When our leaders learn to cry
When our leaders learn to cry
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in

Quotes about Louis Armstrong

* "He was the only musician who ever lived, who can't be replaced by someone." ~ Bing Crosby

* "You can't play anything on a horn that Louis hasn't played." ~ Miles Davis

* "He was born poor, died rich, and never hurt anyone along the way." ~ Duke Ellington
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 03:58 pm
Hello, Bobby this is Letty, Bobby,
It's so nice to have you back where you belong,
You're looking swell, Bobby,
I can tell, Bobby,
You still glowing,
You still growing,
You still going strong.

I feel the room swaying,
Cause the band's playin'
One of those old songs
You knew from way back when,

So show some snap, fellows,
Find him an empty lap, fellows.
Bobby will never go away again.

How's that, Boston
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 04:08 pm
Letty my love you're too much and yet not enough. We'll never tire of you and pray you don't of us.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 26 Apr, 2005 04:14 pm
It's wonderful to know you all here on WA2K radio. Just because I'm retired doesn't mean I'm in bed, but it does mean that it's cocktail time here at the Letty household. Razz

Back later, listeners:
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