WA2K Radio is now on the air

Here we have it folks--the theatre of the absurd--Spike Jones and Laura Bush--plus Bob's theatre of the absurd, not so absurd.

Bob, The Children in Paradise? There are so many questions that I have about that production. Several things made me listen more intently as the entire thing reminded me of The Red Shoes with Moira Shearer. How very fortunate to have watched that movie on AMC. It was a ballet within a story and was a complete metaphor of the love of art and the ensuing life of undecided love and passion.

Listeners, do you ever get the idea that we are continuing to play this role in the world?

Hi y'all

Just got back from London where I made the acquaintance of our correspondent Francis, whose company I enjoyed greatly. We had a meet with 10 other A2K folks and we all had a very nice time, drinking, eating and talking, and seeing a bit of London, for a couple of days.
A very nice occasion.

Before leaving the city, Fiona and I walked down The Strand and Fleet Street, and up Ludgate Hill to St Paul's, and from there across the river on the new Millennium Bridge. The weather was sunny, and the city looked fine, as it has looked for hundreds of years:

Earth hath not anything to show more fair.. Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty.. This city now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning, silent, bare.. Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields and to the sky.. All bright and glittering in the smokeless air

Never did sun more beautifully steep.. In his first splendour, valley, rock and hill
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep.. The river glideth at his own sweet will
Dear God! The very houses seem asleep.. And all this mighty heart is lying still.

McTag, honey. I noticed that you picked up the accent from Southern England quite well. <smile>

Thank you so much for the update with full crew and cast, especially the street scene with you and Fiona. Please tell us more when your fingers are fresh and your tea is hot. :wink:

Theatre Of The Absurd
Ian Hunter

My tea turned seven shades darker
as I sit 'n' write these words
and London's gettin' paler
in my theatre of the absurd.
You figured for an evening
and you made it all worthwile.
It's seldom people have a job
and even rarer that I smile.

Play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
and never ever ours.
Play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Someone took the park away
but they left a lonely flower.

And if your songs be classics,
throw them to the hurd.
Truth is where they came from
and not this theatre of the absurd.
Some say you wanted to play for me
but it's only what you've heard
that made you want to capture me
in your theatre of the absurd.
It was not me, I said myself
and you must do so, too.
I hope you have the strength to stay
when I'll be watchin' you.

So baby,
play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
and never ever ours.
Play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Someone took the park away
but they left a lonely flower.

Oh when I got here back home tonight
something within me stirred.
Oh it must have been a different kind of play
that touched my theatre of the absurd.
Now I'll be on my way alone
But an interesting thing occurred
See nobody ever shared too much
in my theatre of the absurd.
And there I was back in London,
thought about history.
It was just like being in school again
but I felt something movin' in me.
Hearin' just a bit of the future,
oh it's comin' and it's still blurred
and that's the only thing worth living for
in my theatre of the absurd.

Come on,
play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
and never ever ours.
Oh play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Someone took the park away
but they left a lonely flower.

(Beautiful)
Play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
(John, come on)
Play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Oh, play me some, (Come on, Eric) play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Oh, play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
...

WOW! dj, that music was perfectly timed. I listened to every single lyric and it was quite mystic.

For those of us who are uninitiated, listeners. Here is some info about Ian Hunter:

http://www.ringotour.com/2001/2001ian_bio.htm

Back later, staff and audience.

This is cyberspace, WA2K radio

it's a very hard song to find, but it's one of my favourite ian hunter songs

dj, often the things that are hardest to find are the most valuable.

Actually, listeners, the only value that lies in gold is the fact that all that was mined is still around somewhere. Although silver tarnishes, I prefer it's lovely gleam by candlelight.

The exotic twinkle of crystal, especially waterford, is its true value.

Depression song:

OTIS REDDING LYRICS


Try A Little Tenderness

[This is for you] Ooh she may be weary
And them young girls they do get weary
Wearing that same old shaggy dress
But when they get weary
[You gotta] try a little tenderness

[Tell you, might not believe it, but]
You know she's waiting
Just anticipating
The thing that she'll never, never, possess,no,no
But while [all the time] she's without it
Go to her and try just a little bit of tenderness
[Thats all you gentlemen gotta do]

Oh,but its one thing
It might be a bit sentimental yeah, yeah
She has - her greaves and care
But the soft words [they] are spoken so gentle
Yeah
But, oh, that makes it, makes it easier to bear, yeah

You wont regret it
No no,
Them young girls they dont forget it
[Cause] Love is their whole, whole happiness Yes, yes, yeah

And its all so easy
Come on and try
Try a little Tenderness
Yeah Try
Just keep on trying

You've got to love her
Squeeze her
Don't tease her Make love [Get to her]
Hold her tight
Just, just try a little tenderness
Thats all you gotta do
Youve gotta hold her tight

One more time
You`ve got to love her
hold her Don't tease her
Never leave her
Make love to her
Hold her, man

Try a little tenderness
[Just one time] God have mercy now

All you`ve gotta do
Love her
You've gotta hold her
Don't squeeze her
Never leave her Y
ou gotta now,now,now

Watch it , tell everybody
Try
Try a little tenderness

You gotta make love
Don't tease her
Never leave her
Rub her down
Smooth her, soothe her
Move her
Love her
Rub her
Gotta gotta, zak it to her
Try some tenderness

Oh yeah
Tenderness
Little tendernes
Gotta, lord you gotta hold her
Squeeze her Never leave her

Yes, folks, it's the touching that is the most wonderful thing on earth.

What the heck was that?

<sound of wire-service telegraphy>

SPOKEN: Hello, ev'ryone, This is your Action News reporter with all the news that
is news across the nation on the scene at the supermarket. There seems to have
been some disturbance here. Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened?

SPOKEN: Yeah, I did. I's standin' over there by the tomaters and here he comes-
runnin' through the pole beans, through the fruits ''n' vegetables, nekked as a
jaybird. 'n' I hollered over t'Ethel, I said "DON'T LOOK, ETHEL!!" 'n' it's too late-
she'd already been INcensed.

(Here he comes)
Looka dat, looka dat
(There he goes)
Looka dat, looka dat
(And he ain't wearin' no clothes)

Whoa, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
(Looka dat, looka dat)
Fastest thing on two feet
Looka dat, looka dat
He's just as proud as he can be of his anatomy
He gun give us a peek
Oh, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
(Looka dat, looka dat)
He likes to show off his physique
(Looka dat, looka dat)
If there's an audience to be found
He'll be streakin' A-round invitin' public critique <"zipppp" kazoo sound>

SPOKEN: This is your Action News reporter once again and we're here at the gas
station. Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened?

SPOKEN: Yeah, I did. I's just in here gettin' my tawres checked 'n' he just
appeared outta the back. Come streakin' around the grease rack there-didn't have
nuthin on but a smile!! I looked at her and Ethel was gettin' 'er a cold drink. I
hollered "DON'T LOOK, ETHEL!!" But it's too late-she'd already been MOONED!!
Flashed her right there in front of the shock absorbers!!

(He ain't crude)
(Looka dat, looka dat)
(He ain't rude)
(Looka dat, looka dat)
(He's just in the mood to run in the nude)

Whoa, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
(Looka dat, looka dat)
He likes to turn other cheek
(Looka dat, looka dat)
He's always makin' the news wearin' just his tennis shoes
Guess you could call him unique <"zipppp" kazoo sound>

<sound of wire-service telegraphy>

SPOKEN: Once again, your Action News reporter in the booth at the gym covering
the disturbance at the basketball playoff. Pardon me, sir, did you see what
happened?

SPOKEN: Yeah, I did. Halftime, I's just goin' down there to get Ethel a snow cone.
Here he come, right outta the cheap seats, dribblin'. Right down the middle of the
floor. Didn't have on nothin' but his Keds! Made a hook shot and got out through
the concession stand. I hollered up at Ethel, I said "DON'T LOOK, ETHEL!!"..Too
late. She'd already gotten a free shot. Grandstand. Right there in front of the
home team.

Whoa, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>

CLOSING: Not totally decipherable because 3 things are going on at once. Ray is
singing a verse and the backup singers are doing (Looka dat, looka dat) while Ray,
on an overlaid track is speaking <Fastest thing on two feet> "Ethel! Is that you
Ethel? < He's just as proud as he can be > What do<of his anatomy> you think
you're doin? < He gonna give us a peek> You get your clothes on !!"
Whoa, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
"Ethel, where you goin'? < He likes to show off his physique> Ethel, you
shameless hussy!!" <If there's an audience to be found, he'll be streakin' A-round
invitin' public critique> Say it isn't SO, Ethel

edgar, my godson did that once. Ah, what fools we are for the trends of the time.

And from the peeping tom's of the world:







Lady Godiva depicted by Pre-Raphaelite artist John Collier, circa 1898 Shocking scene as lady rides naked in city! So this is not fresh news, but the impact of Lady Godiva's horse riding antics still captures the imagination.




We were able to use the beautiful John Collier painting on our banner to celebrate this decadent moment in Coventry's history thanks to the Herbert Art Gallery and Museum.

The Pre-Raphaelite painting is part of their permanent collection and is the jewel in the crown of their ongoing exhibition: Lady Godiva and Sutherland Highlights.

The lady


Coventry's own Godiva, Pru Porretta, in action
The significance of the story to Coventry goes beyond titillation, although the main character being naked has certainly helped the story gain momentum over the past nine hundred years.

However it is Lady Godiva's generosity that has given her a special place in the hearts of the city's people.

Although the story of her horse-ride may be legend, the woman and her influence were definitely real.

Lady Godiva lived in the 11th Century and her charity and power is well documented.

Godiva was the first woman to be mentioned in the Domesday Book and was married to Leofric, the Earl of Mercia and Lord of Coventry.

Together they founded the Benedictine Priory and later the Cathedral of St Mary. On that site recent archaeological excavations have un-earthed some fascinating objects.

Information about the finds and the project is now on display at the Priory Visitors Centre.

The legend


Statue of Lady Godiva in Cathedral lanes, Coventry
The story tells how Lady Godiva was upset with Leofric for crippling the development of Coventry with taxes.

She persistently pleaded with her husband, who eventually said he would reduce the taxes if she rode naked on a horse across the town.

Of course he never imagined she would complete the challenge.

Everyone showed their respect by staying indoors and with only her long hair to cover her, Lady Godiva rode through the deserted streets.

Only one person looked - the character we now know as Peeping Tom - but as he gave in to the temptation he was struck blind.

Amazed by her compassionate deed, Leofric fulfilled his promise and reduced the taxes immediately.

The Godiva Procession


Costumed participant in the Godiva procession
To celebrate this original - and most dramatic - benefactor, the Godiva festival and procession happen annually in Coventry.

This traditional foot procession started in 1678 and has been revived in recent years by CV One.

Godiva Procession 2003

The Godiva Procession 2003 will take place on Saturday 7 June, departing from the cathedral ruins at 11am and processing around the city before ending in the Memorial Park.

There were well over 1000 participants in Godiva Procession 2002 and Godiva Procession 2003 promises to be even bigger, more colourful and more musical.

Follow the link on the left to see the spectacular historic costumes from the Godiva Procession 2002.

Godiva Festival weekend


Performer at the Godiva Festival
The Godiva Festival takes place over the weekend of the procession.

It is a free festival featuring live music, the Godiva Historic Car Run, family and childrens' entertainment, a history fair, a fairground, craft stalls and more.

In 2003, the Godiva Festival runs from 6-8 June.

Sorry, listeners. Can't find the lyrics to the Beatles song, "Lady Godiva"

There is something about that image that goes to the archetypal stirrings in all of us.

Well, edgar. As I have always observed:

The final frontier is the imagination of the human mind.

The imagination is a territory every bit as large as the physical universe.

Much, much larger, right listeners?

From the pen of Walt Whitman:

When I heard the Learn'd Astronomer

When I heard the learn'd astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and
measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much
applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.

Imagination (Is A Powerful Deceiver)
Elvis Costello

So you're trying to make connection, you heard whispers in the hall
She'll be out again this evening, when you come around to call
So, you dodge the lady-killer, who came creepin' 'cross the floor
Then you caught up in a whirlwind, you got blown right out the door

Oh, yes, it was a whirlwind, sweet romance was on your side
If you wanna dance on my face, you must tell me why ya' lied

Imagination is a powerful deceiver
When you try to believe her just a little too much
Imagination is a powerful deceiver
I'll go out of my mind, if I'm losing your touch

I see a look of recognition, so well hidden in your eye
And your peepshow regulations, they just don't seem to apply,
Well, did I see you in the circus, in the ring without a hand
Now you think that you can curse us, steal the show and stop the band

Oh, you can follow your dreams, oh but please don't lead me on,
If you wanna bleed in my face, you were here and now you're gone

Imagination is a powerful deceiver
When you try to believe her just a little too much
Imagination is a powerful deceiver
I'll go out of my mind, if I'm losing your touch
I'll go out of my mind, if I'm losing your touch
I'll go out of my mind, if I'm losing your touch

and for dj:

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

i should read more frost, i know the standards of course, but there appears to be so much more

dj, your songs are lyric poetry, honey. They are just as beautiful as the music would be alone. Yes, Canada, imagination CAN be a powerful deceiver, it all depends on the deceivee. <smile>

For all of you here:

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'neath the cover of october skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Chorus:
Can I just have one a' more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait 'til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide

Chorus

Repeat 1st verse

One more moondance with you in the moonlight
On a magic night
La, la, la, la in the moonlight
On a magic night
Can't I just have one more dance with you my love
Van Morrison

That is my goodnight song, listeners.

From Letty with love

Cat Stevens - Moonshadow

I'm being followed by a moon shadow
Moon shadow moon shadow
Leaping and hopping on a moon shadow
Moon shadow moon shadow
And if I ever lost my hands
Lose my plough, lose my land
Oh, if I ever lose my hands- Oh, if...
I wont have to work no more
And if I ever lose my eyes
If my colours all run dry
Yes if I ever lose my eyes,I won't have to cry no more.
Yes, I'm being followed by a moon shadow
Moon shadow moon shadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moon shadow moon shadow
And if I ever lose my legs
I won't moan and I won't beg
Oh if I ever lose my legs- Oh if...
I won't have to walk no more
And if I ever lose my mouth
All my teeth, north and south
Yes, if I ever lose my mouth- Oh if...
I won't have to talk...
Did it take long to find me
I ask the faithful light
Did it take long to find me
And are you going to stay the night
I'm being followed by a moon shadow
Moon shadow moon shadow
Moon shadow moon shadow
Moon shadow moon shadow

Steve Forbert's Midsummer Night's Toast
Steve Forbert p

Here's to all you all you lucky dogs, it's heads or tails.
Here's to all you filthy rich, I wish you well.
Here's to all the pretty women made for cash.
And here's to dashing daddy's son he's such a flash.

Well, I been lookin' and walkin' 'round the
sunset square,
Singin' an' talkin' with my friends down there,
sittin' an' lis'nin' with a young man's ear,
to all the rainbow dreams

Here's to all the shitty jobs that I despise.
Here's to two-bit guarantees and other lies.
Here's to roads of burning tar and hot cement.
Here's to money in my hand and where it went.

Well, I got my fingers a-tapping on the hard,
stone steps.
I'm waiting for lightning and the rains to fall.
Young lovers are loafin' with their sidewalk smiles
And all their rainbow dreams.

Amy Alice in the Summer
With a sack lunch and a punch card.
See my sister with a drag job.
Man, she feels like she's a hundred years ago.

Here's to people living lives that they regret.
Work your fingers to the bone and sink in debt.
Here's to all those shaky tricks that hustlers try.
You know their easy money is oft' times hard.
They flash a grin an' they wink their eye, well...

I been livin' an' breathin' in the rat trap town.
Tryna get over where the wall breaks down.
Holdin' my head up with my thin tired arms
and all my rainbow dreams

Allegheny Moon - Patti Page

[ by Dick Manning and Al Hoffman]

Allegheny Moon I need your light
To help me find romance tonight
So shine, shine
(Shine on tonight)
Allegheny Moon your silver beams
Can lead the way to golden dreams
So shine, shine, shine

High among the stars so bright above
The magic of your lamp of love
Can make him mine
Allegheny Moon it's up to you
Please see what you can do
For me and for my one and only love
(Allegheny Moon)

So shine, shine, shine

High among the stars so bright above
The magic of your lamp of love
Can make him mine
Allegheny Moon it's up to you
Please see what you can do
For me and for my one and only love
Shine on me tonight
Allegheny Moon