WA2K Radio is now on the air

Bob, you are so dear, and always take the time to recognize everyone. Thank you, my friend. Sorta glad I did the "Thank God and Greyhound" thing. <smile>

Thanks for that, Letty.

And thanks for playing Lucretia McEvil earlier. I love it!

joining ticomaya with thanks for the kudos and lucretia macevil. sounds of silence was neat, as well.

Good news from London. British Airways employees will return to work by 8:00 pm tonight. (No--I don't know which 8:00 pm ours or theirs or something in between) It will take some time to find places for all those people while still attending to new business. At least it means my little Nina and my even littler grandchildren will be on the way back and won't have to take out English citizenship papers after all.

Tico, You are quite welcome. I love Blood, Sweat, and Tears, and I'm not certain why. Strange, no?

Listeners, I am having company over the weekend, and I may come into our studio a little less frequently, but my heart and my voice will be with you all.

Blowing everyone a kiss until later.

I know, folks, this has been done to death, but it still retains its power:











Artist: Frank Sinatra Lyrics
Song: As Time Goes By Lyrics





You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is still (just) a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by

And when two lovers woo
They still say: "i love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by

Moonlight and love songs - never out of date
Hearts full of passion - jealousy and hate
Woman needs man - and man must have his mate
That no one can deny

It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

Letty, the intro, which isn't done that often, seems rather charming to me:

[This day and age we're living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension.
Yet we get a trifle weary
With Mr. Einstein's theory.
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension

And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed.]

You must remember this...

Thank you, Miss Letty, for your words.

Yit, my friend. You are so right. often the verses, or intros, are the most beautiful part of any melody. I thank you for that intro, as I have never heard it.

Francis, dear. You have earned every bit of praise that has been given you, and what's more important, is that you have never been smug about it.

Well, listeners. I guess I always say it best in a song:

I'm Glad There Is You
Carmen Mcrae

Said I, many times, love is illusion,
A feeling result of confusion.
With knowing smile, and blazing sigh,
A cynical so-and-so was I.

I felt so sure, so positive,
So utterly, unchangingly certain.
But I never was aware of love and you,

And suddenly I realized
There was love and you,
And I, and I................

In this world,
Of ordinary people,
Extraordinary people,
I'm glad there is you.

In this world of overrated treasures,
And underrated pleasures,
I'm glad there is you.

I live to love,
I love to live with you,
Right here beside me.
This road so new,
I'll muddle through,
With you to guide me.

In this world,
Where many, many play at love,
And hardly any stay at love,
I'm glad there is you,
More than ever, I'm glad,
So glad, there's you.

Letty, you missed a few things in your portrait of me. Please allow me to fill it out.



I'm The Slime
by Frank Zappa
I am gross and perverted
I'm obsessed 'n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little had changed
I am the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you

I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away
I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin' out
From your TV set

You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't got for help...no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold

That's right, folks..
Don't touch that dial

Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin' along on your livin'room floor

I am the slime from your video
Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go

edgar, That might be Frank Zappa's observation, but it certainly isn't mine. I did miss that sense of humor, however.

Everyone is always telling me not to worry, but by this time I am getting concerned, listeners. No company yet.

Ah, well. Let's just get maudlin for a moment:




Don't worry 'bout me
I'll get along
Just you forget about me
Be happy my love

Just say that our little show is over
And so the story ends
Why not call it a day, the sensible way
And we'll remain friends

Look out for yourself
Should be the rule
Just give your heart and your love, to whom ever you love
Don't you be a fool

Baby why stop and cling, to some fading thing
That used to be
So if you can't forget
Don't you worry 'bout me

Well, listeners. That song must have weaved a magic spell.

They're here.

Goodnight, beautiful people..

With a big smile from Letty, and of course with love.

DON'T WORRY 'BOUT ME
Words and music by Marty Robbins

CAPO 3rd Fret/KEY: Bb/PLAY: G
[G] Don't worry 'bout me, [G7] it's all over [C] now
Though I may be [G] blue, I'll manage some-[D7] how [P]
[NC] Love can't be ex-[G] plained, [G7] can't be con-[C] trolled
One day it's [G] warm, [D7] next day it's [G] cold. [G7]

Don't pity [C] me, 'cause I'm feelin' [G] blue
Don't be a-[D7] shamed, it might have been [G] you [G7]
Oh, oh, oh, [C] oh, love, kiss me one [G] time, then go, love
I'll under-[D7] stand, don't worry 'bout [G] me.

Sweet, sweet, sweet love; I want you to be
As happy as I, when you loved me
I'll never forget you, your sweet memory
It's all over now, don't worry 'bout me.

When one heart tells, one heart, one heart good-bye
One heart is free, one heart will cry
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sweet, sweet baby sweet, baby sweet
It's alright, don't worry 'bout me.

Don't Worry About the Government
Talking Heads

I see the clouds that move across the sky
I see the wind that moves the clouds away
It moves the clouds over by the building
I pick the building that I want to live in

I smell the pine trees and the peaches in the woods
I see the pinecones that fall by the highway
That's the highway that goes to the building
I pick the building that I want to live in

It's over there, it's over there
My building has every convenience
It's gonna make life easy for me
It's gonna be easy to get things done
I will relax alone with my loved ones

Loved ones, loved ones visit the building,
take the highway, park and come up and see me
I'll be working, working but if you come visit
I'll put down what I'm doing, my friends are important

Don't you worry 'bout me
I wouldn't worry about me
Don't you worry 'bout me
Don't you worry 'bout me

I see the states, across this big nation
I see the laws made in Washington, D.C.
I think of the ones I consider my favorites
I think of the people that are working for me

Some civil servants are just like my loved ones
They work so hard and they try to be strong
I'm a lucky guy to live in my building
They own the buildings to help them along

It's over there, it's over there
My building has every convenience
It's gonna make life easy for me
It's gonna be easy to get things done
I will relax along with my loved ones

Loved ones, loved ones visit the building
Take the highway, park and come up and see me
I'll be working, working but if you come visit
I'll put down what I'm doing, my friends are important

I wouldn't worry 'bout
I wouldn't worry about me
Don't you worry 'bout me
Don't you worry 'bout ME..........

Letty, you are such a dear friend. You appreciate everyone in such a way that we all feel special. That makes you special indeed.

Your quote by John Donne reminded me of another poem of his that I love. Here is just one part that I appreciate mostly for its intimate imagery:

From The Good-Morrow

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest...

As usual, I've missed all of you but I try to catch up by reading the past posts--something I seldom do on other threads.

Our trip brought to life the words from America the Beautiful. Trouble is, at 62 years old, I remember what it used to be like; I remember being able to drink from a stream when I went camping in Arizona; I remember the pristine skyline of Tucson; I do remember trash, just not as much of it.

I don't want to become one of those oldtimers who always talk about how much better it used to be--in many ways it is much better now than it used to be, especially in civil rights, but not in nature. Ah well, there is still so much beauty to be seen and explored and Dys and I are incredibly lucky, in our retirement, to be able to explore almost as often as we want.

As always it's good to be back with the crew from WA2K.

Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools

Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors
Rave on words on printed page

Rave on, you left us infinity
And well pressed pages torn to fade
Drive on with wild abandon
Uptempo, frenzied heels

Rave on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass
Rave on fill the senses
On nature's bright green shady path

Rave on Omar Khayyam, Rave on Kahlil Gibran
Oh, what sweet wine we drinketh
The celebration will be held
We will partake the wine and break the Holy bread

Rave on let a man come out of Ireland
Rave on on Mr. Yeats,
Rave on down through the Holy Rosey Cross
Rave on down through theosophy, and the Golden Dawn
Rave on through the writing of "A Vision"
Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on

Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools

Rave on, down though the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on words on printed page

I second that emotion.

Okay guys and gals of the airwaves, I am typing this on an unfamiliar keyboard this morning because I just plugged in my new computer last night.

Not quite all up and running yet, for example e-mail is not yet enabled, but we're getting there and this seems to be a big improvement- think Model T Ford and Ferrari.

A very good day to you all, and hugs and kisses to Letty.

Edgar, while reading that last I imagined an ex-poet's house, called Dunraven.
Where was Dylan Thomas in all that - Rage rage... I don't think of Donne as a raver, more a quiet eloquence for the religious bits, and deep husky sexuality for the others.

Bert Lahr
Born: August 13, 1895 in New York City, NY

"How many lion parts are there?" Thus did Bert Lahr, a major comedy star on Broadway, sum up his occasionally interesting but largely unfulfilling film career. Dropping out of school at 15 to join a juvenile vaudeville act, Lahr worked his way up from second comic to top banana on the Columbia Burlesque Circuit. Along the way, he married his first wife Mercedes Delpino, who was also his onstage partner. Lahr gained popularity with lowbrows and the intelligentsia alike with his grotesque facial expressions, his apparently ad-libbed one-liners, and his plaintive expletive "gnaang, gnaang gnaang!" He graduated from vaudeville to Broadway in 1927, going on to star in such fondly remembered musicals as Hold Everything, Flying High, and Life Begins at 8:40, performing such classic routines as "Stop in the name of the station house!" and "Woodman, Spare That Tree!"

Lahr made his starring film debut in the 1931 movie adaptation of Flying High, but never truly caught on as a screen personality, possibly because his gestures and reactions were too broad for the comparatively intimate medium of films. Lahr's greatest screen performance -- indeed, one of the greatest performances ever captured on celluloid -- was as the Cowardly Lion in the perennial favorite The Wizard of Oz (1939). In the mid-1950s, Lahr gained a latter-day reputation as a sensitive dramatic actor when he was co-starred with E.G. Marshall in the first New York staging of Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot. For all his onstage buffoonery, Lahr was an intensely troubled, unhappy man, a fact driven home in Notes on a Cowardly Lion, a biography written by Lahr's son, theatre critic John Lahr. After making more money than he'd ever seen in his life as star of a series of potato chip commercials, Bert Lahr was cast as Professor Spats in the nostalgic 1967 film The Night They Raided Minsky's; Lahr died of cancer during production, forcing the producers to use a double for the actor in several scenes. ~ Hal Erickson, All Movie Guide

http://entertainment.msn.com/celebs/celeb.aspx?mp=b&c=149704

"IF I WERE THE KING OF THE FOREST"



Sung by: The Cowardly Lion


If I were King of the Forest, Not queen, not duke, not prince.
My regal robes of the forest, would be satin, not cotton, not chintz.
I'd command each thing, be it fish or fowl.
With a woof and a woof and a royal growl - woof.


As I'd click my heel, all the trees would kneel.
And the mountains bow and the bulls kowtow.
And the sparrow would take wing - If I - If I - were King!


Each rabbit would show respect to me. The chipmunks genuflect to me.
Though my tail would lash, I would show compash
For every underling!


If I - If I - were King!
Just King!
Monarch of all I survey -- Mo--na-a-a--a-arch Of all I survey!

"If I Only Had The Nerve"



Sung By: The Cowardly Lion


Life is sad, believe me Missy,
When you're born to be a sissy
Without the vim and verve.

But I could change my habits,
Nevermore be scared of rabbits
If I only had the nerve.

I'm afraid there's no denyin'
I'm just a dandylion
A fate I don't deserve.

But I could show my prowess,
Be a lion not a mowess
If I only had the nerve.

Oh, I'd be in my stride, a king down to the core
Oh, I'd roar the way I never roared before
And then I'd rrrwoof
And roar some more.

I would show the dinosaurus
Who's king around the fores'
A king they'd better serve.

Why with my regal beezer,
I could be another Caesar
If I only had the nerve.

Life is sad, believe me Missy,
When you're born to be a sissy
Without the vim and verve.

But I could change my habits,
Nevermore be scared of rabbits
If I only had the nerve.

I'm afraid there's no denyin'
I'm just a dandylion
A fate I don't deserve.

But I could show my prowess,
Be a lion not a mowess
If I only had the nerve.

Oh, I'd be in my stride, a king down to the core
Oh, I'd roar the way I never roared before
And then I'd rrrwoof
And roar some more.

I would show the dinosaurus
Who's king around the fores'
A king they'd better serve.

Why with my regal beezer,
I could be another Caesar
If I only had the nerve.

Life is sad, believe me Missy,
When you're born to be a sissy
Without the vim and verve.

But I could change my habits,
Nevermore be scared of rabbits
If I only had the nerve.

I'm afraid there's no denyin'
I'm just a dandylion
A fate I don't deserve.

But I could show my prowess,
Be a lion not a mowess
If I only had the nerve.

Oh, I'd be in my stride, a king down to the core
Oh, I'd roar the way I never roared before
And then I'd rrrwoof
And roar some more.

I would show the dinosaurus
Who's king around the fores'
A king they'd better serve.

Why with my regal beezer,
I could be another Caesar
If I only had the nerve.