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Where are my birthdays for today? I could have sworn I posted them earlier. I even made a comment about not being able to post pictures from Google. I must be doing something wrong. Well, here's hoping:

Birthday Celebs:

Births
1504 - Matthew Parker, Archbishop of Canterbury (d. 1575)
1619 - Barbara Strozzi, Italian singer and composer (d. 1677)
1638 - Nicolas Malebranche, French philosopher (d. 1715)
1644 - Louise de la Vallière, French mistress of Louis XIV of France (d. 1710)
1656 - Claude de Forbin, French naval commander (d. 1733)
1766 - William Hyde Wollaston, English chemist (d. 1828)
1809 - Alfred Lord Tennyson, English poet (d. 1892)
1844 - James Henry Greathead, engineer (d. 1896)
1844 - Alfred, Duke of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (d. 1900)
1868 - Paul Claudel, French poet (d. 1955)
1874 - Charles Fort, writer and researcher into anomalous phenomena (d. 1932)
1877 - Wallace H. White, Jr., U.S. Senator from Maine (d. 1952)
1880 - Hans Moser, actor (d. 1964)
1881 - Leo Carrillo, actor (d. 1961)
1881 - Alexander Fleming, scientist (d. 1955)
1881 - Louella Parsons, gossip columnist (d. 1972)
1889 - John Middleton Murry, English poet (d. 1957)
1892 - Hoot Gibson, actor (d. 1962)
1893 - Wright Patman, American politician (d. 1976)
1900 - Cecil H. Green, American geophysicist and businessman (d. 2003)
1902 - Dutch Schultz, bootlegger and gangster (d. 1935)
1904 - Jean Desses, French couturier (d. 1970)
1911 - Lucille Ball, actress, comedian (d. 1989)
1916 - Richard Hofstadter, historian (d. 1970)
1917 - Robert Mitchum, actor (d. 1997)
1918 - Otto Wolff von Amerongen, industrialist
1922 - Sir Freddie Laker, entrepreneur
1928 - Jan Kucera, author
1928 - Chung Se Yung, Korean automobile manufacturer
1928 - Andy Warhol, artist (d. 1987)
1932 - Howard Hodgkin, painter and print-maker
1934 - Piers Anthony, writer
1938 - Paul Bartel, American actor,writer and director (d. 2000)
1943 - Jon Postel, creator of DNS
1943 - Dan Grigore, Romanian pianist
1946 - Roh Moo-hyun, President of South Korea
1946 - Masaaki Sakai, Japanese comedian
1949 - Clarence Richard Silva, Roman Catholic Bishop of Honolulu
1951 - Daryl Somers, Australian television personality
1957 - Jim McGreevey, Governor of New Jersey
1959 - Joyce Sims, American singer and songwriter
1962 - Michelle Yeoh, actress
1963 - Kevin Mitnick, computer hacker
1969 - Elliott Smith, American muscian (d. 2003)
1970 - M. Night Shyamalan, film director, writer, producer, and actor
1971 - Merrin Dungey, actress
1972 - Geri Halliwell, singer
1973 - Asia Carrera, actress
1976 - Melissa George, actress
1978 - Billy Klippert, singer
1982 - Adrianne Curry, reality television
1990 - JonBenét Ramsey, beauty queen and murder victim (d. 1996)

Well, hello, Francis. Thank you for that correction. And which Roman numeral are you? <smile>

Hmmmm. Where is our Raggedy?

I'm right above you, Letty, but thanks for asking.

Piano Man

Billy Joel



It's nine o'clock on a saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He says, son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Chorus:
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

Now john at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.
As the smile ran away from his face
Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Now paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with davy who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone

Chorus

It's a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, man, what are you doin' here?

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Chorus

Well, dar she is, as my mom used to say.

Thanks, gal, for the updates. (I'm not getting them somehow)

I was trying to recall the last movie that I saw starring Robert Mitchum, and, of course, there's everyone's favorite red head.

I don't remember the last Mitchum movie I saw, but if you never saw this one, do try to catch it.

The Night of the Hunter

Robert Mitchum was the epitome of cool.

Bob, Thanks for the Piano Man. I really like Billy Joel, but although I have never heard that song, I am certain that our listeners have.

Wow! Raggedy. The Night of the Hunter. Wasn't he a preacher bent on death to children? Hey, he had a part in Scrooged with Bill Murray. I recall that.

Well, my, my. Here's our dys talking about "cool". Hey, man. How are your guests doing?

I need to check out Robert M. because I remember something about him in a movie that I saw when I was just a kid. (the movies were my baby sitter.)

I like Mitchum. One of my favorites is The Red Pony, based on two of John Steinbeck's short stories.

I've just come back from Scotland
My word, how days do race
I picked up boxes from my son
Because he needed space

Then went and saw my cousins
Some fifty miles away
I only stayed there overnight
And came straight back today

And now I'm feeling tuckered
From stowing all that crap
But what's a dad to do, you gotta
Help the little chap

My basement's nearly all full up
With boxes, bags and cases
God knows what's there, I'm sure I don't
No labels, tags or traces

I loved "The Red Pony". I did not have much patience with the father.

Letty, in Night of the Hunter, Mitchum was trying to find money the children's father had hidden with them before he escaped from prison and was killed. I don't want to give too much of the plot away here in case anyone should want to see it. Lillian Gish was excellent as the "protector of orphans". Her famous last lines, referring to children: "They abide and they endure." Mitchum bore the letters L O V E and H A T E on his fingers.

There's our McTag. Hey, Brit, do I ever know about boxes and crates and such. Great to see you back in our studios, although you must be completely tuckered. Grab a chair; sit down; and listen to the music and reviews.

And, Texas, how's it going? Hmmm. Can't recall The Red Pony. Was that short story called, "The Leader of the People?"

Raggedy, I do vaguely recall The Night of the Hunter, though. Thanks, PA.

Well, speaking of leaders, here's a little memory song:



Lyrics for: Leader Of The Pack

SPOKEN:
Is she really going out with him?
Well, there she is. Let's ask her.
Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?
Mm-hmm.
Gee, it must be great riding with him.
Is he picking you up after school today?
Mm-mm.
By the way, where'd you meet him?

I met him at the candy store
He turned around and smiled at me

SPOKEN:
You get the picture? (Yes, we see.)

That's when I fell for the leader of the pack

My folks were always putting him down (down down)
They said he came from the wrong side of town
(Whatcha mean when you say that he came from the wrong side of town?)
They told me he was bad
But I knew he was sad
That's why I fell for the leader of the pack

One day, my dad said find someone new
I had to tell my Jimmy we're through
(Whatcha mean when you say that you better go find somebody new?)
He stood there and asked me why
But all I could do was cry
I'm sorry I hurt you, leader of the pack

SPOKEN:
He sort of smiled and kissed me goodbye.
The tears were beginning to show.
As he drove away on that rainy night,
I begged him to go slow.
But whether he heard, I'll never know.

(No no no no no no no)
SPOKEN:
Look out, look out, look out, look out!

I felt so helpless, what could I do?
Remembering all the things we've been through
In school, they all stop and stare
I can't hide the tears but I don't care
I'll never forget him, the leader of the pack

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Gone) The leader of the pack, now he's gone
(Gone) The leader of the pack, now he's gone
(repeat and fade out)

Perhaps we've played that one before, folks, but what the hey--as dys says, it the epitome of cool.

In searching out one thing, I came across another:



Is Your Memory Normal? [WebMD]



The study: Led by Elizabeth Cady from Kansas State University, the team asked 124 participants who were all about 19 years old to choose from a prepared list the song that elicited the strongest positive memory. They also chose one song that was popular in each of these life stages: early childhood, grade school, middle school, high school, and college.

Participants were divided into four groups:

Those who saw only the name of the song.

Those who were shown the lyrics to the song.

Those who viewed an album cover and/or picture of the song's artist.

Those heard one minute of the song.

Would hearing the song make the memories more vivid than just seeing the song title or album cover?

The results: The memories were extremely clear, whether or not participants heard the song or saw only the lyrics, a photo or the title. "Music is a big cue," Cady explained in a news release announcing the study findings. She added that the results show how pervasive the mass media is in our lives. Even more interesting, many of the memories the participants shared were similar to Cady's own memories of those songs, especially those that were related to events or people.
The study findings were presented to the American Psychological Society meeting in Los Angeles, Calif.

Well, listeners. We're all individuals and I can say that I am an exception to the rule. Coming from a family of musicians, I am never certain which song is my memory or that of others in my immediate family or extended family. And you?

The Way We Were

Memories
light the corners of my mind
misty water-color memories
of the way we were

Scattered pictures
of the smiles we left behind
smiles we gave to one another
for the way we were

Can it be that it was all so simple then
or has time rewritten every line
if we had the change to do it all again

Memories
may be beautiful and yet
what's too painful to remember
we simply choose to forget

so it's the laughter
we will remember
whenever we remember

The way we were
the way we were
whoaaahhhh

ah, dj. You are such a dear. Is that your memory? I can hear that melody in my mind. Don't we just adore our dj, folks?


MR. WONDERFUL
Peggy Lee

Why this feeling? Why this glow?
Why the thrill when you say Hello?
It's a strange and tender magic you do
Mister Wonderful, that's you.

Why this trembling when you speak
Why this joy when you touch my cheek?
I must tell you what my heart knows is true
Mister Wonderful, that's you.





And why this longing to know your charms
To spend forever here in your arms

Oh there's much more I could say
But the words keep slipping away
And I'm left with one point of view
Mister Wonderful, that's you

One more thing, then I'm through
Mister Wonderful
Mister Wonderful
Mister Wonderful, I love you!

And that was a memory from the corner of my mind, folks.

not my memory but one of my favourite songs with the word memory in it

let's see if i can come up with songs for each of these pojnts in my life

early childhood - no real defined songs, but i learned the tunes for many standards from listening to my father sing allan sherman parodies

grade school - discovering my parents record collection, coming heavily under the spell of the clancy brothers, such songs as the work of the weavers and the whistling gypsy

middle school - much music in this period (as with all periods hereafter), the beatles (the long and winding road), elton john (your song), david bowie (watch that man), jim croce (lovers cross)

high school - more diversification, sex pistols (anarchy for the uk), elvis costello (the angels want to wear my red shoes), a greater appreciation for classical music, beethoven and dvoraks 9th symphonies

college - broadening my musical tastes, becoming exposed to music from around the world and discovering more avant garde composers like laurie anderson (o superman)

Ah, Canada. No Diana Krall anywhere among those collections?<smile>

Strangely, listeners. I cannot remember exactly what I knew in elementary school. I do remember in seventh grade our music teacher fussed at me for doing harmony by ear.

In the green wood stands a chapel,
Underneath an apple tree.

No one goes there to that chapel,
No one shakes the apple tree.(really stupid, actually)

There was a descant to it, folks, and I won't bore our listeners with the repetition.

High School: Everything, especially if there were a boy involved.

It's not the pale moon,
That excites me,
That thrills and delights me,
Oh, no!
It's just the nearness of you.

It isn't your sweet conversation,
That makes this sensation,
Oh, no. It's just the nearness of you.

When you're in my arms,
And I feel you so close to me,
All my wildest dreams come true.

I need no soft lights to enhance me,
If you'll only grant me the right,
To hold you ever so tight,
And to feel in the night,
The nearness of you.

College?

So many that I can't name them all.

Hippie days?

James Taylor--Bob Dylan--and on and on.

Now? Well, I'm rediscovering them all.

Anyone else?

Ah, Europe is asleep and Texas is not here, so Florida must say goodnight with a song that once was dear:


Words and music by David Bowie.

Lyrics
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly
The spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band

Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.

So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our (bleep)
Just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kids were just crass, he was the nazz
With God given (bleep)
He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band.

Oh yeah
Ooooooo
Ziggy played guitaarrrrrr

From Letty with love

That's interesting, about how the listener perceives music.

I have found out that, when I listen to a song, I do not listen for the lyrics. I listen to the music.
Some lyrics stick, of course, but not many. I observe how the chord structure changes, and listen to the bass line. Others listen mainly to the words, I believe.

Yet

I'm riled agan, beguiled again
A whimpering, simpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Am I....

...couldn't eat and couldn't sleep,
Til love came and told me I shouldn't sleep,
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered,
Am I.

Lost my heart but what of it,
He is cold I agree,
He can laugh but I love it,
Although the laugh's on me.

I'll cling to him,
Each spring to him,
And long for the day,
That I'll sing to him.

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered,
Am I.

Good morning, McTag and WA2K listeners.