WA2K Radio is now on the air

well, Texas, without an audience there would be no performance, right?

Right. Music carried me through all the low points in life and it soothes me now in a reflecting age.

Good Morning:

May 8 Birthdays:

1829 Louis Moreau Gottschalk, pianist/composer (New Orleans, LA; died 1869)
1884 Harry S. Truman, 33d president of the United States (Lamar, MO; died 1972)
1895 Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen, religious leader and radio/TV personality (El Paso, IL; died 1979)
Edmund Wilson, literary/social critic (Red Bank, NJ; died 1972)
1912 Robert Johnson, blues guitarist/singer/songwriter (Hazelhurst, MS; died 1938)
1926 David Attenborough, author/naturalist (London, England)
Don Rickles, comedian/actor (New York, NY)
1932 Sonny Liston, champion boxer (St. Francis County, AR; died 1970)
1937 Thomas Pynchon, novelist (Glen Cove, NY)
1940 Peter Benchley, author (New York, NY)
1943 Toni Tennille, singer (Montgomery, AL)
1945 Keith Jarrette, jazz pianist (Allentown, PA)
1964 Melissa Gilbert, actress (Los Angeles, CA)
1975 Enrique Iglesias, singer (Madrid, Spain)



and for all Moms:

M is for the million things she gave me.
O means only that she's growing old.
T is for the tears were shed to save me.
H is for her heart of purest gold.
E is for her eyes, with love light shining.
R means right, and right she'll always be.

Put them all together they spell Mother .........and darn if I can remember the last lines, but anyway,

My mom used to sing that, with a twinkle in her eye, whenever we had a disagreement, anticipating a giggle from me. It never failed. Those arguments always ended in laughter.

There's our Raggedy, dependable as usual. Thank you, honey, for continuing to be always faithful.

semper fideles <smile> Which reminds me. I haven't seen George about in a bit.

Ah, I see Mr. Benchley is still with us, but as far as I know, no Jaws IV.

Since this is a family day and we've had such interactions with our European friends and I have such an avid fascination with history I thought I'd supply a little who's who for the van Gogh family.



Van Gogh's Family Tree

His dizzy aunt ----------------------------------------------------Verti Gogh

The brother who ate prunes ---------------------------------Gotta Gogh

The brother who worked at a convenience store -------Stop n Gogh

The grandfather from Yugoslavia ---------------------------U Gogh

/**/The cousin from Illinois ------------------------------------Chica Gogh

His magician uncle ----------------------------------------------Where-diddy Gogh

His Mexican cousin ----------------------------------------------A mee Gogh

The Mexican cousin's American half-brother -------------Gring Gogh

The nephew who drove a stage coach---------------------Wells-far Gogh

The constipated uncle -----------------------------------------Cant Gogh

The ballroom dancing aunt -----------------------------------Tang Gogh

The bird lover uncle ---------------------------------------------Flamin Gogh

His nephew psychoanalyst ------------------------------------E Gogh

The fruit loving cousin ------------------------------------------Man Gogh

An aunt who taught positive thinking -----------------------Way-to Gogh

The little bouncy nephew --------------------------------------Poe Gogh

A sister who loved disco ----------------------------------------Go Gogh

And his niece who travels the country in a van -----------Winnie Bay Gogh

/**/Well, there you Gogh!/**/

Bob, that was priceless! First smile that I've had today.

I have no idea where our other countries are lurking, listeners. Ah, well.

Perhaps in a fortnight!

That's powerful indeed

Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, you played one of their songs. I just had lunch with a guy who recorded Stephen Stills (and Judy Collins), and I'm having dinner with him later. I'll get you his autograph if you like.

Judy Collins is one of my top favorites.

Albatross
written and performed by Judy Collins

The lady comes to the gate dressed in lavender and leather
Looking North to the sea she finds the weather fine
She hears the steeple bells ringing through the orchard
All the way from town
She watches seagulls fly
Silver on the ocean stitching through the waves
The edges of the sky

Many people wander up the hills
From all around you
Making up your memories and thinking they have found you
They cover you with veils of wonder as if you were a bride
Young men holding violets are curious to know if you have cried
And tell you why
And ask you why
Any way you answer

Lace around the collars of the blouses of the ladies
Flowers from a Spanish friend of the family
The embroid'ry of your life holds you in
And keeps you out but you survive
Imprisoned in your bones
Behind the isinglass windows of your eyes

And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain
Down the hills through the long grass to the sea
And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain
Come away alone

Even now by the gate with you long hair blowing
And the colors of the day that lie along your arms
You must barter your life to make sure you are living
And the crowd that has come
You give them the colors
And the bells and wind and the dream

Will there never be a prince who rides along the sea and the mountains
Scattering the sand and foam into amethyst fountains
Riding up the hills from the beach in the long summer grass
Holding the sun in his hands and shattering the isinglass?

Day and night and day again and people come and go away forever
While the shining summer sea dances in the glass of your mirror
While you search the waves for love and your visions for a sign
The knot of tears around your throat is crystallizing into your design

And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain
Down the hills through the long grass to the sea
And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain
Come away alone
Come away alone...with me.

Aha! listeners, France and England are accounted for.

Still missing Norway and Canada.

McTag, you are joking, no? I know --it must be dys.

edgar, Judy Collins better than Bob Dylan or Tom Waits? <smile>

We need to give Reyn a come hither look:

Peaceful Easy Feeling by the Eagles

I like the way your sparklin' earrings lay
against your skin so brown
and I wanna sleep with you in the desert tonight
with a billion stars all around.

'Cause I got a peaceful easy feelin
and I know you won't let me down
'cause I'm already standin' on the ground.

And I found out a long time ago
what a woman can do to your soul.
Ah, but she can't take you anyway
you don't already know how to go.

And I got a peaceful easy feelin
and I know you won't let me down
'cause I'm already standin' on the ground.

I get this feelin' I may know you
as a lover and a friend
but this voice keeps whispering in my other ear
tells me I may never see you again.

'Cause I get a peaceful easy feelin
and I know you won't let me down
'cause I'm already standin',
I'm already standin',
yes, I'm already standin' on the ground.

I'm just arrivin' in the city and there's music on my mind,
lookin' for my destination and my home is far behind.
'Cause it's a long road ahead
and you can make it in the end
I'm gonna make it with my friends
and I'm tryin'.

It took me some time to see it, now I'm lookin' through this world,
and it's gonna take some time before I get back, help me, girl.
'Cause you can make it if you try,
you gotta lay it on the line
and everything will be fine
if you try.

Sittin' smokin' just a thinkin' is an easy thing to do.
We gotta keep on tryin' for the feelin' to come through.
And it's a lonely way to live,
you gotta take it, you gotta give.
If you mistake it just try again
and I'm tryin', yeah.

Uh-huh-huh, we got to keep on tryin
uh-huh-huh, we got to keep on tryin
uh-huh-huh, we got to keep on tryin
uh-huh-huh, we got to keep on tryin

Whoa, I'm tryin' WE GOT TO KEEP ON TRYIN
Whoa, I'm tryin' WE GOT TO KEEP ON TRYIN
Whoa WE GOT TO KEEP ON TRYIN'.

Don't think Reyn is into ear piercing, however

I personally keep Dylan Leonard Cohen and the Beatles at the pinnacle. But, there are so many talented artists out there, I put none down.

And that's a good thing, edgar, because eclectic music is what we need here on WA2K radio.

Don't have many calls for rap, however.

News item for you grape consumers:

Women, go ahead and enjoy a glass of wine or a bottle of beer with dinner, but don't eat meat with it.

That's the word from University of Minnesota researchers, who have found a startling link between regular drinking and high iron intake from meat and a heightened risk of death from cardiovascular disease. Why is the combination so potentially lethal? The researchers theorize that the alcohol triggers the release of iron from the proteins in the body where the mineral is normally stored, reports Reuters.

The 15-year study of 34,000 U.S. women between the ages of 55 and 69 found that significantly high levels of iron contribute to molecules that can damage body cells and given enough time can promote heart disease, cancer, and other deadly illnesses. In medical lingo, this is called reactive oxygen species and adds to the weight of scientific evidence that oxidative stress plays an important role in the development of cardiovascular disease.

Soooooooo, listeners. We had better stick with white wine and fish!

canada present and accounted for

in song that is

songs featuring canadian towns and cities or provinces

Bobcaygeon
Tragically Hip

I left your house this morning about a quarter after nine
coulda been the Willie Nelson coulda been the wine
when I left your house this morning
it was a little after nine
it was in Bobcaygeon I saw the constellations
reveal themselves one star at a time

Drove back to town this morning with working on my mind
I thought of maybe quitting
thought of leaving it behind
went back to bed this morning
and as I'm pulling down the blind
the sky was dull and hypothetical
and falling one cloud at a time

That night in Toronto with its checkerboard floors
riding on horseback and keeping order restored
til the men they couldn't hang
stepped to the mic and sang
and their voices rang with that Aryan twang

I got to your house this morning just a little after nine
in the middle of that riot
couldn't get you off my mind
so I'm at your house this morning
just a little after nine
cause it was in Bobcaygeon where I saw the constellations
reveal themselves one star at a time


Runnin' Back To Saskatoon
The Guess Who

{Spoken}
There's a province up in Canada that's right next door to ours.
It's called Saskatchewan. And, uh, in that province there's a
small town, uh, where nothing much ever happens, called
Saskatoon. This is a tune about that town. This is called
"Runnin' Back To Saskatoon".


------ harmonica ------

I been hangin' around gas stations
I been learnin' 'bout tires
I been talkin' to grease monkeys
I been workin' on cars

Moose Jaw saw a few, Moosomin too
Runnin' back to Saskatoon
Red Deer, Terrace and a Medicine Hat
Sing another prairie tune
Sing another prairie tune

I been hangin' around libraries
I been learnin' 'bout books
I been talkin' to playwriters
I been workin' on words, phrases

Moose Jaw saw a few, Moosomin too
Runnin' back to Saskatoon
Red Deer, Terrace and a Medicine Hat
Sing another prairie tune
Sing another prairie tune

I been hangin' around hospitals
I been learnin' 'bout dyin'
I been talkin' to heart doctors
I been workin' on disease

Moose Jaw saw a few, Moosomin too
Runnin' back to Saskatoon
Red Deer, Terrace and a Medicine Hat
Sing another prairie tune
Sing another prairie tune

This tune is home grown
Don't come from Hong Kong
This tune is home grown
Don't come from Hong Kong

I been hangin' around grain elevators
I been learnin' 'bout food
I been talkin' to soil farmers
I been workin' on land

Moose Jaw saw a few, Moosomin too
Runnin' back to Saskatoon
Red Deer, Terrace and a Medicine Hat
Sing another prairie tune
Sing another prairie tune

I been hangin' around camera stores
I been learnin' 'bout sight
I been talkin' to film makers
I been workin' on eyes

Moose Jaw saw a few, Moosomin too
Runnin' back to Saskatoon
Red Deer, Terrace and a Medicine Hat
Sing another prairie tune
Sing another prairie tune

This tune is home grown
Don't come from Hong Kong
This tune is home grown
Don't come from Hong Kong


Tillsonburg
Stompin' Tom Connors

While a way down in southern Ontario,
I never had a nickel or a dime to show,
A fellow beeped up in an automobile,
He said, "Ya wanna work in the tobacco fields of...

Chorus:
Tillsonburg (Tillsonburg), Tillsonburg (Tillsonburg),
My back still aches when I hear that word.

He said, "I'll only give ya seven bucks a day,
And if you're any good you'll get a raise in pay,
Your bed's already on the bunkhouse floor,
If it gets a little chilly you can close the door.

Chorus

I was feelin' in the morning anything but fine,
The farmer said, "I'm gonna teach you how to 'prime'."
He said, "You gotta don a pair of oilskin pants,
If you wanna work in the tobacco plants of...

Chorus

We landed in a field that was long and wide,
With one old horse and five more guys,
I asked him where to find the cigarette trees,
When he said, "Bend over," I was ready to leave...

Chorus

He said to pick just the bottom leaves,
And don't start crawlin' on your hands and knees,
Prime your row 'cause you'll get no pay,
For standin' there pickin' at your nose all day

Chorus

With a broken back bendin' over there,
I was wet right through to the underwear,
And it was stuck to my skin like glue,
From the nicotine tar and the morning dew of...

Chorus

Now, the nearest river was two miles from,
The place they were waitin' for the boat to come,
When I heard some talk about makin' the kill,
I was down the highway and over the hill from

Chorus

Now there's one thing you can always bet,
If I never smoke another cigarette,
I might get taken in a lot of deals,
But I won't go work in the tobacco fields of...

Chorus (repeat last line to fade)


Four Strong Winds
Ian Tyson

Four strong winds that blow slowly
Seven seas that run high
All these things that don't change come what may
Now our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for moving on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

Guess I'll go out to Alberta
Weather's good there in the fall
Got some friends that I can go to workin' for
Still I wish you'd change your mind
If I asked you one more time
But we've been thru that a hundred times or more

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All these things that don't change come what may
Now our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

If I get there before the snow flies
And if things are going good
You could meet me if I send you down the fare
But by then it would be winter
Nothing much for you to do
And the wind sure blows cold way out there

Four strong winds that blow slowly
Seven seas that run high
All these things that don't change come what may
Now our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for movin' on

I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way
Yes, I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way


This Beat Goes On
The Kings

Hey Judy, get Trudy
You said to call you up if I was feeling moody
Hey little Donna, still wanna
You said to ring you up if I was in Toronto

I have lots of friends that I can ding at any time
Can mobilize some laughs with just one call
Like a bunch of lunatics we'll act till way past dawn
Sure we'll be rockin' till our strength is gone
Yeah This Beat Goes On

Hey ladies you crazies
Me and Zero request you in the Mercedes
And then we'll ride so zoomy inside
The sky's the limit this time I'm Switchin' to Glide

I don't give a hoot about what people have to say
I'm laughin' as I'm analyzed
Lunatics Anonymous that's where I belong
Sure cause I am one till my strength is gone
Yeah This Beat Goes On

I have lots of friends that I can ding at any time
Can mobilize some laughs with just one call
Like a bunch of lunatics we'll act till way past dawn
Sure we'll be rockin' till our strength is gone
Yeah This Beat Goes On


this last song covers all of canada, literally

Canadian Railroad Trilogy
Gordon Lightfoot

There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
But time has no beginnings and hist'ry has no bounds
As to this verdant country they came from all around
They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall
And they built the mines the mills and the factories for the good of us all

And when the young man's fancy was turnin' to the spring
The railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring
Their minds were overflowing with the visions of their day
And many a fortune lost and won and many a debt to pay

For they looked in the future and what did they see
They saw an iron road runnin' from sea to the sea
Bringin' the goods to a young growin' land
All up through the seaports and into their hands

Look away said they across this mighty land
From the eastern shore to the western strand
Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
We gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Open 'er heart let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow

Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
We're gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Open 'er heart let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow
Get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow

Behind the blue Rockies the sun is declinin'
The stars, they come stealin' at the close of the day
Across the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleeping
Beyond the dark oceans in a place far away

We are the navvies who work upon the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Livin' on stew and drinkin' bad whiskey
Bendin' our old backs 'til the long days are done

We are the navvies who work upon the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Layin' down track and buildin' the bridges
Bendin' our old backs 'til the railroad is done

So over the mountains and over the plains
Into the muskeg and into the rain
Up the St. Lawrence all the way to Gaspe
Swingin' our hammers and drawin' our pay
Drivin' 'em in and tyin' 'em down
Away to the bunkhouse and into the town
A dollar a day and a place for my head
A drink to the livin' and a toast to the dead

Oh the song of the future has been sung
All the battles have been won
O'er the mountain tops we stand
All the world at our command
We have opened up the soil
With our teardrops and our toil

For there was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
And many are the dead men too silent to be real

WOW, dj. When you check in, you do it in style, rather like Francis' stairway. <smile>

"....the sky was dull and hypothetical...." what imagery, dj.

We all love your plethora of songs, right listeners?

PERRY COMO - "Round And Round"

I miss Perry. - eb



Find a wheel and it goes round, round, round
As it skims along with a happy sound
As it goes along the ground, ground, ground
Till it leads you to the one you love

Then your love will hold you round, round, round
In your heart's a song with a brand new song
And your head goes spinning round, round, round
'cause you've found what you've been dreamin' of

In the night you see the oval moon
Going round and round in tune
And the ball of sun in the day
Makes a girl and boy wanna say

Find a ring and put it round, round, round
And with ties so strong that two hearts are bound
Put it on the one you've found, found, found
For you know that this is really love

Find a wheel and it goes round, round, round
As it skims along with a happy sound
As it goes along the ground, ground, ground
Till it leads you to the one you love

Then your love, you'll hold her round, round, round
In your heart's a song with a brand new song
And your head goes spinning round, round, round
'cause you've found what you've been dreamin' of

In the night you see the oval moon
Going round and round in tune
And the ball of sun in the day
Makes a girl and boy wanna say

Find a ring and put it round, round, round
And with ties so strong your two hearts are bound
Put it on the one you've found, found, found
For you know that this is really love

Find a ring, ptu it on
For you know that this is really love, really love,
Really love

ah, edgar. Thank you for that, and I know that our listeners enjoyed it

So, for another Como May song:

On the first of May, it is moving day,
Spring is here, so blow your job,
Throw your job away!
Now's the time to trust,
To your wanderlust,
In the city's dust you wait, must you wait
Just you wait.......!

In a mountain greenery,
Where God paints the scenery
Just two crazy people together.
While you love your lover,
Let blue skies, be your coverlet,
When it rains we'll laugh at the weather.
And if you're good, I'll search for wood,
So you can cook... while I stand looking
Beans could get no keener reception in a beanery
Bless our mountain greenery home!

Simple cooking means
More than French Cuisines
I've a banquet planned which is
Sandwiches and beans
Coffee's just as grand
With a little sand
Eat and you'll grow fatter, boy
`smatter boy? Huh, huh! `Atta boy.

In a mountain greenery,
Where God paints the scenery
Just two crazy people together.
How-how-how-how-how we love sequestering
Where no pests are pestering
No dear momma holds us in tether
Mosquitoes here,
Won't bite you dear,
I'll let them sting, me on the finger!
Beans could get no keener reception in a beanery
Bless our mountain greenery,
Far from life's machinery
Bless our mountain greenery home!

Hi Letty and listeners

Yes, it was Dys, a singular man.

I am still at Walters, and fly home tomorrow. I'm in his study (den) right now so the poor chap is forced to use his #2 computer.

Walter and Mrs Walter are great hosts, so I'm having a lovely time hanging out with them and new friends.

Actually, this one is faster/new - but "McTag's" is mine ...

ah, McTag and Walter. You two have been friends for so long, and I always enjoy seeing you both in our studios.

Isn't it wonderful, listeners, how these kids are willing to share their toys?