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I shall be leaving in a few hours, taking the Porsche for a spin over to Phoenix so I can visit with JLN and see his art exhibit, I shall be back on tuesday.

Louis Jourdan
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Louis Jourdan (born June 19, 1919) is a French actor, known chiefly for his suave manner and good looks.

Born Louis Gendre in Marseille, France, he was educated in France, Turkey and England and trained as an actor at the Ecole Dramatique. He made his film debut in 1939. Following the German occupation of France during World War II, he continued to make films but after refusing to participate in Nazi propaganda films, he joined the French Resistance. After the 1944 liberation of France by the Allies, Louis Jourdan married Berthe Frederique with whom he had a son.

In 1947, Jourdan accepted an offer from a Hollywood studio to appear in The Paradine Case, an Alfred Hitchcock drama starring Gregory Peck. There, he became friends with several stars who shared his love of the game of croquet. After a number of American films, his most notable work was in the 1954 light-hearted comedy-romance, Three Coins in the Fountain following which he made his Broadway debut in the lead role in the Billy Rose drama, The Immoralist. He returned to Broadway for a short run in 1955 and that year made his U.S. television debut as Inspector Beaumont in the series "Paris Precinct".

During the 1950s, Louis Jourdan made several international films including playing the male lead in La Mariée est trop belle opposite Brigitte Bardot. However, he is best remembered as the romantic lead opposite Leslie Caron and Maurice Chevalier in the 1958 film version of the Colette novel, Gigi. The film earned nine Academy Awards, including Best Picture. In later years, Jourdan appeared in a number of films, playing the part of the villain, including 1977's Count Dracula and in the 1983 James Bond film, Octopussy, he was cast as "Kamal Khan," a Bond villain.

Tragedy struck when his son died of a drug overdose in 1981. Louis Henry Jourdan was interred in the Westwood Village Memorial Park Cemetery in Los Angeles.

Louis Jourdan has two stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6153 and 6445 Hollywood Blvd. He is retired and living in the south of France

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Jourdan

Gigi
Music: Frederick Loewe
Lyrics: Alan Jay Lerner
Book: Alan Jay Lerner
Premiere: 1958



Waltz At Maxim's (She Is Not Thinking Of Me)
Performed by Louis Jourdan

GASTON:
She's so gay tonight,
She's like spring tonight,
Rollicking, frolicking thing tonight,
So disarming, soft and charming--
She is not thinking of me
In her eyes, tonight, There's a glow tonight,
They're so bright they could light Fontainebleu tonight
She's so gracious, so vivacious,
She's Not Thinking Of Me!
Bless her little heart,
Crooked to the claw,
Acting out a part,
What a rollicking, frolicking bore
She's so fun tonight, she's a treat tonight
You could spread 'er on bread she's so sweet tonight.
So devoted, sugar coated,
But it's heartwarming to see.
Oh she's simmering with love,
Oh she's shimmering with love
Oh she's Not Thinking Of Me!

[Waltz]
She's Not Thinking Of Me!
Someone has set her on fire-
Is it Jacques, is it Paul or Leon?
Who's turning her furnace up higher?
Oh she's hot, but it's not for Gaston!
She's so gay tonight,
Oh so gay tonight,
A gigantic, romantic clichй tonight.
How she blushes,
How she gushes,
How she fill me with ennui.
She's so oola-la-la-la
So untrue-la-la-la
Oh she's Not Thinking Of Me

Fathers' Day! My wife is making something called bouffant croot.

Can you guess what it is? I'll tell you how it went, we're sitting down to eat in about one hour.

Hmmm. dys always drops in then drives off in his red car. I hope he enjoys JL's exhibition.

Thanks, Bob, for the background and the gay song. <smile>

Strange, I also recall Louis Jourdan in Swamp Thing when I was into the Sci-Fi genre.

And that reminds me, listeners, of The Swamp Fox, Francis Marion.

Back later, folks, with some bayou music.

Hmmm. McTag. Sounds as though it might be some sort of souffle, but I can't even imagine what a croot might be.

Any guesses out there, audience?

Goober Peas
Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day
Chatting with my mess-mates passing time away
Lying in the shadows underneath the trees
Goodness how delicious eating goober peas.
Chorus
Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
Goodness how delicious
Eating goober peas.

When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule?"
But another custom, enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.

Chorus

Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now."
He looks down the roadway and what d'you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia cracking goober peas.

Chorus

I think my song has lasted just about enough.
The subject's interesting but the rhymes are mighty rough.
I wish the war was over so free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, say good-bye to goober peas.

Chorus

Hi sweet Letty and all you WA2K listeners. I'm sitting here lonely while Dys is off in his "arrest me red" Porsche. He and JLN will be able to discuss philosophy 'til the wee hours and enjoy JLN's exhibit tomorrow. Then he will drive home on Tuesday. Here I am with Sally and Fred. Sigh. (I hate the heat of Arizona at this time of year--I know what it's like as I grew up in Tucson).

For weather today, I thought of Ogden Nash--he of the "Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker" fame.

Pretty Halcyon Days
by Ogden Nash

How pleasant to sit on the beach,
On the beach, on the sand, in the sun,
With ocean galore within reach,
And nothing at all to be done!
No letters to answer,
No bills to be burned,
No work to be shirked,
No cash to be earned,
It is pleasant to sit on the beach
With nothing at all to be done!
How pleasant to look at the ocean,
Democratic and damp; indiscriminate;
It fills me with noble emotion
To think I am able to swim in it.
To lave in the wave,
Majestic and chilly,
Tomorrow I crave;
But today it is silly.
It is pleasant to look at the ocean;
Tomorrow, perhaps, I shall swim in it.


How pleasant to gaze at the sailors.
As their sailboats they manfully sail
With the vigor of vikings and whalers
In the days of the vikings and whale.
They sport on the brink
Of the shad and the shark;
If its windy they sink;
If it isn't, they park.
It is pleasant to gaze at the sailors,
To gaze without having to sail.

How pleasant the salt anesthetic
Of the air and the sand and the sun;
Leave the earth to the strong and athletic,
And the sea to adventure upon.
But the sun and the sand
No contractor can copy;
We lie in the land
Of the lotus and poppy;
We vegetate, calm and aesthetic,
On the beach, on the sand, in the sun.

Oops, forgot one little thing: I remember when Letty was looking up the book with "How beautiful thy feet" quote in the title. The internet search, of course, brought up everything that might be relevant to the title, including a soft porn site showing a man sucking a woman's toes! I still laugh at our surprise...Remember Letty? It was at Misti's house.

Well, Hi there, Lady Diane. Nice to see you in our studio again accompanied by Ogden Nash. I loved that typically Nashish poem about the beach, and I have never heard it, either. The line about the democratic ocean was particularly worthy. Right listeners?

Ah the foot fetish find--you had to remind me of that. Looking back, I feel that is about as erotic as eating goober peas.

You know, folks, Diane's Fred and Sally sounds like a great beginning for a TV series that could well be produced in a carousal of living color. I can hear the dialogue right Now:

Fred: squawk
Sally: woof
Fred: (thrusting neck out belligerently) SQUACK
Sally: GRRRRRR

Finally, Fred: Yes, dear!

Crazy In Alabama
Kate Campbell

I heard Odessa's mind was sick
That she was crazier than hell
The police caught her turning tricks
Down at the Blue and Gray motel
Odessa was the neighbor's maid
She had ten mouths at home to feed
They bussed her kids to Birmingham
And put her in the county jail
Nobody seemed to give a damn
They say a white man posted bail
My dad said not to breathe a word
I told my brother all I heard

And the train of change
Was coming fast to my hometown
We had the choice to climb on board
Or get run down

It was crazy there were grown men fights
Over segregation and civil rights
Martin Luther King and the KKK
George C. Wallace and LBJ
And when the National Guard came in
I thought the world was gonna end
It was crazy in Alabama

Down at the corner Dairy Dip
They sold soft ice cream for a dime
White people ordered from the front
The side was for the colored line
We all were told they had their place
Because they were a different race
We spent hot summer afternoons
At the public swimming pool
Where the privileged and the few
Played on their island of cool blue
Brown children watched outside the fence
It never made one lick of sense

But the train of change
Was coming fast to my hometown
We had the choice to climb on board
Or get run down

It was crazy there were grown men fights
Over segregation and civil rights
Martin Luther King and the KKK
George C. Wallace and LBJ
And when the National Guard came in
I thought the world was gonna end
It was crazy in Alabama

My momma yelled child get inside
Drew the drapes and locked the doors
We watched the marchers passing by
Felt the rumble heard the roar
They all held hands they sang and wept
And freedom rang in every step

Cause the train of change
Was marching through my hometown
We had the choice to climb on board
Or get run down

It was crazy there were grown men fights
Over segregation and civil rights
Martin Luther King and the KKK
George C. Wallace and LBJ
And when the National Guard came in
I thought the world was gonna end
It was crazy in Alabama

Ah, dj. Thank you, Canada. Yes, things are crazy all over, and not just in the U.S. either. Glad you didn't have to work today.

But then, listeners, there are those who wish:

Silhouettes Lyrics
Song: Get a Job Lyrics

Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum
Get a job Sha na na na, sha na na na na
Every morning about this time
she get me out of my bed
a-crying get a job.
After breakfast, everyday,
she throws the want ads right my way
And never fails to say,
Get a job Sha na na na, sha na na na na
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum
Get a job Sha na na na, sha na na na na
And when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to say
If there is any work for me,
And when I go back to the house
I hear the woman's mouth
Preaching and a crying,
Tell me that I'm lying 'bout a job
That I never could find.
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum
Get a job Sha na na na, sha na na na na

McTag got fat and full and went to sleep on the sofa. <smile>

Well, listeners, bet that Brit will let us know about what wifey fixed him for Father's Day.

By now, dys is probably discussing Zen and nirvana with JL. <smile>

well, i did have to work until noon, but the less said about that the better

here's a less politically correct response to the previous song

Why Don't You Get a Job
Offspring

My friend's got a girlfriend
and he hates that bitch
He tells me every day
He says "man I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way"

She sits on her ass
He works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say:

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na, na, Why don't you get a job
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na, na, Why don't you get a job

I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
To keep her bill collectors at bay
I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
Cause that girl's got expensive taste

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na, na, Why don't you get a job
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na, na, Why don't you get a job

Well I guess it isn't easy doing nothing at all oh yeah
But hey man free rides just don't come along
every day

Let me tell you about my other friend now

My friend's got a boyfriend man she hates that dick
She tells me every day
He wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say:

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na, na, Why don't you get a job
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na, na, Why don't you get a job
oh yeah
I won't give you no money
I always pay
na, na, Why don't you get a job
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na, na, Why don't you get a
job!

hee hee

I'm in a Bing Crosby mood tonight.
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Blue Hawaii - Bing Crosby

[Words and Music by Leo Robin and Ralph Rainger]

Night and you and Blue Hawaii
The night is heavenly
And you are heaven to me
Oh, lovely you and Blue Hawaii
With all this loveliness
There should be love

Come with me
While the moon is on the sea
The night is young
And so are we

Dreams come true in Blue Hawaii
And mine could all come true
This magic night of nights with you

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

Dreams come true in Blue Hawaii
And mine could all come true
This magic night of nights with you

howdy panz

dj, you are funny, and you get bolder and bolder, and that's what we love about you!

Well, my goodness, listeners. Panz snuck in here and is giggling! Hey, buddy. Good to see you back on WA2K and can't wait for you to tell us about your adventures in toyland. <smile>

Play away, edgar. I hadn't realized that Blue Hawaii was done by the crooner, but I remember Elvis' version.

Bing's version is forgotten, because it was out in the late 1930s.

Well, edgar. My mom loved Bing and my daddy hated him. Crazy the things we remember.

Well, folks. It's been a long day for me, so I must sign off and TRY to sleep. Wish me luck.

Lay, Letty, lay, lay upon your king sized bed.

Goodnight my friends,

From Letty with love.

Anybody know what song was almost the theme to Midnight Cowboy, instead of Everybody's Talking?