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Good morning, Miss Letty, contributors and listeners.

Try Jimmy Bosch.

Well, Francis, I'll do that very thing, but first a song for Carl:

Oh Grignard, the Beautiful



(Sung to the tune of America the Beautiful)


The carbonyl is polarized;

The carbon end is plus.

A nucleophile will thus attack

The carbon nucleus.

A Grignard yields an alcohol

Of types there are but three.

It forms a bond to correspond

From C to shining C.

A secondary's synthesis

Requires an aldehyde.

For tertiary, a carbanion

And ketone may collide.

And Grignards add formaldehyde

The product's primary

They stick like glue to CO2
Join C to lonely C.

This Mose Allison tune doesn't fit Dr. Bosch's gender, but it's fun.

Your molecular structure is really something fine
a first rate example of functional design.
Those cosmic undulations are startin' to come through
Your molecular structure baby, oooh wee

Your cellular organization is really something choice,
electromagnetism about to make me lose my voice,
got all my circuits open,
my systems reading go,
your cellular organization baby, (is) startin' to show.

Your molecular structure is really something swell,
a high frequency modulated Jezebel.
Thermodynamically, you're getting to me.
Your molecular structure baby, oooohwee

Bosch- famous for sparkplugs

- How about "Sparky's Magic Piano"?

Miss Letty and Yitwail: both your songs are amazing!

Love it, Yit!

Francis, funny the things you find when you're on a hunting trip.

Well, there's our McTag! Hey, Brit, spark that piano and make it hot; Mr. Mozart's turkey trot.

Perhaps with the sound of Mozart, we can lure Walter in to listen.

(I used to play that Turkish rondo on piano)

Karaoke at the Beachfront was sort of a rambling affair last night. Pal Al was there and he and I were the only singers for two hours. Al's a tall lanky transplanted southerner, forty years old, amiable and direct. He was accompanied by a small attractive woman named Belinda. They invited me to join them to which I readily assented.
Since we were the only singers it figured we were going to be up and down all night long. I opened with Neil Diamond's Hello Again followed shortly afterward by Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World. Al's singing was primarily country western mix. Some new songs added to the repertoire are Three Dog Night's An Old Fashioned Love Song, Engelbert Humperdinck's Please Release Me and Van Morrison's Brown Eyed Girl.
The initially reticent Belinda took to me and came to me repeatedly for a healthy dose of hugs and kisses. Al correctly identified it as affection and not lust and was actually pleased with her demonstration. At one point he just shook his head told me I was a magnet for women. He'd seen similar behavior before with other women.
The place filled up for the last hour. Sean kept the music flowing at a good pace. I managed to squeeze in Patsy Cline's Crazy and Frank Sinatra's My Way to close out the evening.

Bob, any chance you could do the Sid Vicious cover of My Way? that should shake up the patrons. ;-)

Ah, Bob, that's great. PalAl knows the ins and outs of wimmins, being from the South and all. <smile>

Well, well. Someone who goes by the name of Belinda just now phoned in this dedication:

Colvin polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone


S. Colvin - J. Leventhal

Jump into the night
Gas up and downshift
Cruise up the coast
On the FM drift
It's a crazy world
On the head of a pin


Some other time
Some other star
I might've cried but now
You only need to look so far
As the smile on my face
To see the shape I'm in


Try love in a bottle
Try love in a box
Play it all night long
Dance 'til you drop
And it sure got soul
It's not flesh and blood


I tried looking for love
But I guess it's true
You don't look for love
It's gonna look for you
Well you found me, honey
And you sound so good


You're the object
Of my affection
Not a dream
Or make believe
You're the object
Of my affection
Come to me


Now we see the women
In the photograph
Sweet Anne of mercy
And Sylvia Plath
For a thousand words
They for a life sentence


If we lined up all the girls
Who died in vain
We could walk on their heads
To hell and back again
But I got the big book
And antidepressants


You're the object
Of my affection
Not a phantom fantasy
You're the object
Of my affection
Come to me


You're the object
Of my affection
Not a toy with batteries
You're the object
Of my affection
Not a rescue remedy
You're the object
Of my affection
Come to me

Dedicated to all Belindas :wink:

Oh sweet, sweet Belinda
They say that you are looking for a home
Fresh out of a love affair
Fresh out of hope
Fresh out of dreams
I know you're as strong as any human can be
But you need love, why don't you take it from me?
I know I ain't much, but you can have me for free
Belinda
Oh sweet, sweet Belinda
You don't owe me no gratitude or love
We're just two souls stuck here
Two lonely rivers filled with light
Two lights shining on the darkness ahead
Two feet touching in a cold winters bed
I promised you safety, but I loved you instead
Belinda
Oh-oh Belinda I'd die of loneliness
If you ever left, Belinda
Oh-oh Belinda I'd die of loneliness
If you ever left, Belinda






Belinda the rain is falling
Belinda your love is calling
Belinda he'd never leave you
Belinda he won't deceive you

Belinda your mind is dreaming
Belinda it's so misleading
Belinda he'd never leave you
Belinda he won't deceive you

How the rain still falls

Belinda your eyes have spoken
Belinda your heart is broken
Belinda he'd never leave you
Belinda he won't deceive you

Dry your tears...
Close your eyes...

I never like thios one, when it was popular.

But now ...



She lived in a boathouse down by the river,
every one called her pretty Belinda,
Went to the boathouse down by the river,
just for a look at pretty Belinda.
All of my loving wanted to give her,
soon as I saw her pretty Belinda.
Lived in a boathouse down by the river,
wanted to have her pretty Belinda.
Her eyes are exciting, her hair it looks golden,
her lips were inviting, and my heart she's stolen
Now we're together, me and Belinda.
Now and forever, me and Belinda.
She lived on a boathouse down by the river,
every one called her pretty Belinda.
Went to the boathouse down by the river,
just for a look at pretty Belinda.
She lives in a boathouse down by the river,
every one called her pretty Belinda.
Went to the boathouse down by the river,
just for a look at pretty Belinda.
Now I have wed her, my pretty Belinda,
and that's where I send her, my pretty Belinda.
She gave her heart and made me a promise,
we'll never part, for Belinda is honest.
We live in a boathouse down by the river,
every one calls her pretty Belinda.
We live in a boathouse down by the river,
me and my wife called pretty Belinda.

Ah, Walter. How sweet. All those Belinda's and not one Johnny. <smile>

Thanks, Germany.

If anyone here can guess my reference to Walter, I'll award you a t shirt with WA2K imprinted on it.

"In a small fishing village on the island of Cape Breton, Dr. Robert Richardson takes an interest in a sweet deaf mute named Belinda..."

Maybe.

Hey, Francis. Your T-Shirt is in the mail. General delivery, Paris. <smile>

I would dedicate a song to you, Frenchy, but I can't find it. I'm hearing the melody in my mind, and perhaps you can help.

It goes something like:

Ce Magnifique--oo la la la, it is so tragica. Very frustrating. Can you read piano notes?

You mean this one?

Arno

And it rolls
And it goes
I see lovers
And I see losers
And it's heavy
And it's funny
Sparks fly
Tears roll

Oh la la la
Oh la la la
Oh la la la
C'est magnifique
Oh la la la
Oh la la la
Oh la la la
C'est magnifique

Too many fail
Too many win
Have a good time
Too much nothing
Tooty frooty wooty
Tooty frooty wooty

She looks so snappy oh so pretty
She looks so snappy she's so pretty

C'est magnifique
Oh la la la
Oh la la la
Oh la la la
C'est magnifique

Too many farmers
Too much talk
Too many singers
Too many flopsongs

Oh la la la
Oh la la la
Oh la la la
C'est magnifique

Oh la la la
Oh la la la
Oh la la la
C'est magnifique

Oh la la la

Oh la la la

Hey, That's great, Francis, but unfortunately it is not the one of which I was thinking.

In trying out the melody line on our studio piano I came up with these notes:

Key of C--treble cleff

g-c-d-e-b-a-b-a-b-a

g-g-g-g-
a-a-a-a
f

Anyone in our listening audience know how to read music?

deleted this version, folks. Too complicated.

Well, listeners, Just call Letty the little red hen, 'cause I did it myself. <smile>


When love comes in and takes you for a spin,
Oo-la-la-la, c'est magnifique.
When ev'ry night your loved one holds you tight,
Oo-la-la-la, c'est magnifique.
But when, one day, your loved one drifts away,
Oo-la-la-la, it's so tragique.
But when, once more, she whispers, "Je t'adore,"
Oo-la-la-la,
C'est magnifique

Sorry, Francis. The previous one was incorrect.

License to Kill - B Dylan


Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will.
Oh, man has invented his doom,
First step was touching the moon.

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill,
Then they bury him with stars,
Sell his body like they do used cars.

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there facin' the hill.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused,
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.
All he believes are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies.

But there's a woman on my block,
Sitting there in a cold chill.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker,
Heartbreaker, backbreaker,
Leave no stone unturned.
May be an actor in a plot,
That might be all that you got
'Til your error you clearly learn.

Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled.
Oh, man is opposed to fair play,
He wants it all and he wants it his way.

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?



Copyright © 1983 Special Rider Music

Well, edgar. You keep coming up with some great Bob Dylan tunes. That one is quite interesting as it parallels 007, but in a much more realistic way, unfortunately.

Here's a bit of sad news, listeners:

Missing Music Producer Found, Hospitalized By TIM MOLLOY, Associated Press Writer
Sat Aug 27, 8:55 AM ET



LOS ANGELES - The nearly weeklong search for a Grammy-nominated producer ended Friday after a resident spotted the man sitting naked in a backyard creek, washing his jeans.



The Topanga Canyon resident found a distraught Christian Julian Irwin saying he feared he was being pursued by Nigerians who had contacted him in an Internet scam, sheriff's Capt. Ray Peavy said.

Peavy said there was no evidence anyone was actually pursuing the 48-year-old producer, who has worked with Carly Simon and David Bowie, among others.

Irwin was taken into custody because he was deemed mentally incompetent and possibly dangerous to himself, Peavy said. He was found at about 4:30 p.m. and agreed to go with police about two hours later after negotiations in which authorities, at Irwin's request, located his sister to help calm him.

Irwin was questioned by medical and mental health workers and taken to a hospital to make sure he was in good physical health. He was to be transferred to another hospital for observation.

Authorities began looking for Irwin on Sunday after he made a panicked phone call to a friend, saying he was being pursued by people with dogs. He told his friend he was running through water and had lost his glasses and shoes in a creek.

Topanga Canyon, a rustic area long a favorite with artists and musicians, is about 20 miles from downtown Los Angeles in the Santa Monica Mountains.