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While bing pursued, he took the time to wash his jeans....Whatta' classy guy!

Boo! Great to see you back. Do you have new equipment or are you at a cafe?

While we are waiting for all our questions to be answered, listeners, here's an interesting item:


Brubeck's New Work 60 Years in the Making Sat Aug 27,10:45 AM ET



NEW YORK - Dave Brubeck can finally cross something off that's been on his "to-do" list for nearly 60 years: The legendary jazz pianist will unveil a new six-minute choral work called "The Commandments" Sept. 14 at Lincoln Center's Frederick P. Rose Hall, as part of the second annual Jewish Music Heritage Festival in New York.



"It has taken me almost 60 years finally to compose something I wanted to write when I was a young soldier in Europe," the 84-year-old Brubeck said in a statement.

"The Commandments," to be sung by the 90-member Providence Singers, follows the ten Biblical rules. The pianist says the inspiration came during World War II when he saw most of the commandments broken.

Brubeck spent four years in the Army after graduating college in 1942. His long career includes the classic album, "Time Out," which featured the surprise hit "Take Five."

Six minute choral? I do believe that beats Becket's record.

I know this one, and I'm hearing Maurice Chevalier singing it, in my mind's ear, but I could be wrong about that:

C'est Magnifique!

...And when, one day
Your love has gone away
Oh, la la la
It is so tragique
And when, once more
She whispers "Je t'adore"
C'est magnifique!

Well, hello. Everytime I say that, I think of that geco for Geico

McTag, honey. I think if you'll look above you, you will find that Miss Letty done found them lyrics.

However, Brit. I will most assuredly see that you get a tee as well. Tell you what. I'll have a pilot friend of mine drop it over Manchester as he passes over Heathrow.

What would you like printed on your shirt?

How about these words, McTag:




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

My son just came home wearing a new T-shirt.
It had pictures on it of a bikini bottom half, and the President.

The caption is GOOD BUSH/ BAD BUSH

But that's a bit too political (and juvenile) for me.

How about a T-shirt with

LETTY, QUEEN OF THE AIRWAVES

McTag you are hilarious! Tell your son he is one naughty youngun.

Isn't our Brit great, folks?

So, buddy. When it's midnight, go stand on the tarmac and look up. You will see the shirt with Letty Queen Regina in luminous letters.

My word, listeners. It is midnight at the McTags.

we all know of course about the sound of music, but, what of the music of sound

The Sound Of Settling
Death Cab For Cutie

i've got a hunger
twisting my stomach into knots
that my tongue was tied off

my brain's repeating
"if you've got an impulse let it out"
but they never make it past my mouth.

baa bah, this is the sound of settling
baa bah, baa bah
(x2)

our youth is fleeting
old age is just around the bend
and i can't wait to go grey

and i'll sit and wonder
of every love that could've been
if i'd only thought of something charming to say.

baa bah, this is the sound of settling
baa bah, baa bah
(x4)

i've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots.


The Sound Of Silence
Simon and Garfunkel

Hello darkness, my old friend;
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night, and touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never shared.
And no one dared disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools," said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might lead you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls, and whispered in the sounds of silence."


Sounds Of Science
Beastie Boys

Now here we go dropping science dropping it all over
Like bumping around the town like when you're driving a Range Rover
Expanding the horizons and expanding the parameters
Expanding the rhymes of sucker M.C. amateurs
Naugels, Isaac Newton Scientific E.Z.
Ben Franklin with the kite getting over with the key
Rock shocking the mic as many times times the times tables
Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables
I've been dropping the new science and kicking the new knowledge
An M.C. to a degree that you can't get in college
The dregs of the earth and the eggs that I eat
I've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet
Shea Stadium the radium E M D squared
Got kicked out of the Palladium you think that I cared
It's the sound of science
Public service announcement time and money for girls covered with honey
You lie and aspire to be as cunning
Reeling and rockin' and rollin' B size D cup
Order the quarter deluxe why don't you wake up
My mind is kinda flowin like an oil projector
Had to get up to get the Jimmy protector
Went berserk and worked and exploded
She woke up in the morning and her face was coated
Buddy you study the man on the mic
D. do what you like
Drunk a skunk am I from the celebration
To peep that freak unique penetration
I figured out who makes the crack
It's the suckers with the badges and the blue jackets
A professor of science cause I keep droppin' it
I smell weak cause you keep poppin' it
People always asking what's the phenomenon
Yo what's up know what's going on
No one really knows what I'm talking about
Yeah that's right my name's Yauch
Ponce De Leon constantly on
The fountain of youth not Robotron
Peace is a word I've heard before
So move and move and move upon the dance floor
I'm gonna die gonna die one day
Cause I'm goin and goin and goin this way
Not like a roach or a piece of toast
I'm going out first class not going out coach
Rock my Adidas never rock Fila
*I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla*
With my nose I knows and with my scopes I scope
What I live I write and that is strictly rope
I've got science for any occasion
Postulating theorems formulating equations
Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard
Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy
Dropping science like when Galileo dropped his orange


Planet of Sound
Pixies

One fine day in my odd past
i picked me up a transmission
i turned the fission ignition
went looking for the broadcaster
and when i first touched some ground
they simply told me leave
was kind of hard to believe
'cause there was not one around

this ain't the planet sound
this ain't the planet sound
this ain't the planet sound
this ain't the planet sound

i had a talented wine
that land o' classical gas
and on the planet of glass
they sent me skipping through time
igot to somewhere renowned
for it's canals and color of red
and lots of guys who shook their heads
rhythmically to resound

this ain't the planet of sound
this ain't the planet of sound
this ain't the planet of sound
this ain't the planet of sound
this ain't no rock and roll town
this ain't no f**kin' around
this ain't no planet of sound

i met a guy in a rover
he said its one more over
its just there where your bound

this ain't the planet of sound
this ain't the planet of sound
this ain't the planet of sound
this ain't the planet of sound.

one more

Speed of the Sound of Loneliness
John Prine

You come home late and you come home early
You come on big when you're feeling small
You come home straight and you come home curly
Sometimes you don't come home at all

Chorus:
So what in the world's come over you
And what in heaven's name have you done
You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
You're out there running just to be on the run

Well I got a heart that burns with a fever
And I got a worried and a jealous mind
How can a love that'll last forever
Get left so far behind

Repeat Chorus:

It's a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow
It's crossed the evil line today
Well, how can you ask about tomorrow
We ain't got one word to say

Repeat Chorus:

Ending:
You're out there running just to be on the run
You're out there running just to be on the run
You're out there running just to be on the run

Ah, dj. I listen to your sound and soundless songs and they lull me into a beautiful sensation of quiet, even though there may be turbulence.

Speed of the sound of loneliness; the sound of silence; the planet of sound

All, all, dj, speak to us in our universal language.

Don't we love how our dj can sing us around the world and still remain where we are, listeners?

The sun is setting behind the tree line,
The palms are still,
The air is heavy,
The senses fill
With all that is dark,
But light within,
All that is echoed,
Again and again and again.

and just a bit of levity for those who need it:

A ventriloquist stops to entertain some people in a small town. He's going through his usual George W. jokes, when George W. himself walks up.

"I've heard just about enough of your denigrating George W. jokes!" He says. "What makes you think you can stereotype me that way? What does a person's knowledge of geography and world politics have to do with their worth as a human being? It's guys like you who keep people like me from being respected at work and in my community. I'm as smart as anyone else and..."

The ventriloquist begins to apologize, when George W. tells him, "You stay out of this, Mister. I'm talking to that little smart aleck on your knee!"

<big smile>

I love that little emoticon, dj. You just jolted me out of my night time reverie. Thanks, Canada.

well i loved the joke, i laughed out loud

does walter have an alibi

Yes.

djjd's programming got me through a couple of difficult, snowy days and evenings this past winter.

Thanks, dj. And thanks to Miss Letty for featuring dj on your station.

you're all very welcome

i do what i can

dj, you are in top form tonight, buddy. If Walter is the culprit, we'll have to wake him up to arrest him.

can't you just hear it now, folks?

The judge said, Walt what is your alibi,
If you were somewhere else,
Then you don't have to lie.
Walt spoke not a word
Though it meant his life,
'Cause he's fast asleep,
With his lovely wife.

Well, my goodness, listeners. Our Beth twirled in and we didn't even see.

Ah, it's a pity to say goodnight. I love you canucks.

but, same time tomorrow.


From Letty with love