A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet
(H. Woods, G. Kahn)
It's just a little street
Where old friends meet,
I'd love to wander back
Someday.
To you, it may be old,
And sort of tumbled down,
But it means a lot to folks
In my hometown.
Although I'm rich or poor,
I still feel sure
I'm welcome as the flowers in May.
It's just a little street
Where old friends meet,
And treat you in the same old way
Dear Madam Barnum
XTC
I put on a fake smile
And start the evening show
The public is laughing
I guess by now they know
So climb from your high horse
And pull this freak show down
Dear Madam Barnum
I resign as clown
You said I was the master
of all I surveyed
But now I'm sweeping up
The last in line in your circus parade
Children are clapping
As I fall to the floor
My heart torn and broken
And they just scream for more
If I'm not the sole fool
Who pulls his trousers down
Then dear Madam Barnum
I resign as clown
You tread the high wire
Between truth and lies
Your safety net just walked out
Much to your surprise
Strike up the band love
And let the show begin
For this is the last time
I'm painting on a grin
If I'm not the sole fool
Who pulls his trousers down
Then dear Madam Barnum
I resign as clown
Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors.
Diane, I had to smile a little sadly about that song. "When Sunny Gets Blue." I first heard it on the west coast of Florida when I was quite young. Later it became just as important to me in Virginia, as it was a signature for my close friend who is now dead. Thanks for that goodnight memory.
When I become a little more alive, I want to review all of the songs and bios of my favorite folks here on the radio.
Good morning all. Here are some birthdays for July 5:
1755 Sarah Siddons, actress (Brecon, Brecknockshire, Wales; died 1831)
1781 Sir Stamford Raffles, English colonial official and founder of Singapore (off Jamaica; died 1826)
1794 Sylvester Graham developed graham cracker -A free thinker, Sylvester Graham (1794-1851) lashed out against white bread, feather beds, pork, tobacco, salt, condiments, tight corsets, nocturnal emissions, heavy clothing, and hot mince pie <grin>
1801 David Farragut, Civil War admiral (near Knoxville, TN; died 1870)
Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead! \
1810 P. T. Barnum, showman/entertainment promoter/circus founder (Bethel, CT; died 1891)
1853 Cecil Rhodes, millionaire financier and politician (Bishop's Stortford, Hertfordshire, England; died 1902)
1889 Jean Cocteau France, writer/artist/film maker (Le Potamak) died 1963
1902 Henry Cabot Lodge Jr., senator/UN ambassador/diplomat (Nahant, MA; died 1985)
1904 Milburn Stone Bruton Ks, actor (Doc-Gunsmoke) died 1980
1928 Warren Oates Depoy Ky, actor (TV miniseries, East of Eden; Stoney Burke, Stripes) died 1982 (heart attack)
1934 Katherine Helmond, actress (Galveston, TX) (Brazil, The Hindenburg; TV: Who's the Boss; Everybody Loves Raymond)
1936 Shirley Knight, actress (Goessel, KS) (Sweet Bird of Youth; The Group, As Good As It Gets, et al)
1937 Brooke Hayward .LA Calif, author (Haywire)
div. Michael Thomas and Dennis Hopper , Marr. Peter Duchin, son of Pianist/Bandleader Eddie Duchin; daughter of film star Margaret Sullavan and agent-producer Leland Hayward, (her mother was once married to Henry Fonda and her father was married to Slim Hawks Hayward Keith, she is stepsister to Peter and Jane Fonda as well as Kitty Hawks, as well as Winston Churchill II, son of Brooke's last stepmother, the (to her) notorious Pamela Digby Churchill Hayward Harriman).
1944 Robbie Robertson, guitarist/songwriter and member of The Band (Toronto, Ontario, Canada)
1951 Huey Lewis rocker (& the News-Need a New Drug)
1959 Marc Cohn singer (Walking in Memphis)
Bob, that bio of PT Barnum struck a familiar chord. I went on a search in our archives and found that it totally matches up with that song I played about France.
http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/IDD/Info.htm
I have often wondered about the etymology concerning hoochy koochy(sp) and found that particular info to be revealing(so to speak)
The song is in a minor key, and I can hear it in my mind.
Also, to dj, that song was perfect and in line with the man who coined the phrase: There's a sucker born every minute.
Ah, edgar, a little street where old friends meet. At this moment my little street is full of strangers, I'm afraid.
As for the bikini, I have something in mind about the Bikini atoll.
We used to say,
I don't care if I never grow old
I'm gonna flame, gonna burn,
make one quick turn
and be gone like James Dean.
Now we don't say that,
its too late, to die young,
So we sit at the table,
long after supper
with a good wine.
Dys - You must taste this wine I just sent to Tryagain:
Pisse-dru
Welcome back, Gus. Nice to see you in our studio. Hope you are up and at 'em on the farm.<smile>
Raggedy, I need to take a look see at your celebs, but you know that we always appreciate your updates. Of course Bob did a second guess and hauled out P.T. in his bikini.
Today, listeners, things may be a little easier since my cleaning lady is here. What a wonderful woman is she.
Dys and his pushing the envelope song. Hey, buddy, you have seen it all and I understand your view of the world. I haven't seen much of anything, I'm afraid. So let me be a candle NOT in the wind.
THERE'LL BE SOME CHANGES MADE
Tony Bennett
(Billy Higgins/W. Benton Overstreet)
For there's a change in the weather, there's a change in the sea,
So from now on there'll be a change in me.
My walk will be different, my talk and my name,
Nothing about me is going to be the same.
I'm going to change my way of living if that ain't enough,
Then I'll change the way I strut my stuff
Cause nobody wants you when you're old and gray.
There'll be some changes made today, there'll be some changes made.
For there's a change in the fashions, ask the feminine folks,
Even Jack Benny has been changing jokes,
I must make some changes from old to the new,
I must do things just the same as others do.
I'm going to change my long tall Mama for a little short fat,
Going to change the number where I live at.
I must have some loving or I'll fade away.
There'll be some changes made today, there'll be some changes made
Frankly, folks. I never cared for Tony, unplugged or not.
Ah, Francis. You are such a connoisseur of wine. If you say it's good, we'll try it regardless if it tastes like...well, you know. <smile>
Morning, Letty & listeners. here's the hoochie coochie i'm familiar with:
Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun
Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout
And the world will only know, a-what it's all about
Y'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
I got a black cat bone, I got a mojo too
I got John the Conqueror, I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you, pretty girl, lead me by the hand
Then the world will know, the Hoochie-Coochie Man
Y'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
On the seventh hour, of the seventh day,
on the seventh month, the seventh doctor said:
"He's born for good luck, and I know you see;
Got seven hundred dollars, and don't you mess with me
Y'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
Hey, Yit. Fantastic mojo, my friend. I had no idea that hoochie coochie was a man thing.
This gave me a laugh, folks, and it's a perfect response to our Yit:
Hot ginger and dynamite
There's nothing but that at night
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky
Woo.
The way they can entertain
Would hurry a hurricane
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky wacky
Woo.
In Fujiama
You get a mama
Then your troubles increase.
In a pagoda
She orders soda
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Guarantees
They kissy and huggy nice
By Jingo! I'ts worth the price.
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky
Woo.
Someone tell me if they feel as if the world is a little crazy after reading this.
Texas Man Arrested After Heroic Rescue
Tue Jul 5, 7:09 AM ET
SAN MARCOS, Texas - A man who rescued a swimmer caught in swirling river currents found himself in trouble soon afterward when he was arrested by authorities who claimed he was interfering.
Dave Newman, 48, disobeyed repeated orders by emergency personnel to leave the water, police said. He was charged with interfering with public duties.
"I was amazed," Newman said Monday after his release on $2,000 bail. "I had a very uncomfortable night after saving that guy's life. He thanked me for it in front of the police, and then they took me to jail."
Abed Duamni, 35, of Houston, said he had just finished eating at a restaurant Sunday when he decided to go for a swim in a nearby river. Duamni said he didn't see any signs warning swimmers of dangerous currents.
Newman said he pulled Duamni out of the water, swimming under a waterfall and over to the shore opposite from the restaurant. He could hear law enforcement personnel telling him to come back to the other side.
According to police, Newman smirked and seemed annoyed by officers' requests. He stood in the water for about 15 seconds before swimming downstream.
"When he came across the river, the officer stuck out his hand like he's going to help him out of the water, and he put cuffs on him," said John Parnell, pastor of St. Augustine Old Roman Catholic Church in Fort Worth.
Stupid consistency, Bob. The hobgoblin of little minds.
Thought for today:
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds
A great person does not have to think consistently from one day to the next. This remark comes from the essay "Self-Reliance" by Ralph Waldo Emerson. Emerson does not explain the difference between foolish and wise consistency.
Just going through my e-mails and found this. It's been around before but I thought it worth repeating.
This was an actual article from the San Diego newspaper.
KILLER BISCUITS WANTED FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER
Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, went to
a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries.
Several people noticed her sitting in her car
with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed,
with both hands behind the back of her head. One
customer who had been at the store for a while became
concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed that
Linda's eyes were now open, and she looked very strange.
He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she'd been
shot in the back of the head, and had been holding her
brain in for over an hour.
Paramedics had to break into the car because the doors
were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from
her head. When they finally got in, they found that
Linda had a wad of bread dough stuck to the back of
her head. A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded
from the heat,making a loud noise that sounded like a
gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of the head.
When she reached back to find out what it was,she felt the
dough and thought it was her brains.
And yes, Linda is a blonde.
Darn, they are turning something important into a circus! Talk about little minds.
