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Wow! That is a fabulous song by Harry, edgar. I failed to say that it was Joe Buskin's birthday, incidentally. Love calypso music and to think that South Africa has the knack for it. Thanks for the introduction, buddy.

Speaking of calypso, do you remember Jacques Cousteau? John does.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35x_rwyBh-8

Calypso is a fine song letty.
I could never be satisfied with just hearing the Del Vikings' Come Go With Me, unless I could hear this by the Diamonds at the same time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5SaHPgTdF1g

Thanks, edgar. Jaques invented the aqua lung, incidentally.

Great one by The Diamonds, Texas.

Here's a jazz Lil Darlin' to match yours, buddy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMibKxQWRnw

Ah, me. Daughter is leaving today on a jet plane. Your PD/Producer will be back in a bit.

And another one of my talented friends - this is my friend Uwe singing with the Balingen's Big Band
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=103dsTMKeYc

I uploaded my first video on youtube! German Taiko drummers! If you look very closely you can see my arm on the left side sometimes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=paTUNzBkb7s

Basie genius, letty.
This song by Elvis is a really difficult one to sing. I have heard three or four good artists stumble through it. This is the best. The only other good version I know of is the original, by Clyde McPhatter.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3p9Ko6sGS5E

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvjDgAhG9JI
Have not listened to Chris Montez, of late -

Oops, C.B.'s flight is not until tomorrow, so we had a night on the town.

edgar, Thanks once again for the comments, and Elvis' Such a Night was great. The More I See You is a marvelous jazz song. Never heard it by Chris Montez, but he was good.

Well, there's our Urs back with us and My Way by Big Band Balingen was fantastic. I've only heard that one by "old blue eyes"

Great drums by Taiko, gal, but I didn't see your arm. (I could say Arm and the Man, but that's to far fetched to be a pun. )

Saying goodnight with two songs. First a tribute to Dame Joan Sutherland whose birthday is today. Amazing that she chose No Place Like Home.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRBKXs3C9Lo&feature=related

and now our beautiful Celtic Woman plays and sings Bach.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPeVIuRjUi4&feature=related

Goodnight world,

From Letty with love to all

Nice tribute to Joan, letty.
I love a good violin, as you know by now. (Celtic Woman)
Saying good night with Don Gibson. After this song was a hit, they flipped the record and I Can't Stop Loving You was also a hit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6V_nrfAB38

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozr-EItKGu8&feature=grec_index
Good morning. It seems like a Richie Valens type of Monday morning.

Good morning here in Florida, WA2K folks.

edgar, thanks once again for your comments and your goodnight song, Lonesome Me was perfect.

Richie's Come on Let's Go was great as well, Texas.

Hey, Francis. How long ago cello and I discussed that the best way to learn a foreign language was through music.

My beautiful Michelle these are words that go together well. Thanks for the reminder.

My older sister reminded me that yesterday was All Saints Day. She said that her favorite saint was St. Francis of Assissi. I told her that mine was St. Anthony, patron saint of lost things.

Two contributions for the morning here, y'all.

First, this one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwCqJQp7kOw&feature=related

I vaguely recall her in I'm Dancing as Fast as I Can. The true story of of a woman hooked on prescription drugs who tried to go cold turkey via valium. She finally recovered, however, through rehab.

And, since it's Bonnie Raitt's birthday, a tribute to that lovely lady and her voice.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nmPdUiT5ks&feature=related

Good to have our Urs with us last evening.

Evening Ms Letty,Ed and all WA2K folks.Some Donny Hathaway....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLUh70zp0LE&feature=related
Donny Hathaway - Little Ghetto Boy.

Little ghetto boy , playing in the ghetto street
Whatcha' gonna do when you grow up
and have to face responsiblity ?
Will you spend your days and nights in the pool room ?
Will you sell caps of madness to the neighborhood ?
Little ghetto boy
You already know how proud life can be
'cause you've seen so much pain and misery

Little ghetto boy
Your daddy was blown away
He robbed that grocery store
Don't you know that was a sad , sad old day ?
All your young life
You've seen such misery and pain
The world is a cruel place to live
and it ain't gonna change
You're so young
You've got so far to go on
and don't think you'll reach your goal
Young man , little ghetto boy , look at you

Little ghetto boy
When , when , when you become a men
you can make things change if you just take the stand
You gotta believe it yourself in all you do
You've gotta fight to make it better
then you will see how others will start believing to
Then , my son , things will start to get better

Everything has got to get better ,
Everything has got to get better ...

Hey, Brit. I can always count on London to keep us on the air.

Love Little Ghetto Boy by Donny.

Here's one to match.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHHEF2IwqTs

Movie Revue:

Went to see this movie with my daughter and it was so loooonnnnnggggg. It could have been really good had they cut to the chase.

http://www.themovieinsider.com/m6468/hereafter/

Hope our edgar is all right.

Oops,quick edit.Right post but wrong thread.

Good one by Bonnie Rait, letty.
Elvis does a great job on the Ghetto. I believe it was written by Mac Davis.
I plan on watching the new Clint Eastwood film.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mB1T4F92owY
Placebo

Not played any Smokey lately.Must make up for that....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBFQPqBbuUA
Smokey Robinson - Quiet Storm.

Soft and warm
A quiet storm
Quiet as when flowers talk at break of dawn,
Break of dawn
A power source
Of tender force
Generatin', radiatin',
Turn me on, turn me on

You short-circuit all my nerves
Promising electric things
You touch me and suddenly there's rainbow rings

Quiet storm, blowin'
Through my life
Oh, quiet storm, blowin'
Through my life
Blow, baby

Windy sigh,
Weaken my
Butterfly caught up in a hurricane,
Hurricane
Lucky me,
I'm better free
Suddenly I'm caught up in your somber rain

Shower me with your sweet love
I will bathe in every drop
Through all the seasons let it pour and never stop

Quiet storm, blowin'
Through my life
Through my life
You're just like a quiet storm, blowin'
Through my life
Through my life
Through my life
Through my life
Through my life
Blowin'
Blowin'
Blowin'
Blowin'

Hail soft storms of love on me
Let them play on my desire
Kiss me softly
Let your lightning light my fire

Quiet storm, blowin'
Through my life
Through my life
You're just like a quiet storm, (blowin')
Blowin', blowin'
(Through my life)
Through my life
Through my life
(Quiet storm, blowin'
Through my life)
Quiet storm, (blowin')
Oh yeah

Shower me with your sweet love
I will bathe in every drop
Through all the seasons let it pour and never stop

Quiet storm, blowin'
Through my life
Through my life
You're just like a quiet storm, (blowin')
Warm and tender
(Through my life)
Oh, through my life
Quiet storm,

coming up on Remembrance Day in Canada, November 11th

two songs about war and soldiers by Canadian musician Corb Lund, i've played them before, but they're good enough to play again



I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn
Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone
I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long

I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march
And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched
But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch
Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict'ry arch

Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won
I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns
A sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington
Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cav'lryman

Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front
For I won't be back on the rider-less black (jack) and I'm finished in my hunt
I wanna be in the cavalry if I must go off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more



I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before

Courageous at first we took their worst, our positions we held stout
We clung to belief and we hung on the speech from our trusted leaders' mouths
Overwhelming odds and a hopeless cause and our cities overrun
There were them that said we was badly led and God were we outgunned

I lost count of the worthy mounts that from under me were cut
My favourite mare with her head in the air took the cannons in her gut
In the first two weeks on that bloody creek my brother lost his arm
Was only sixty days till all we prayed was get us home unharmed

O for the day that we signed our names and the well that we were wished
The men's congrats and the pats on the backs and the ladies that we kissed
The band that played and the grande parade and the patriotic shouts
All faded fast, didn't even last till the uniforms wore out

And there were none to replace nor to help us face the winters cold and bleak
That chilled to the bone the pneumonia prone and froze our bootless feet
Then the typhoid hit with its fevered fits, TB and dysentery
That proved in the end to have killed more men than the vilest enemy

We were finally forced to feed on horse and carcass we could scrounge
When the wagons stopped and we'd burnt their crops to charred and barren ground
With morale in doubt and our pride run out no honour did I see
All I seen were a thousand dreams piled dead in front of me

I wanna be in the cavalry if the send me off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry but I won't ride home no more

Don't often comment on peoples posts but Ed,that was a strange one.
Meanwhile,the Carp's version has been played to death,so....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nazHQXNGwJU&feature=related
Paul Williams - Rainy Days And Mondays.

CHORUS
Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly,
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus,
did the pipes play the "Flowers of the Forest"

Well how do you do young Willie McBride?
do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside
and rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun
I've been walkin' all day and I'm nearly done
I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
when you joined the great fallen of 1916
Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Willie McBride was it slow and obscene

CHORUS

And the beautiful wife or the sweetheart for life
in some faithful heart are you forever enshrined
and although you died back in 1916
in that faithful heart are you forever nineteen?
or are you a stranger without even a name
enshrined forever behind a glass pane
in an ould photograph torn tattered and stained,
fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

CHORUS

Now the sun shines down on the green fields of France
a warm summer wind makes the red poppys dance
The trences have vanished under the plows,
there's no gas no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now
but here in this graveyard it's still No Man's land,
the countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
for man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
to a whole generation that was butchered and damned

CHORUS

Now Willie McBride I can't help wonder why
Do those who lie here do they know why they died
Did they really beleive when they answered the call
did they really believe that this war would end wars
Forever this song of suffereing and shame
the killing the dying was all done in vain
for young Willie McBride it's all happened again,
and again, and again, and again and again