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Well, I'll be, dj. I don't recall that, but I do wish WKRP was as good as we. <smile>

Well, listeners, it's that time of night for Letty.

Goodnight, my friends.

Wish your Letty an uninterrupted sleep, please.

And as always,

From Letty with love.

SAY YOU, SAY ME (Lionel Richie)

(Chorus)
Say you, say me; say it for always
That's the way it should be
Say you, say me; say it together
Naturally

I had a dream I had an awesome dream
People in the park playing games in the dark
And what they played was a masquerade
And from behind of walls of doubt a voice was crying out

Say you, say me...
(Repeat Chorus)

As we go down life's lonesome highway
Seems the hardest thing to do is to find a friend or two
A helping hand - Some one who understands
That when you feel you've lost your way
You've got some one there to say "I'll show you"

(Repeat Chorus)

So you think you know the answers - Oh no
'Couse the whole world has got you dancing
That's right - I'm telling you
It's time to start believing - Oh yes
Believing who you are: You are a shining star

(Repeat Chorus)

Say it together... naturally

...and it is Friday - date night here in the southland,
so let's hear the soultry voice of Marilyn Monroe.

"All the gentle lot of conversation is deader than the dead sea scrolls
We've become the mutest kind of nation,
we're uncommunicating souls
Noone talks, noone talks!
It's something we seldom ever do
Noone talks, noone talks"

Noone talks but...you
Let's make love
"Here we sit and we chatter
What are we thinking of?
Let's not make with the patter
Baby, let's make love"

If you roar like a lion, I could coo like a dove!
If your SOLD BEGIN BUYIN', baby lets make love!
"Gosh, it's hot"
No, don't turn TV on,
instead just turn me on
I'll light up like neon
Just a tiny section of your affection
in my direction will do, ooh

"You'll just love my embraces 'cause they'll fit like a glove
We'll be off to the races maybe..."
Kiss me baby, let's make love

Don't just lay there.. honey do something..

Don't just contemplate me
prove that you don't hate me
Come on, ask you, late me...

"Maybe moonlight works with me,
come to groups with me,
lips to lips with me, do"

"You'll just love my embraces"
cause they'll fit like a glove
"We could get down to cases,maybe..."

Kiss me baby, let's make love
Let's make love

Jim Reeves
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.



James Travis "Jim" Reeves (August 20, 1923 - July 31, 1964) was an American country singer.

Reeves was born in Galloway, Texas, he became known as a crooner because of his warm velvety voice. His songs were remarkable for their simple elegance highlighted by his rich baritone voice. Songs such as "He'll have to go", "Adios Amigo", and "Am I Losing You" demonstrated this approach. Jim Reeves' Christmas songs have been perennial favorites, including songs such as "Silver Bells", "Blue Christmas", and "An Old Christmas Card".

In 1959/1960, Reeves scored his greatest hit with the Joe Allison composition "He'll Have to Go" which earned him a platinum record. In the early 1960s, Reeves was more popular than Elvis Presley in South Africa. He even recorded several album`s in Afrikaans. In 1963 he starred in a South African movie, Kimberley Jim, which was the biggest South African production up to that date. He had a No.1 hit on the United Kingdom pop charts in 1966 with "Distant Drums", a song written for him by Cindy Walker. Jim Reeves was one of the few Western singers, including music acts such as Boney M and ABBA, who became widely known in the non-European world, including Africa, India and Southeast Asia. To this day, he is affectionately referred to as 'Gentleman Jim' in these parts.

Reeves died when the small aircraft he was piloting crashed during a thunder storm near Nashville, Tennessee. His business partner and manager Dean Manuel was also killed in the crash.

He was elected posthumously to the Country Music Hall of Fame in 1967 and in 1998 he was inducted into the Texas Country Music Hall of Fame in Carthage, Texas, where the Jim Reeves Memorial is located.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Reeves



Artist: jim reeves
Album: he'll have to go
Title: he'll have to go

Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone
Let's pretend that we're together all alone
I'll tell the man to turn the juke box way down low
And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go

Whisper to me tell me do you love me true
Or is he holding you the way I do
Though love is blind make up your mind I've got to know
Should I hang up or will you tell him he'll have to go

You can't say the words I want to hear
While you're with another man
Do you want me answer yes or no
Darlin' I will understand

Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone
Let's pretend that we're together all alone
I'll tell the man to turn the juke box way down low
And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go

Edgar A. Guest

Born in Birmingham, England, on August 20, 1881, Edgar A. Guest settled with his family in Detroit in 1891. Starting in 1895 as a copy boy at the Detroit Free Press, Guest worked his way up as police reporter, exchange editor, and verse columnist. His first, weekly column, "Chaff," began in 1904 and eventually became the daily "Breakfast Table Chat," which was ultimately syndicated to 300 newspapers throughout the United States. His fourth volume of poetry, A Heap o' Livin', reputedly sold more than one million copies. He broadcast weekly from Chicago on NBC radio from 1931 to 1942. (For example, in the 1937-38 season his program, "Edgar Guest in Welcome Valley," was sponsored by Household Finance on Tuesdays from 8:30 to 9:00 p.m. and ran on 18 stations.) In 1951 NBC broadcast his "A Guest in Your Home" on television.

On June 28, 1906, Guest and Nellie Crossman married. They had two children. Guest was a Mason, a member of the Episcopal church, and a lifelong golfer. Late in life Guest was given several honorary degrees, notably by the University of Michigan in 1955.

Guest authored over 20 volumes of poetry. At his death on August 5, 1959, he was affectionately called "the poet of the people" because he wrote of everyday family lives with deep sentimentality. He was thought to have penned over 11,000 poems in his lifetime, many of them in fourteeners, which have been neglected by major poets for centuries. An index to all his poems exists in the Seattle Public Library. Academic anthologies usually omit his works, possibly because in them he unashamedly wears his heart on his sleave and leaves little room for multiple interpretations. possibly his best-known poem is "It Couldn't be Done." His Collected Verse appeared in 1934 and went into at least 11 editions.

http://www.knowledgerush.com/kr/biography/47/Edgar_A._Guest

Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959)
It Couldn't Be Done

Somebody said that it couldn't be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;"
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.

This poem was Jim's favorite. It hung on the wall in his office and has been featured in several Jim Reeves books:

The Indispensable Man
by Saxon White Kessinger

Sometime when you're feeling important,
Sometime when your ego's in bloom,
Sometimes when you take it for granted
You're the best qualified in the room.
Sometimes when you feel that your going
Would leave an unfillable hole,
Just follow these simple instructions
And see how they humble your soul.
Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your hand in it up to your wrist,
Pull it out and the hole that's remaining
Is a measure of how you'll be missed.
You can splash all you wish when you enter,
You may stir up the water galore,
But stop, and you'll find that in no time
It looks quiet the same as before.
The moral in this quaint example
Is do just the best that you can,
Be proud of yourself, but remember---
There's no indispensable man.

Good morning, WA2K radio.

It's going to be a lovely day here in my little corner of Florida and I hope your day will be wonderful as well.

Hey Rex. Nice to see our "main" man playing Lionel Richie. Great artist!

Ah, Jane. Little sultry Norma Jean with a lovin' song. Thanks, gal. I read an interesting article a couple of days ago that reveals quite a bit about her. It was gleaned from her shrink's tapes, and was a revelation about a sad woman who never found physical or mental satisfaction.

Bob, that was a great bio about gentleman Jim. I had no idea that he was so popular in non European countries and that he recorded songs in other languages. My sister loved "He'll Have to Go." Thanks, Boston.

Well, folks. It's coffee time. Keep those songs and requests coming in.

Bob, again we continue to be awed and informed by your bios. Lovecraft was different, no? It seems that many writers have some sort of affliction in their lives and somehow, that gives them the impetus to be very productive. Thanks Boston.

Hey, you must tell us all about your karaoke gig. <smile>

Good Day WA2K:

Thanks for the bio on Jim Reeves, Bob. I loved that man's voice. The day he died our local station played a song in which he sang something like "I died today" or "I've lived long enough". Gave me chills. I was playing old tapes a couple of months ago and found that song, but I'll be darned if I can remember the name of it. It always escapes me. It's not any of his CDs.

August 20 Birthdays:

1561 - Jacopo Peri, Italian composer (d. 1633)
1625 - Thomas Corneille, French dramatist (d. 1709)
1632 - Louis Bourdaloue, French Jesuit preacher (d. 1704)
1779 - Jöns Jakob Berzelius, chemist (d. 1848)
1833 - Benjamin Harrison, 23rd President of the United States (d. 1901)
1881 - Edgar Guest, English poet (d. 1959)
1890 - H. P. Lovecraft, writer (d. 1937)
1901 - Salvatore Quasimodo, Italian writer (d. 1968)
1905 - Jack Teagarden, jazz musician (d. 1964)
1905 - Jean Gebser, author, linguist, and poet (d. 1973)
1908 - Al Lopez, baseball player and manager
1910 - Eero Saarinen, architect (d. 1961)
1918 - Jacqueline Susann, novelist (d. 1974)
1923 - Jim Reeves, country singer (d. 1964)
1931 - Don King, boxing promoter
1932 - Anthony Ainley, British actor (d. 2004)
1935 - Ron Paul, American politician
1936 - Hideki Shirakawa, Japanese chemist, Nobel Prize, laureate
1940 - Rubén Hinojosa, American politician
1941 - Slobodan Milošević, president of Serbia and Yugoslabia
1941 - Robin Oakley, British journalist
1942 - Isaac Hayes, singer, songwriter, and actor
1944 - Rajiv Gandhi, Prime Minister of India (d. 1991)
1946 - Connie Chung, journalist
1946 - N.R. Narayana Murthy, businessman
1948 - Robert Plant, singer (Cury and João Jorge)
1949 - Phil Lynott, musician (d. 1986)
1951 - Greg Bear, science fiction author
1952 - John Hiatt, musician
1954 - Al Roker, television broadcaster
1955 - Agnes Chan, singer, professor of education, essayist
1956 - Joan Allen, actress
1962 - James Marsters, Canadian actor
1965 - KRS-One (Lawrence Krisna Parker), rapper
1966 - Dimebag Darrell,American guitarist (Pantera/Damageplan)
1968 - Yuri Shiratori, seiyū
1970 - John Carmack, computer game programmer
1971 - Fred Durst, American singer (Limp Bizkit)
1973 - Todd Helton, baseball player
1974 - Maxim Vengerov, Russian violinist
1984 - Mirai Moriyama, Japanese actor

Ah, there's our Raggedy, folks. Thank PA for the updated on the celebs. I think I see Isaac Hayes' picture, gal. So let's play a song by him:


Isaac Hayes
» I'm Gonna Have To Tell Her

I'm gonna have to tell her
I just can't help myself
I'll suffer the consequences
I'm to a point
I just dont' care
I've fallen in love with you
And I got to let her know
If leaving her means keeping you
Then I've got to let her go
Thats why ...
I'm gonna have to tell her
It's all over
I'm gonna have to tell her
It's all over now
I've got to try and tell the kids
In a way they'll understand
That sometimes these things
Can happen to a man
I'm hung up on you girl
So much until it hurts
The more I see of you
The less I wanna see of her
I'm gonna have to tell her
It's all over
I'm gonna have to tell her
It's all over now
I'm a hung up on your love
So much until it hurts
The more I see of you
The less I wanna see of her
That's why
I'm gonna have to tell her
It's all over
I'm gonna have to tell her
It's all over now
I didn't mean
To let this thing get so strong.. no
Sometimes when you're merry in love
You can't tell right from wrong
I'm gonna have to tell her
I've slipped and fell in love
I'm gonna have to tell her
It's all over
Got to try and tell the kids
Daddy won't be coming home
I'm gonna have to tell her
She's gonna be sleeping all alone
God give me strength
I don't want to make her cry
But I've got to tell her
Just cant tell her no more lies
I'm gonna have to tell her
It's all over now
I'm gonna have to tell her
It's all over now

on another thread boomerang is extoling the virtues of being a tomboy, but in the early 60's the who had a different take on a slightly different problem

I'm A Boy
The Who

One girl was called Jean Marie
Another little girl was called Felicity
Another little girl was Sally Joy
The other was me, and I'm a boy

My name is Bill and I'm a headcase
They practice making up on my face
Yeah, I feel lucky if I get trousers to wear
Spend ages taking hairpins from my hair

Chorus 1
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
But my ma won't admit it
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
But if I say I am I get it

Put your frock on Jean Marie
Plait your hair Felicity
Paint your nails, little Sally Joy
Put this wig on, little boy

Chorus 1

Help me wash up, Jean Marie
You can dry Felicity
Stack the dishes, Sally Joy
Me, I don't scrub cause I'm a boy

Chorus 1

I wanna play cricket on the green
Ride my bike across the stream
Cut myself and see my blood
I wanna come home all covered in mud

Chorus 2
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
But my ma won't admit it
I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy
I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy
I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm__ a__ boy__

dj, that is one weird song, Canada. I read a short story once that developed that same theme, and it wasn't very pretty. Do you suppose that still happens to little boys? Let's hope not, listeners.

Well, not one sign of our European friends. Hope all is well with them.

Either I'm no European friend anymore or no-one listens to me as usual :wink:

Walter
You are of the real treasures of A2K.

Well, hello there, my European friend. Did I miss something? That's an interesting item about Jim Reeves, Walter. Never heard of that Kessinger, however. Thanks, buddy.

Now all we need to do is locate France and Manchester. Perhaps our satellite is not functioning. Let's blame it on the cape. <smile>

As you may or may not know my pal Mike who got me into hawk banding had a stroke last year. He recovered but was not allowed to drive any more. He's now been cleared by his doctor but not the registry of motor vehicles. So yesterday we hasd decided to start gettiing the field reafy for the fall banding. That means Bob leaves the house at 7:45 am and drives an hour and a half the reach Newbury where Mike lives. We take Mike's car loaded with a couple of lawn mowers and drive an hour to Fort Devens where the banding station is. Much sweat is shed and the poles are located.
When finished Mike is driven back to Newbury and then the hour and a half drive to Hull begins. The time is 7:45 pm when I get home to find the blinker on my answering machine summoning me. It's brother Jim's wife Melania telling me it's their daughter Liz's birthday and I'm expected at the Medway Lotus to celebrat and sing. This is normally my Beachfron night but For Liz I will gladly opt for the alternative.
Since karaoke starts at 8:30 it's unlikely I 'll be on time. The dried sweat on me is not likely to make me popular so the offending odor is removed along with shaving, change of clothes etc. etc. Out the door at 8:20 facing a mere 39 mile drive to Medway faces me. I arrived at the Medway site at 9:20.
Many people drop by our table to congatulate Liz. The birthday cake is yummy. karaoke selections include He'll have to Go. Sweet Caroline brings the house down again. I'm amazed that What a Wonderful World receives such an enthusiastic response from such a young crowd. When all is done I drive back home to arrive at 2:15 am. Now there's a full day.

Indeed, edgar. And I just scrolled backwards through our transcripts and found Walter's message.

Something happened, and my equipment shut down, so that's probably what the problem was.

Hello, hello, McTag! come in good buddy.

Well, Bob, I missed you as well. I, for one, didn't know about your friend Mike, but you are a good samaritan, and we all know that. Say Happy Birthday to your Liz from all of us here, Boston.

Well, listeners. I'm not certain if Raggedy mentioned Led Zepplin's Robert Plant, but his birthday is today, so let's hear a song from that group, classified as one of their darkest:




If it keeps on rainin' levee's goin' to break
If it keeps on rainin' levee's goin' to break
When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay.
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
Lord mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
Got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home
Oh well oh well oh well.
Don't it make you feel bad
When you're tryin' to find your way home
You don't know which way to go?
If you're goin' down South
They go no work to do,
If you don't know about Chicago.
Cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good,
Now, cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good,
When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move.
All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
Thinkin' 'bout me baby and my happy home.
Going, go'n' to Chicago,
Go'n' to Chicago,
Sorry but I can't take you.
Going down, going down now, going down.