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Perfect, dj, simply perfect.

Listeners, isn't our dj, a marvelous person?

You can be our person of the week, Canada.

The original nursery rime, and a 19th century jocular elaboration.

The House That dj Built


This is the house that dj built.

This is the malt
That lay in the house that dj built.

This is the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that dj built.

This is the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that dj built.

This is the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that dj built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that dj built.

This is the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that dj built.

This is the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that dj built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that dj built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that dj built.

This is the farmer sowing the corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that dj built.

One exception to this rime--dj built a house of song,
That we'll be singing all day long.

Goonight to all our people here on WA2K radio.

From Letty with love.

i'm just a humble music geek, with too much time on my hands and too much information in my head, no accolades are necessary







they are however appreciated

DJ, accolades are coming your way from New Mexico. More will arrive when I can find them.

Accolades? You're looking for accolades?

Here, I have an extra one.

Powerful image DJ being dubbed "Knight of the House of Music"...

Hey has anyone seen film on TV yet of this year's Glastonbury music festival?

Rock & floods!

http://www.bbc.co.uk//ouch/news/btn/flash_glastonbury.shtml

Good morning, all.

Is it just me or has our hamster morphed into a snail?

I'm afraid that we have embarrassed our dj, but we may now refer to him as Sir dj of the house of WA2K. <smile> and within his court is a hummingbird and venus.

Good morning, Francis and McTag.

McTag, That was some story about Glastonbury in Somerset. I had to do a bit of research on the music festival and was surprised to find that the oldest Christian church above ground was located there. Above ground?

This is my quiet time and I must admit that it is deliciously still and dark.

Hi, Miss Letty. Can not sleep?

No, I cannot, Francis. I'm afraid morpheus was illusive.

For the imminent sun:

Sunshine Of Your Love
Cream

It's getting near dawn
When lights close their tired eyes
I'll soon be with you my love
give you my dawn's surprise
I'll be with you darlin', soon
I'll be with you when the stars start falling

I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm goin'
In the sunshine of your love

I'm with you my love
The light shining through on you
Yes, I'm with you my love
It's the morning and just we two
I'll stay with you darlin', now
I'll stay with you till my seas are all dried up

I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm goin'
In the sunshine of your love

I'm with you my love
The light shining through on you hoo.
Yes, I'm with you my love
It's the morning and just we two
I'll stay with you darlin' now
I'll stay with you till my seas are all dried up.

I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm goin'
In the sunshine of your love

Good Morning WA2K.

The celebrities of the day are:

1874 Rose O'Neill, designer of the Kewpie Doll (Wilkes-Barre, PA; died 1944)
1886 Henry "Hap" Arnold, World War II general (Gladwyne, PA; died 1950)
1887 George Abbott, producer/director/playwright (Forestville, NY; died 1995) (B'Way Damn Yankees and Pajama Game,et al)
1893 Charlotte Greenwood Phila, actress (Oklahoma, Moon over Miami) died 1977
1903 George Orwell (Eric Arthur Blair), novelist (Motihari, Bengal; died 1950) (Animal Farm)
1924 Sidney Lumet, director (Philadelphia, PA) (Pawnbroker, Fail Safe, et al) (Dog Day Afternoon; The Verdict; Network
1925 June Lockhart, actress (New York, NY) (TV Lassie, Petticoat Junction; Lost in Space)
1942 Willis Reed, basketball player/coach/executive (Hico, LA)
1945 Carly Simon, singer/songwriter (New York, NY) (Oscar for Let the River Run (Working Girl)
1948 Jimmie Walker, actor/comedian (New York, NY)
1963 George Michael England, rocker (Wham-I Want Your Sex)
1963 Mike Myers Canada, comedian (SNL-Wayne's World)


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Elektra 45824
December 1972 • Billboard: #1

Born into a wealthy family who controlled one of New York's most successful publishing houses, she (Carly Simon) was familiar with society life and the conceits that are peculiar to the rich and famous. Her songs reflect here observations and often betray the propriety that her family's lifestyle demanded. She could be just as topical and scathing when singing about her peers. "You're So Vain" is the ultimate put-down of a conceited hedonist (Warren Beatty? Mick Jagger? Who knows?), and it drew attention to the cannibalistic nature of the singer/songwriter circle in the early '70s. For its time, it was a perfect piece of analytical criticism. It contained the perceptions that were all the more powerful because the were sung by a woman who sounded eager to make transparent the conceits of her male protragonist. If it was intended as vengeance for a lover who spurned her, it did the trick, particularly when considering that it was a #1 hit for three weeks. Getting Mick Jagger to supply backup vocals made the song even more provocative. While "You're So Vain" was one of the biggest hits of the troubadour/rock star era, it also drove a steak through the heart of the beast, by drawing attention to the contradictory nature of sensitivity and self-obsession. "

Well, listeners. There's our Raggedy with her celeb updates. Thank you, my friend. Carly Simon has never said, has she, but I always heard it was James Taylor that backed up that recording.

I always liked her song behind the James Bond movie, "Nobody does it Better." Of course we will always wonder about who was so vain, right folks?

Good morning, Bob. Never heard of what's-his-name, but I was fascinated by the bio, and did you do the karaoke last evening?

Well, we're missing Germany and Norway. "They haven't a thing left to say, the night we called it a day." <smile>

and here's an item of interest for our resident hummingbird:

Study Examines Flight of Hummingbirds

By WILLIAM McCALL

PORTLAND, Ore. (AP) - Not much bigger than a honey bee, the tiny hummingbird is able to hover gently over a flower because it uses some of the same wing motion as an insect - but not as much as previously thought, a new study says.

The hummingbird neatly splits the difference between birds, which get all their lift from the downstroke of their wings, and bugs, which get equal amounts of lift from both downstroke and upstroke.

Here is the entire story:

http://cnn.netscape.cnn.com/news/story.jsp?floc=ne-main-9-l8&flok=FF-APO-1501&idq=/ff/story/0001%2F20050624%2F2104779882.htm&sc=1501

Hope that works. If not, well, you know what they say about flipping and flitting.

Researchers used sophisticated technology originally developed for engineering design to analyze the movement of air around a hummingbird's wings and provide details about its flight that had been limited to mere guesswork for decades.

Hummingbirds get about 75 percent of their lift from the downstroke, with the remaining 25 percent provided by the upstroke, according to University of Portland and Oregon State University researchers.


For all other birds, the lift is 100 percent downstroke, while bugs are 50-50, up and down.

I used to wear a red ball cap around the apartments. But, with so many red hummingbird feeders about, the little birds kept hovering in my face, looking for a way to get at some nectar. I changed hat colors for both of our sakes.

But Beautiful - Frank Sinatra

[Words and Music by Johnny Burke and James Van Heusen]

Love is funny or it's sad
Or it's quiet or it's mad
It's a good thing or it's bad
But beautiful
Beautiful to take a chance
And if you fall, you fall
And I'm thinking I wouldn't mind at all
Love is tearful or it's gay
It's a problem or it's play
It's a heartache either way
But beautiful
And I'm thinking if you were mine
I'd never let you go
And that would be but beautiful I know

I would like to post you a song, Miss Letty. Which kind would you love it?

Hummingbird, hummingbird should be your name
Too restless to settle too wild to tame
Too restless to settle too wild to tame
Hummingbird, hummingbird should be your name

Hummingbird, hummingbird winging along
No tender young blossom can hold you for long
No tender young blossom can hold you for long
Hummingbird, hummingbird winging along

You'd hug me and kiss me like others I've known
You'd promise to love me and call me your own
Then all of my dreams would be shattered apart
By the hum hum of your hummingbird heart

There's a yellow flower by your bed
Sadly droopin' it's perfumed head
So you won't smell it, I know what you'll miss

And there's a hummingbird, a hummingbird,
A hummingbird, a hummingbird,
Oh there's a hummingbird singing.

There is the hat you made, the clothes you wore
Lying down on the cold, dirty floor.
The colors are fading, they'll never shine again.

And there's a hummingbird, a hummingbird,
A hummingbird, a hummingbird,
Oh there's a hummingbird singing.

Now the road is turning gray,
There's a shadow where you once lay.
They'll find it tomorrow, and think you went alone.

But there's a hummingbird, a hummingbird,
A hummingbird, a hummingbird,
Ah there's a hummingbird crying.

edgar, you are funny today, but I enjoy listening to your aviary songs. Thanks, Texas. "But beautiful" takes me back.

Francis, anything in French for Letty would be a song of delight.