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Did anyone in London attend the 1984 Opera? I have been looking for the schedule, and I can't find any for the US. Does anyone know anything? I must experience this.

News : 1984 opera

Date
Wednesday, 4 May,2005

Author
Maros Kollar

Outline
On May the 3rd the opera adaption of George Orwell's 1984 received its premiere in the Royal Opera House (Covent Garden) in London.


http://www.k-1.com/Orwell/site/interaction/readnews.html?article=11&category=recent

Hello! Are we all talking on the same wave link here?

From Ginger to George. Hmmmm. Perhaps I had better have another cup of coffee, wabashed or not.

Well, listeners. Perhaps we can get back on track with some words of wisdom:

Thought for Today: ``In some sort of crude sense which no vulgarity, no humor, no overstatement can quite extinguish, the physicists have known sin; and this is a knowledge which they cannot lose.'' - J. Robert Oppenheimer, American physicist (1904-1967).



07/15/05 20:00

and, folks, a little song from Fats Waller:



Artist: Lyrics
Song: It's A Sin To Tell A Lie Lyrics

Music and Lyrics by B. Mayhew

Be sure it's true when you say
"I love you"
It's a sin to tell a lie
Millions of hearts have been broken
Just because these words were spoken

I love you
Yes I do
I love you
If you break my heart I'll die
So be sure that it's true when you say
"I love you"
It'a sin to tell a lie

Kingston Market

Have you ever seen a rainbow
Or a garden blooming bright
Heard the shuffle of a thousand feet
And drums from morning 'til night ?

Come we go down, come we go down
Come we go down to Kingston market
Come we go down, come we go down
Down to Kingston market

Get your tamarind and sour sop,
Mangoes and casaba,
Bread fruit okra pigeon peas,
Curry goat and guava

Come we go down, come we go down
Come we go down to Kingston market
Come we go down, come we go down
Down to Kingston market

Do you know a brown skin maiden
With sunshine in her eyes ?
Heard the swallow and the humming bird
Sing happy as she goes by ?

Come we go down, come we go down
Come we go down to Kingston market
Come we go down, come we go down
Down to Kingston market

Have you seen the ghost of Morgan
Or heard a tale you hadn't ought to ?
Have you welcomed the coming dawn
With a rum an' cocoanut water

Come we go down, come we go down
Come we go down to Kingston market
Come we go down, come we go down
Down to Kingston market

Good morning, edgar. What an interesting song, my friend. Hmmm. Trying to place the Kingston Market and Captain Morgan. Whatever it is, it is quite haunting.

Since Henry Morgan found his way to Jamaica, edgar's song must be of the islands. It seems that hurricane Emily is a big threat there, as well as the Yucatan.

Just a memory, listeners:

Sixteen men on a dead man's chest yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Make that Captain Morgans.

and from Ray Stevens:




The Pirate Song
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest...yo ho ho and a bottle of rum


(Captain) Avast there mates, ye're sailin' with Long John Black Beard, Peg-Leg, Patch-Eye Hook, scourge of the bounding main. Bloodthirstiest, black-heartiest pirate captain ever sailed the seven seas, ha, ha, ha! What say ye we hoist the Jolly Roger, heel over the yonder Spanish galleon. Lay a few broadsides agin' her timers, swing over on these here lanyards with our cutlasses in our teeth cut 'em to ribbons and split the booty. What say ye to that, me hearties? Heh! Ha, ha, ha, ha!

(Twit) I don't like it....

(Captain) You don't like it?

(Twit) I don't like it and I don't wanna do it. It's tacky,...tacky, tacky...and don't look at me that way

(Captain) Well, if you don't like it, what do you want?



Chorus I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance
I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance
Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants
I want to sing and dance

(Captain) You want to sing and dance, heh! You don't like plundering, aye? Well, shiver me timbers 'ow 'bout treasuring, huh? Rubies, emeralds and pearls, gold doubloons and British sovereigns. Silver chalices encrusted with diamonds and jewels, necklaces and bracelets of every shape and size, fit for the crown heads of Europe, aye? And all buried in a pirate's chest and I just happen to know where. How about that me bloodthirsty buckos, heh? Ha, ha, ha!


(Twit) I don't like it.....

(Captain) You don't like it?

(Twit) I don't like it and I don't want it....

(Captain) He don't want it

(Twit) And I won't do it...I'm an artiste

(Captain) An artiste, well mister artiste, what do you want?



Chorus I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance
I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance
Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants
I want to sing and dance

(Captain) Now, listen hear! This ain't no floating Gilbert and Sullivan show, you know for some little flittin' tinkerbell. This here be a black-hearted pirate ship and I would have you keel-hauled if you weren't me own flesh and blood you little twit! So you don't like plunderin' aye?.....


(Twit) I don't like it.....

(Captain) And you don't want no treasurin' ah?.....

(Twit) I don't want it.....

(Captain) And you probably don't want no groggin' and revelin' and wrenchin' and rummin' either I suppose?

(Twit) Well, deep down....you want to know the truth? It's not me, I don't want it.....

(Captain) Well, what do you want...as if I didn't already bleein know?

(Twit) I want to sing and dance and.....

(Captain) I know, I know...and wear your tight little shiny pants. Huh! Okay...we'll all sing and dance (pirates grumble)... I said we'll all sing and dance (pirates grumble)... Or you'll walk the plank,...one - two - free



(Chorus in pirates' voices)
Chorus I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance
I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance
Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants
I want to sing and dance

(Over chorus, you hear the Captain and twit's voice say)
(Twit) I like it....I like it

(Captain) I kinda like it me own self

(Twit) Thought you would





Sixteen men on a dead man's chest...yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

(Twit) I don't like rum...

(Captain) You don't like rum?

(Twit) Well no, actually...well, I might like a little Perrier

(Captain) A little Perrier?

(Twit) With a lime in it...

(Captain) A lime in it?..... He wants a lime in it.....

(Twit) Well, do you have any Escargot?

(Captain) Escar..what?

(Twit) What's the soup today?...

(Captain) Soup!?

(Twit) Might have a bit of a salad too!...

(Captain) Well, how about a bleeding fingerbowl?

(Twit) Maybe a croissant!...Is that right? Those French make everything so hard! Why didn't they just call it a bun?

(fade out)

Pirates! Now you're talking.

A Pirate I Was Meant To Be
by Tim Schafer, Lead Designer of "The Curse of Monkey Island"

(This one requires four men and tells the tale of a Captain that wanted his lazy crew to help him recover a stolen treasure map, but the crew would much rather stay on decks singing. What makes things worse is that every time the Captain says anything, the mutinous crew just rhymes it to make it part of their song)

(Talking)
Captain: Thanks for the help back there guys.(sarcastically)
Third Mate: It was a rousing battle, Captain.
First Mate: Aye, and it reminds me of a song...

(singing)
First Mate: We're a band of vicous pirates
Second Mate: A Sailin' Out to Sea!
Third Mate: When ye hear our gentle singin'
First Mate: Be sure to turn and flee!
(talking) Captain: Ohh, this is just ridiculous.

Captain: Come on men, We've GOT to recover that map!
Second Mate: That pirate will be done for when he falls into our trap!

Third Mate: We're a club of tuneful rovers
First Mate: We can sing at every clef
Second Mate: We can even hit the high notes!
First Mate: It's just too bad we're tone deaf.

All Mates: A pirate I was meant to be, trim the sails and roam the seas!

Captain: Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
Second Mate: We know he's sure to lose because we know just where to fire at!

Second Mate: We're a thieving valideer
First Mate: A gang of cutthroat mugs
Third Mate: To fight us off you wont need guns
Second Mate: Just jolly good earplugs!

All Mates: A pirate I was meant to be, trim the sails and roam the seas!

Captain: Alright crew, let's get to work!
First Mate: Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we never shirk!

First Mate: We'll fightchu in the harbor
Third Mate: We'll battle you on land
Second Mate: But when you meet singing pirates
(talking) Captain: They'll be more than you can stand.
First Mate: Oh, ho, that was a good one!
Captain: No, it wasn't.

Captain: No time for song, we've got to move!
Third Mate: The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove!

Second Mate: We're a pack of scurvy seadogs
First Mate: Have we pity? Not a gram
Third Mate: We all eat roasted garlic
First Mate: And sing from the diaphram.c

All Mates: A pirate I was meant to be, trim the sails and roam the seas!

Captain: Less Singing, More Sailing!
Second Mate: When we defeat our wicked show his ship he will be bailing!

Third Mate: If ye try to fight us
First Mate: You'll get a nasty whackin'
Second Mate: If you disrespect our singin'
First Mate: We will bring ye to a crackin'!

All Mates: A pirate I was meant to be, trim the sails and roam the seas!

Captain: I'm getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming!
First Mate: We're ready to set sail, though the cannons need a primin'!

Second Mate: We're troublesome corsairs
Third Mate: We've come to steal yer treasure
First Mate: We would shoot ya in the dungbie
Second Mate: But we've got a rest by measures

All Mates: A pirate I was meant to be, trim the sails and roam the seas!

Captain: (whining)Stop, stop, stop!
Third Mate: The brass is what we'll pollish and the deck is what we'll mop!

Captain: You say you're nasty pirates,
Thieving scheming bad-bush whackers,
But from what I've seen I tell you you're no pirates,
You're just slackers!
All Mates: A pirate I was meant to be, trim the sails and roam the seas!

Captain: We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
(Crew Desperately tries to think of a word to rhyme orange with)
First Mate: and..
Second Mate: umm...
Third Mate: well..
First Mate: uhh..
Third Mate: Door Hinge?
Second Mate: No, no..
Third Mate: Guess the song's over then.
First Mate: Guess so...
Second Mate: OK, back to work.
Captain: Well, gee.. I feel a little guilty now.

Good Morning! Hope you all are safe, well and happy.

Bob: Thanks for the Ginger Rogers bio and for guiding me to this birthday site:

1486 - Andrea del Sarto, Italian painter (d. 1530)
1796 - Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot, French painter (d. 1875)
1821 - Mary Baker Eddy, American religious leader (d. 1910)
1834 - Franz Adolf Lüderitz, salesman and politician (d. 1886)
1862 - Ida B. Wells, American journalist and anti-lynching crusader (d. 1931)
1872 - Roald Amundsen, Norwegian explorer (d. 1928)
1888 - Percy Kilbride, American actor (d. 1964)
1888 - Frits Zernike, Dutch physicist, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1966)
1889 - Joe Jackson, American baseball player (d. 1951)
1889 - Larry Semon, film comedian (d. 1928)
1896 - Trygve Lie, first United Nations Secretary General (d. 1968)
1902 - Georg Schwarz, writer (d. 1991)
1903 - Carmen Lombardo, Canadian singer, saxophonist, composer, and arranger (d. 1971)
1907 - Dr. Frances Horwich, American television personality (d. 2001)
1907 - Orville Redenbacher, American farmer and businessman (d. 1995)
1907 - Barbara Stanwyck, American actress (d. 1990)
1911 - Ginger Rogers, American actress and dancer (d. 1995)
1913 - Peter van Eyck, actor (d. 1969)
1919 - Choi Kyuha, President of South Korea
1924 - Bess Myerson, Miss America and television personality
1925 - Cal Tjader, musician (d. 1982)
1926 - Irwin Rose, American biologist, recipient of the Nobel Prize in Chemistry
1946 - Ron Yary, American football player
1947 - Assata Shakur, Black Panther Party member
1948 - Rubén Blades, Panamanian actor, musician, and politician
1948 - Pinchas Zukerman, Israeli violinist
1952 - Stewart Copeland, American musician
1956 - Tony Kushner, American playwright
1959 - Gary Anderson, American football player
1963 - Phoebe Cates, American actress
1963 - Fatboy Slim, English musician
1963 - Srečko Katanec, Slovenian footballer and coach
1964 - Phil Hellmuth, American poker player
1964 - Miguel Induráin, Spanish cyclist
1968 - Barry Sanders, American football player
1971 - Corey Feldman, American actor
1974 - Chris Pontius, American skateboard enthusiast
1976 - Anna Smashnova, Israeli tennis player

here's a nice morning song by the supremely gifted Joni Mitchell:

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window, and the traffic wrote the words
It came a-reeling up like Christmas bells, and rapping up like pipes and drums

Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll wear it 'till the night comes

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I saw
Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall
Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon

Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
There's a sun show every second

Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today
And the streets are paved with passersby
And pigeons fly
And papers lie
Waiting to blow away

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew
There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too
And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses
Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll talk in present tenses

When the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away
I will bring you incense owls by night
By candlelight
By jewel-light
If only you will stay
Pretty baby, won't you
Wake up, it's a Chelsea morning

aggie my sweet, ain't no mountain high enough etc. etc. etc. You know what I mean.

Well, well, Now we're back on track, folks.

Thanks, Yit. I love the song by Joni. Chelsea morning conjurs up a delightful image.

Raggedy, once again you have come through with the celebs.Thanks, PA. Hmmm. Corey Feldman. Didn't he star in The Lost Boys?

From the movie:



Artist: Echo & the Bunnymen Lyrics
Song: People Are Strange Lyrics

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name

Hey, folks. I'm not strange. Anyone remember my name?

Well, listeners. I certainly do miss our European contigent, but perhaps they will fall back in soon.

In the interim, a bit of history:

Today in History - July 16


Today is Saturday, July 16, the 197th day of 2005. There are 168 days left in the year.

Today's Highlight in History:

On July 16, 1945, the United States exploded its first experimental atomic bomb, in the desert of Alamogordo, N.M.

On this date:

In 1790, the District of Columbia was established as the seat of the United States government.

In 1862, David G. Farragut became the first rear admiral in the United States Navy.

In 1918, Russia's Czar Nicholas II, his empress and their five children were executed by the Bolsheviks.

In 1935, the first parking meters were installed, in Oklahoma City.

In 1951, the novel ``The Catcher in the Rye'' by J.D. Salinger was first published.

In 1969, Apollo 11 blasted off from Cape Kennedy on the first manned mission to the surface of the moon.

In 1973, during the Senate Watergate hearings, former White House aide Alexander P. Butterfield publicly revealed the existence of President Nixon's secret taping system.

In 1979, Saddam Hussein became president of Iraq.

In 1980, former California Gov. Ronald Reagan won the Republican presidential nomination at the party's convention in Detroit.

In 1999, John F. Kennedy Jr., his wife, Carolyn, and her sister, Lauren Bessette, died when their single-engine plane, piloted by Kennedy, plunged into the Atlantic Ocean near Martha's Vineyard, Mass.

Ten years ago: William Barloon and David Daliberti, the two Americans who were imprisoned in Iraq for crossing the border from Kuwait four months earlier, were released.

Five years ago: Families and friends of the victims of the TWA Flight 800 explosion broke ground for a new memorial on the Long Island shore not far from where the plane went down, killing all 230 people on board.

One year ago: Martha Stewart was sentenced to five months in prison and five months of home confinement by a federal judge in New York for lying about a stock sale. Some 90 children were killed in a school fire in southern India. Former Georgia Gov. George Busbee died in Savannah at age 76.

Back on track!!! One small post and I have de-railed you??? I have my fathers bad temper, the powers that be help me. I'm a bit sick of your little remarks that are meant for me (it's in black and white for all to see, and you know what I mean, and there have been more than one!), so before I really loose my temper and disrespect you, I will leave your thread as you wish. I thought you were not as insecure as a few others here, and I really thought you had more going for yourself, but I was wrong. Miss Letty, you were very high in my eyes, and now you have fallen, and broken into a million pieces! I guess for you, and some here this is all that you have.

I came here to learn, and boy have I learned. I came here to share, and I believe I have done so. I did not come here to kiss ass, or put up with old biddies bad manners and insecurities!

If the people that really run this forum think I really have done something so bad, and they want to ban me, then please let me know.

This is wabash for sure Miss Letty.

You know, Angel. I simply didn't understand what you meant, and there is no need to get angry. I do believe that you are over-reacting, my dear. So far our radio station has been free of personal attacks, and I hate that you saw my one remark as an insult to you.

You see, Angel. In an actual radio format, things follow a pattern. Incidentally, wabashed coffee comes from pouring water over old grounds, and it came from the hoboes who had to do such things while riding the rails. Hence the song Wabash Cannon Ball.

It is, of course, your choice, and due to the nature of my husband's illness, I find solace in being on the pc, especially WA2K radio.

I hope the European contingent will bring some peace in this troubled times...

Take it easy.

Well, Francis, we all make enemies, I suppose, and I truly hate it that Angelique saw something duplicitous in my endeavor to keep the radio format in tact.

Incidentally, listeners. I never have nor ever will report anyone as I still believe in free speech whether it is contrary to my opinion or not.

Perhaps a little music will soothe the savage breast:


"Take It Easy"

Well, I'm running down the road
tryin' to loosen my load
I've got seven women on
my mind,
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she's a friend of mine
Take It easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
and take it easy
Well, I'm a standing on a corner
in Winslow, Arizona
and such a fine sight to see
It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin' down to take a look at me
Come on, baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
gonna save me
We may lose and we may win though
we will never be here again
so open up, I'm climbin' in,
so take it easy
Well I'm running down the road trying to loosen
my load, got a world of trouble on my mind
lookin' for a lover who won't blow my
cover, she's so hard to find
Take it easy, take it easy
don't let the sound of your own
wheels make you crazy
come on baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
gonna save me, oh oh oh
Oh we got it easy
We oughta take it easy

as was said long ago,

errare humanum est

besides, going off-track isn't even a bad thing in itself. so, without taking sides, here's hoping AE comes back.

Thank you yitwail. That means a lot to me. An apology to those, and only those that have been fair to me.

Ooops a double post, sorry.

Thanks to the very nice message sender.

In the meantime, let's listen to a sill poem of our beloved
German poet, Christian Morgenstern.

The Impossible Fact

Palmstroem, old, an aimless rover,
walking in the wrong direction
at a busy intersection
is run over.

"How," he says, his life restoring
and with pluck his death ignoring,
"can an accident like this
ever happen? What's amiss?

"Did the state administration
fail in motor transportation?
Did police ignore the need
for reducing driving speed?

"Isn't there a prohibition,
barring motorized transmission
of the living to the dead?
Was the driver right who sped . . . ?"

Tightly swathed in dampened tissues
he explores the legal issues,
and it soon is clear as air:
Cars were not permitted there!

And he comes to the conclusion:
His mishap was an illusion,
for, he reasons pointedly,
that which must not, can not be.