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Good morning/good afternoon all!

Saw last night an old program from the sixties, produced by the Hessian tv and AFN.

Eric Burdon and The New Animals played (live! real handmade music!)

Baby, do you understand me now
Sometimes I feel a little mad
But don't you know that no one alive
Can always be an angel
When things go wrong I seem to be bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And sometimes it seems that all I have do is worry
Then you're bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

If I seem edgy I want you to know
That I never mean to take it out on you
Life has it's problems and I get my share
And that's one thing I never meant to do
Because I love you

Oh, Oh baby don't you know I'm human
Have thoughts like any other one
Sometimes I find myself long regretting
Some foolish thing some little simple thing I've done
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Good Morning!

Thank you ehBeth for posting the "Frying Pan" link. Cool!

Where's Bob this A.M.? Miss those bios. And Letty?

Today's birthdays: mmmm. Looks like Billy Rose is celebrating again.

1349 - Duke Albert III of Austria (d. 1395)
1466 - Ashikaga Yoshitane, Japanese shogun (d. 1523)
1558 - Philippe Emmanuel, Duke of Mercoeur, French soldier (d. 1602)
1585 - Armand Jean du Plessis, Cardinal Richelieu, French statesman (d. 1642)
1629 - Cornelis Tromp, Dutch admiral (d. 1691)
1737 - Luigi Galvani, Italian physician and physicist (d. 1798)
1754 - William Bligh, British naval officer (d. 1817)
1755 - Benjamin Bourne, American politician (d. 1808)
1828 - Leo Tolstoy, Russian novelist (d. 1910)
1855 - Anthony Francis Lucas Croatian-born oil exploration pioneer (d. 1921)
1868 - Mary Hunter Austin, American writer (d. 1934)
1873 - Max Reinhardt, German film director and actor (d. 1943)
1878 - Adelaide Crapsey, American poet (d. 1914)
1887 - Alf Landon, American politician (d. 1987)
1890 - Colonel Harland Sanders, American fast food entrepreneur (d. 1980)
1894 - Arthur Freed, American songwriter and film producer (d. 1973)
1898 - Frankie Frisch, baseball player (d. 1973)
1899 - Waite Hoyt, baseball player (d. 1984)
1899 - Billy Rose, American composer (d. 1966)
1903 - Phyllis Whitney, American writer
1911 - John Gorton, nineteenth Prime Minister of Australia (d. 2002)
1918 - Jimmy Snyder, American bookmaker and sports commentator (d. 1996)
1922 - Hans Georg Dehmelt, German-born physicist, Nobel Prize laureate
1923 - Daniel Carleton Gajdusek, American virologist, recipient of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine
1924 - Jane Greer, American actress (d. 2001)
1924 - Rik Van Steenbergen, Belgian cyclist (d. 2003)
1925 - Cliff Robertson, American actor
1928 - Julian "Cannonball" Adderley, American musician (d. 1975)
1929 - Claude Nougaro, French singer (d. 2004)
1935 - Chaim Topol, Israeli actor
1939 - Ron McDole, American football player
1939 - Carlos Ortiz, Puerto Rican boxer
1941 - Peter Bonetti, British footballer
1941 - Otis Redding, American singer and songwriter (d. 1967)
1941 - Dennis Ritchie, American computer scientist
1946 - Bruce Palmer, Canadian musician (Buffalo Springfield) (d. 2004)
1946 - Billy Preston, American musician
1949 - Joe Theismann, American football player and commentator
1951 - Tom Wopat, American actor and singer
1952 - David A. Stewart, English musician (Eurythmics)
1954 - Jeffrey Combs, American actor
1960 - Hugh Grant, British actor
1961 - Marco Simmons, DJ & Musician
1966 - Georg Hackl, German luger
1966 - Adam Sandler American actor and comedian
1969 - Rachel Hunter, New Zealand model and actress
1970 - Macy Gray, American singer
1979 - Tiina "Tihemets" Talts, Estonian teacher
1982 - Ai Otsuka, Japanese singer and songwriter

William Bligh
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


William Bligh (9 September 1754 - 7 December 1817) was an officer of the British Royal Navy and colonial administrator. He is best known for the famous mutiny that occurred against his command aboard HMAV Bounty. After the Bounty mutiny he became Governor of New South Wales, where his stern administration engendered another insurrection, the Rum Rebellion led by John Macarthur.


Early life

Bligh was born in Plymouth, a seaport in south-west England, and went to sea at the age of eight. In 1776, he was selected by Captain James Cook for the crew of the Resolution and, in 1787, selected as commander of the HMAV Bounty. He would eventually rise to the rank of Vice Admiral in the British Navy.


Military career

William Bligh's naval career consisted of a variety of appointments and assignments. A summary is as follows:

* July 1, 1762: Ship's Boy and Captain's Servant, HMS Monmouth
* July 27, 1770: Able Seaman, HMS Hunter
* February 5 1771: Midshipman, HMS Hunter
* September 22, 1771: Midshipman, HMS Crescent
* September 2, 1774: Able Seaman, HMS Ranger
* September 30, 1775: Master's Mate, HMS Ranger
* March 20, 1776: Master, HMS Resolution
* February 14, 1781: Master, HMS Belle Poule
* October 5, 1781: Lieutenant, HMS Berwick
* January 1, 1782: Lieutenant, HMS Princess Amelia
* March 20, 1782: Lieutenant, HMS Cambridge
* January 14, 1783: Joined Merchant Service as Lieutenant
* 1785: Commanding Lieutenant, Merchant Vessel Lynx
* 1786: Lieutenant, Merchant Vessel Britannia
* 1787: Returns to Royal Navy active service
* August 16, 1787: Commanding Lieutenant, HMAV Bounty
* November 14, 1790: Captain, HMS Falcon
* December 15, 1790: Captain, HMS Medea
* April 16, 1791: Captain, HMS Providence
* April 30, 1795: Captain, HMS Calcutta
* January 7, 1796: Captain, HMS Director
* March 18, 1801: Post Captain, HMS Glatton
* April 12, 1801: Post Captain, HMS Monarch
* May 8, 1801: Post Captain, HMS Irresistible
* May 2, 1804: Post Captain, HMS Warrior
* May 14, 1805: Governor of New South Wales
* September 27, 1805: Post Captain, HMS Porpoise
* July 31, 1808: Commodore, HMS Porpoise
* April 3, 1810: Commodore, HMS Hindostan
* July 31, 1810: Appointed Rear Admiral of the Blue
* June 4, 1814: Appointed Vice Admiral of the Blue


The voyage of the Bounty

In 1787, Bligh took command of the Bounty. He first sailed to Tahiti to obtain breadfruit trees, then set course for the Caribbean, where the breadfruit were wanted for experiments to see if breadfruit would be a successful food crop there. The Bounty never reached the Caribbean, as mutiny broke out onboard shortly after leaving Tahiti. In later years, Bligh would repeat the same voyage that the Bounty had undertaken and would eventually succeed in delivering the breadfruit to the West Indies. Bligh's mission may have introduced the akee to the Caribbean as well, though this is uncertain. (Akee is now called Blighia sapida in binomial nomenclature, after Bligh).

The mutiny, which broke out during the return voyage, was led by Master's Mate Fletcher Christian and supported by a quarter of the crew. The mutineers provided Bligh and the eighteen of his crew who remained loyal with a 23 foot (7 m) launch, provisions sufficient to reach the most accessible ports, a sextant and a pocket watch, but no charts or compass. Bligh disdained the obvious course of action, which would have been sailing for nearer Spanish ports where they would be repatriated to Britain after delays. Bligh was confident in his navigational skills and considering his first responsibility to be getting word of the mutiny as soon as possible to British vessels that could pursue the mutineers, so he embarked instead on a 3618 nautical mile (6701 km) voyage to Timor. In the successful 41-day voyage, the only casualty was one crewman killed by hostile natives.

To this day, the reasons for the mutiny are a subject of considerable debate. Some feel that Bligh was a cruel tyrant whose abuse of the crew led members of the crew to feel that they had no choice but to take the ship from Bligh. Others feel that the crew, after having been exposed to freedom and sexual excess on the island of Tahiti, refused to return to the "Jack Tars" existence of a seaman. They hold that the crew took the ship from Bligh so that they could return to a life of comfort and pleasure on Tahiti.

After the Bounty

After a court of inquiry, Bligh went on to serve under Admiral Nelson at the Battle of Copenhagen, commanding HMS Glatton, a 64-gun ship of the line, which was experimentally fitted exclusively with carronades. After the battle Bligh was personally praised by Nelson for his contribution to the victory. His navigational skills allowed him to navigate safely the Glatton between the banks while three other vessels ran aground. When Nelson feigned not to notice the signal 43 of the Admiral Parker to stop the battle, and kept the signal 16 hoisted to continue the engagement, on the Glatton Bligh was the only captain who could see the conflicting two signals. By choosing to leave also the signal 16, Bligh fixed that all the vessels behind the Glatton remained fighting.

As captain of the Director, at the Battle of Camperdown, Bligh engaged three Dutch vessels: the Haarlem, the Alkmaar and the Vrijheid. While the Dutch suffered serious casualties, on the Director only 7 seamen were wounded.

Bligh became governor of New South Wales in 1805. There he suffered another mutiny, the Rum Rebellion, and was imprisoned from 1808 to 1810.

In 1811, having been exonerated, he was promoted to Rear Admiral, and 3 years later, in 1814, promoted again, to Vice Admiral of the Blue.

Bligh designed the North Bull Wall at the mouth of the River Liffey in Dublin, to ensure the entrance to Dublin Port did not silt up and prevent a sandbar forming.

Bligh was buried in a family plot at Lambeth. This church is now the Museum of Garden History. His gravestone is topped by a breadfruit. Bligh's house is marked by a plaque a block east of the Museum.

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

Leo Tolstoy
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy Sound listen? (Russian: Лев Никола́евич Толсто́й; commonly referred to in English as Leo Tolstoy) (September 9, 1828 - November 20, 1910; August 28, 1828 - November 7, 1910, O.S.) was a Russian novelist, social reformer, pacifist, Christian anarchist, vegetarian, moral thinker and an influential member of the Tolstoy family.

Tolstoy is widely regarded as one of the greatest of all novelists, particularly noted for his masterpieces War and Peace and Anna Karenina; in their scope, breadth and realistic depiction of Russian life, the two books stand at the peak of realistic fiction. As a moral philosopher he was notable for his ideas on nonviolent resistance through his work The Kingdom of God is Within You, which in turn influenced such twentieth-century figures as Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King.


Early life

Tolstoy was born at Yasnaya Polyana, the family estate situated in the region of Tula, Russia. He was the fourth of five children in his family. His parents died when he was young, so he was brought up by relatives. Tolstoy studied law and Oriental languages at Kazan University in 1844, but never earned a degree. He returned in the middle of his studies to Yasnaya Polyana, and spent much of his time in Moscow and St. Petersburg. After contracting heavy gambling debts, Tolstoy accompanied his elder brother to the Caucasus in 1851 and joined the Russian Army. Tolstoy began writing literature around this time. In 1862 he married Sofia Andreevna Bers, and together they had thirteen children.

His marriage has been described by A.N.Wilson as one of the unhappiest in literary history, and was marked from the outset by Tolstoy on the eve of his marriage giving his diaries to his fiancee. These detailed Tolstoy's sexual relations with his serfs. His relationship with his wife further deteriorated as his beliefs became increasingly radical.

Novels and Fictional Works

Tolstoy was one of the giants of 19th century Russian literature. His most famous works include the novels War and Peace and Anna Karenina, and many shorter works, including the novellas The Death of Ivan Ilych and Hadji Murad. His contemporaries paid him lofty tributes: Dostoevsky thought him the greatest of all living novelists while Gustave Flaubert gushed: "What an artist and what a psychologist!". Later critics and novelists would concede. Virginia Woolf went on to declare him "greatest of all novelists" and Thomas Mann wrote of his seemingly guileless artistry: "Seldom did art work so much like nature", sentiments shared in part by many others, including Marcel Proust, Vladimir Nabokov and William Faulkner.

His autobiographical novels, Childhood, Boyhood, and Youth (1852-1856), his first publications, tell of a rich landowner's son and his slow realization of the differences between him and his peasant playmates. Although in later life Tolstoy rejected these books as sentimental, a great deal of his own life is revealed, and the books still have relevance for their telling of the universal story of growing up.

Tolstoy served as a second lieutenant in an artillery regiment during the Crimean War, recounted in his Sevastapol Sketches. His experiences in battle helped develop his pacifism, and gave him material for realistic depiction of the horrors of war in his later work.

His fiction consistently attempts to convey realistically the Russian society in which he lived. The Cossacks (1863) describes the Cossack life and people through a story of a Russian aristocrat in love with a Cossack girl. Anna Karenina (1877) tells parallel stories of an adulterous woman trapped by the conventions and falsities of society and of a philosophical landowner (much like Tolstoy), who works alongside his serfs in the fields and seeks to reform their lives.

Tolstoy not only drew from his experience of life but created characters in his own image, such as Pierre Bezukhov and Prince Andrei in War and Peace, Levin in Anna Karenina and to some extent, Prince Nekhlyudov in Resurrection.

War and Peace is generally thought to be one of the greatest novels ever written, remarkable for its breadth and unity. Its vast canvas includes 580 characters, many historical, others fictional. The story moves from family life to the headquarters of Napoleon, from the court of Alexander I of Russia to the battlefields of Austerlitz and Borodino. It was written with the purpose of exploring Tolstoy's theory of history, and in particular the insignificance of individuals such as Napoleon and Alexander. Somewhat surprisingly, Tolstoy did not consider War and Peace to be a novel (nor did he consider many of the great Russian fictions written up that time to be novels). This view becomes less surprising if one considers that Tolstoy was a novelist of the realist school who considered the novel to be a framework for the examination of social and political issues in nineteenth-century life. War and Peace (which is to Tolstoy really an epic in prose) therefore did not qualify. Tolstoy thought that Anna Karenina was his first true novel, and it is indeed one of the greatest of all realist novels.

After Anna Karenina, Tolstoy concentrated on Christian themes, and his later novels such as The Death of Ivan Ilyich (1886) and What Then Must We Do? develop a radical anarcho-pacifist Christian philosophy which led to his excommunication from the Orthodox church in 1901.

Religious and political beliefs


Tolstoy's Christian beliefs were based on the Sermon on the Mount, and particularly on the comment about turning your cheek, which he saw as a justification of pacifism. These beliefs came out of a middle aged crisis that began with a depression so severe that if he saw a rope it made him think of hanging himself, and he had to hide his guns to stop himself from committing suicide.

Yet out of this depression came his radical and very original new ideas about Christianity. He believed that a Christian should look inside his or her own heart to find inner happiness rather than looking outward toward the church or state. His belief in nonviolence when facing oppression is another distinct attribute of his philosophy. By directly influencing Mahatma Gandhi with this idea through his work The Kingdom of God is Within You [1], Tolstoy has had a huge influence on the nonviolent resistance movement to this day. He believed that the aristocracy were a burden on the poor, and that the only solution to how we live together is through anarchy. He also opposed private property and the institution of marriage and valued the ideals of chastity and sexual abstinence (discussed in Father Sergius). He was a pacifist and vegetarian.

Tolstoy had a profound influence on the development of anarchist thought. Prince Peter Kropotkin wrote of him in the article on anarchism in the 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica:

Without naming himself an anarchist, Leo Tolstoy, like his predecessors in the popular religious movements of the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries, Chojecki, Denk and many others, took the anarchist position as regards the state and property rights, deducing his conclusions from the general spirit of the teachings of Jesus and from the necessary dictates of reason. With all the might of his talent he made (especially in The Kingdom of God is Within You [2]) a powerful criticism of the church, the state and law altogether, and especially of the present property laws. He describes the state as the domination of the wicked ones, supported by brutal force. Robbers, he says, are far less dangerous than a well-organized government. He makes a searching criticism of the prejudices which are current now concerning the benefits conferred upon men by the church, the state and the existing distribution of property, and from the teachings of Jesus he deduces the rule of non-resistance and the absolute condemnation of all wars. His religious arguments are, however, so well combined with arguments borrowed from a dispassionate observation of the present evils, that the anarchist portions of his works appeal to the religious and the non-religious reader alike.

A letter Tolstoy wrote to an Indian newspaper entitled "A Letter to a Hindu" resulted in a long-running correspondence with Mohandas Gandhi, who was in South Africa at the time and was beginning to become an activist. The correspondence with Tolstoy strongly influenced Gandhi towards the concept of nonviolent resistance, a central part of Tolstoy's view of Christianity. Along with his growing idealism, he also became a major supporter of the Esperanto movement. Tolstoy was impressed by the pacifist beliefs of the Doukhobors and brought their persecution to the attention of the international community, after they burned their weapons in peaceful protest in 1895. He aided the Doukhobors in migrating to Canada.

In 1904, during the Russo-Japanese War, Tolstoy condemned the war and wrote to the Japanese Buddhist priest Soyen Shaku in a failed attempt to make a joint pacifist statement.

Tolstoy was an extremely wealthy member of the Russian nobility. He came to believe that he was undeserving of his inherited wealth, and was renowned among the peasantry for his generosity. He would frequently return to his country estate with vagrants whom he felt needed a helping hand, and would often dispense large sums of money to street beggars while on trips to the city, much to his wife's chagrin.

He died of pneumonia at Astapovo station in 1910 after leaving home in the middle of winter at the age of 82. His death came only days after gathering the nerve to abandon his family and wealth and take up the path of a wandering ascetic -- a path that he had agonized over not pursuing for decades. Thousands of peasants turned out to line the streets at his funeral.

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

Arthur Freed
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Arthur Freed (September 9, 1894 - April 12, 1973) was born Arthur Grossman in Charleston, South Carolina. He was a lyricist and a Hollywood film producer.


Freed began his career in vaudeville, and he appeared with the likes of the Marx Brothers. He soon began to write songs, and was eventually hired by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. For years, he wrote lyrics for numerous films, many set to music by Nacio Herb Brown.

In 1939 he was promoted to the position of producer, and helped elevate MGM as the studio of the musical. Freed choose to surround himself with film directors such as Vincente Minnelli and Busby Berkeley. He also helped shape the careers of stars like Judy Garland and Gene Kelly. His team of writers, directors, composers and stars came to be known as the "Freed Unit" and produced a steady stream of popular, critically acclaimed musicals that lasted until the late 1950s.

Freed served as associate producer of The Wizard of Oz.

His most famous song is "Singin' in the Rain," and two of his films won the Academy Award for Best Picture: An American in Paris (1951) and Gigi (1958).

He was inducted into the Songwriters' Hall of Fame in 1972.


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

WERE OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD Lyrics


Scarecrow
I could while away the hours, conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain.
And my head I'd be scratchin' while my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.
I'd unravel every riddle for any individ'le,
In trouble or in pain.
Dorothy
With the thoughts you'll be thinkin' you could be another Lincoln
If you only had a brain.
Scarecrow
Oh, I could tell you why The ocean's near the shore.
I could think of things I never thunk before.
And then I'd sit, and think some more.
I would not be just a nothin' my head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain.
I would dance and be merry, life would be a ding-a-derry,
If I only had a brain.
Dorothy
Ohh! Wonderful!
Why, if our scarecrow back in Kansas could do that, the crows'd be scared to pieces!
Scarecrow
They would?
Dorothy
Yes
Scarecrow
Where's Kansas?
Dorothy
That's where I live. And I want to get back there so badly, I'm going all the way to the
Emeralk City to get the Wizard of Oz to help me.
Scarecrow
Do you think if I went wtih you this Wizard would give me some brains?
Dorothy
I couldn't say. But even if he didn't you'd be no worse off than you are now.
Scarecrow
Yes, that's true.
Scarecrow
Look - I won't be any trouble, because I don't eat a thing, and I won't try to manage things,
because I can't think. Won't you take me with you?
Dorothy
Of course, I will.
Scarecrow
Hooray! We're off to see a Wizard!
Dorothy
Oh - well, you're not starting out very well.
Scarecrow
Oh, I'll try! Really, I will.
Dorothy
To Oz?
Dorothy
To Oz!

Otis Redding
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
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Otis Redding (September 9, 1941 - December 10, 1967) was an influential American deep soul singer, known for his passionate delivery and his posthumous hit single, "(Sittin' On) the Dock of the Bay", also one of his most respected tracks.

The native of Macon, Georgia was working in the music business with Johnny Jenkins in the early 1960s, recording "These Arms of Mine" in 1962. The song became a minor hit on Volt Records, a subsidiary of renowned "Southern soul" label Stax, based in Memphis, Tennessee. His manager was fellow Maconite Phil Walden (who later founded Capricorn Records). Otis Redding continued to release for Volt/Stax, and built his fanbase by extensively touring a legendarily electrifying live show with support from fellow Stax artists Sam and Dave. Further hits between 1964 and 1966 included "Mr. Pitiful", "I Can't Turn You Loose", "Try a Little Tenderness", "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" (The Rolling Stones song), and "Respect" (later a smash hit for Aretha Franklin).

Redding wrote many of his own songs, which was unusual for the time, often with Steve Cropper (of Stax house band Booker T & the MG's, who usually served as Otis' backing band in the studio). One of his few songs with a significant mainstream following was "Tramp" (1967) with Carla Thomas. Later that year, Redding played at the massively influential Monterey Pop Festival.

"(Sittin' on) the Dock of the Bay" became famous a year after his death when his plane crashed into Lake Monona which makes up one side of Madison, Wisconsin's isthmus, along with The Bar-Kays, his backup band. It was his first #1 single and first million-seller. A few further records were posthumously released, including "Hard to Handle" (1968).

His sons Dexter and Otis II founded together with cousin Mark Locket the funk/disco-band "The Reddings" in the late 1970s.

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


(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay - Otis Redding

Sitting in the morning sun
I'll be sitting when the evening comes
Watching the ships roll in
And I watch 'em roll away again

{Refrain}
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time

I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I had nothin to live for
And look like nothing's gonna come my way

So I'm just...
{Refrain}

Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same

Sittin here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home

Now, I'm just...

If I Were a Rich Man Lyrics - Fiddler on the Roof


[TEVYE]
"Dear God, you made many, many poor people.
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor.
But it's no great honor either!
So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"

If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.

I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks
For the town to see and hear.
And each loud "cheep" and "swaqwk" and "honk" and "quack"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
As if to say "Here lives a wealthy man."

If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double-chin.
Supervising meals to her heart's delight.
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock.
Oy, what a happy mood she's in.
Screaming at the servants, day and night.

The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them,
Like a Solomon the Wise.
"If you please, Reb Tevye..."
"Pardon me, Reb Tevye..."
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes!
And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
When you're rich, they think you really know!

If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.

If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

Good morning WA2K radio fans and listeners. All I can say about the interviewees at the Frying Pan is:

Don't quit your day job, kids! Very very neat, however. Thanks, ehBeth.

Back later to look at all our listeners contributions.

Well, folks. I would like to thank edgar, Walter, Bob, Tico, and Raggedy for their faithful contributions to our little cyber radio.

I must add, however, that the remote broadcaster certainly did ask a rather silly question. What does the future hold? duh!

Here's to the group at the frying pan:



Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man
Washed his face in a frying pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died with a toothache in his heel.

So, git out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to get his supper
Supper is over and breakfast's cookin'
Old Dan Tucker just stands there lookin'

That's all folks!

and a link to said music:

http://www.mybonbon.com/old_dan_tucker.htm

By special request, listeners, here is a jazz tune inspired by Cannonball Adderley listed among Raggedy's celebs:



WORK SONG
Lyric by
OSCAR BROWN Jr






Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
well reckon that ought to get it
been
working and working
but I still got so terribly far to go

I commited crime Lord I needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding (breathing?)
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
been
working and working
but I still got so terribly far to go

I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "Lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while I hit it
well reckon that ought to get it
been
working and working
but I still got so terribly far to go

Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord I sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while I hit it
well reckon that ought to get it
been
workin' and workin'
been
workin' and slavin'
an'
workin' and workin'
but I still got so terribly far to go

And in French:



Sing Sing song (WORK SONG)


Quand le jour se lève sur Sing-Sing
On ne s'inquiète pas pour le temps
Qu'il pleuve ou qu'il fasse beau à Sing-Sing
On sortira pas pour autant
Vaut mieux laisser au clou la clé des champs
Ou sinon ça crache des pruneaux
Oh, Sing-Sing, oh, Sing-Sing
Ta chanson, ta chanson colle à la peau

Quand le jour se lève sur Sing-Sing
Par contre on s'inquiète pour le temps
Le temps qui reste à tirer à Sing-Sing
Y'a de quoi se faire des cheveux blancs
Il paraît que c'est chouette d'avoir vingt ans
Oui mais pas derrière des barreaux
Oh, Sing-Sing, oh, Sing-Sing
Ta chanson, ta chanson dure un peu trop

Quand le jour se lève sur Sing-Sing
Et qu'c'est le dimanche qu'on attend
On va voir l'orchestre de Sing-Sing
Il faut dire qu'il swingue méchamment
L'dernier batteur avait le rythme dans le sang
Sur la chaise il fit trois petits sauts
Oh, Sing-Sing, oh, Sing-Sing
Ta chanson, ta chanson chauffe un peu trop

Et quand la nuit tombe sur Sing-Sing
On r'voit nos amours dans le temps
On s'dit qu'on sortira de Sing-Sing
Quand nos poules n'auront plus de dents
Pensent-elles encore à nous en ce moment
Ou font-elles brûler nos photos
Oh, Sing-Sing, oh, Sing-Sing
Ta chanson, ta chanson a le coeur gros

Ainsi meurt la chanson de Sing-Sing
Jusqu'à demain, évidemment...

I'm going out tonight to listen to some dixieland jazz, in honour/recognition of the trouble in New Orleans.

We've got some good bands play round this region.

"Let's fly down
Or drive down
To New Orleans...."

Very sad to think of it, but the music at least will be glad.

Later. McT

Later, McTag. Enjoy your Dixieland. <smile>


Thought for Today: ``Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off the goal.'' - Hannah More, English author and social reformer (1745-1833).



09/08/05 20:00

Well, listeners, Europe has retired for the evening, and Bob is doing karaoke.

Don't know where the rest of our listeners and staff are, but I heard this song today on some commercial, and I was particulary caught up with the way James pronounces "the". Interesting style he has, always a little different.

Shower The People

You can play the game and you can act out the part
Though you know it wasn't written for you
But tell me, how can you stand there with your broken heart
Ashamed of playing the fool
One thing can lead to another; it doesn't take any sacrifice
Oh, father and mother, sister and brother
If it feels nice, don'ta think twice

Just shower the people you love with love
Show them the way that you feel
Things are gonna work out fine if you only will
Shower the people you love with love
Show them the way you feel
Things are gonna be much better if you only will

You can run but you cannot hide
This is widely known
And what you plan to do with your foolish pride
When you're all by yourself alone
Once you tell somebody the way that you feel
You can feel it beginning to ease
I think it'sa true what they say about the squeaky wheel
Always getting the grease.

Better to shower the people you love with love
Show them the way that you feel
Things are gonna be just fine if you only will
Shower the people you love with love
Show them the way that you feel
Things are gonna be much better if you only will

Shower the people you love with love
Show them the way that you feel

You'll feel better right away
Don't take much to do
Sell you pride
They say in every life
They say the rain must fall
Just like pouring rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Love, love, love is sunshine.
Oh yes
Make it rain
Love, love, love is sunshine
Yeah, all right
Everybody, everybody
Shower the people you love with love

I think this song may have been written for all of us.

Here is a song I heard this evening, sung in the original tongue:

Que reste-t-il de nos amours
Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours
Une photo, vieille photo
De ma jeunesse
Que reste-t-il des billets doux
Des mois d' avril, des rendez-vous
Un souvenir qui me poursuit
Sans cesse

Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent
Baisers volés, rêves mouvants
Que reste-t-il de tout cela
Dites-le-moi

Un petit village, un vieux clocher
Un paysage si bien caché
Et dans un nuage le cher visage
De mon passé

Les mots tendres qu'on murmure
Les caresses les plus pures
Les serments au fond des bois
Les fleurs qu'on retrouve dans un livre
Dont le parfum vous enivre
Ce sont envolés pourquoi?

The man who sang it, also played it very well on the soprano saxophone.
I hope Francis enjoys le souvenir.

(It is the song we know as "I Wish You Love", for those keen to give it voice)

<smile> Well, McTag, I certainly remember that one. Both Peter Jennings and I used it as a theme for hurricane Frances.

I Wish You Love Lyrics

English lyrics by Albert A. Beach

French lyrics and music by Charles L. Trenet

Goodbye, no use leading with our chins

This is where our story ends

Never lovers, ever friends

Goodbye, let our hearts call it a day

But before you walk away

I sincerely want to say

I wish you bluebirds in the spring

To give your heart a song to sing

And then a kiss, but more than this

I wish you love

And in July a lemonade

To cool you in some leafy glade

I wish you health

But more than wealth

I wish you love

My breaking heart and I agree

That you and I could never be

So with my best

My very best

I set you free

I wish you shelter from the storm

A cozy fire to keep you warm

But most of all when snowflakes fall

I wish you love

But most of all when snowflakes fall

I wish you love

I wish you love

I wish you love, love, love, love, love

I wish you love

Odd, folks. I just heard that same phrase used in conjunction with the Gulf coast.

I don't know if our listeners have heard the latest about Pat Robertson, but he once again has turned water into wine with Operation Blessing. What is it about the American people that make them buy into this charlatan?

I'll let Carl Sandburg be my op.ed. person this evening:

Carl Sandburg







The people yes
The people will live on.
The learning and blundering people will live on.
They will be tricked and sold and again sold
And go back to the nourishing earth for rootholds,
The people so peculiar in renewal and comeback,
You can't laugh off their capacity to take it.
The mammoth rests between his cyclonic dramas.

The people so often sleepy, weary, enigmatic,
is a vast huddle with many units saying:
"I earn my living.
I make enough to get by
and it takes all my time.
If I had more time
I could do more for myself
and maybe for others.
I could read and study
and talk things over
and find out about things.
It takes time.
I wish I had the time."

The people is a tragic and comic two-face: hero and hoodlum:
phantom and gorilla twisting to moan with a gargoyle mouth:
"They buy me and sell me...it's a game...sometime I'll
break loose..."

Once having marched
Over the margins of animal necessity,
Over the grim line of sheer subsistence
Then man came
To the deeper rituals of his bones,
To the lights lighter than any bones,
To the time for thinking things over,
To the dance, the song, the story,
Or the hours given over to dreaming,
Once having so marched.

Between the finite limitations of the five senses
and the endless yearnings of man for the beyond
the people hold to the humdrum bidding of work and food
while reaching out when it comes their way
for lights beyond the prison of the five senses,
for keepsakes lasting beyond any hunger or death.
This reaching is alive.
The panderers and liars have violated and smutted it.
Yet this reaching is alive yet
for lights and keepsakes.

The people know the salt of the sea
and the strength of the winds
lashing the corners of the earth.
The people take the earth
as a tomb of rest and a cradle of hope.
Who else speaks for the Family of Man?
They are in tune and step
with constellations of universal law.
The people is a polychrome,
a spectrum and a prism
held in a moving monolith,
a console organ of changing themes,
a clavilux of color poems
wherein the sea offers fog
and the fog moves off in rain
and the labrador sunset shortens
to a nocturne of clear stars
serene over the shot spray
of northern lights.

The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:

This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can't be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can't hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?

In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
"Where to? what next?"

and a closing song, listeners.

For some reason, McTag's mention of le souvenir reminded me of this one:


Among My Souvenirs
There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
There's just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters tied in blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs

A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And though they do their best
To give me consolation

I count them all apart
And as the teardrops start
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs

I count them all apart
And as the teardrops start
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs

Joni James?

Goodnight,
From Letty with love.

Hi, yall. Just tuned in, flipping around the dial, to see what yall have been up to. Lot of lyrics. Lots and lots of lyrics.
Johnboy posted a couple of stories on the "What Made You Smile" thread but didn't want to wear out his welcome there, so this ends up here. Some of yall have been/are performers, so might appreciate this.

I have a new employee, Allen, who just moved to Cville with his lady. She is in the grad school program at UVA in theatre. He, too, has his degree from Western Michigan in theatre. Both of them in acting.
So he tried out for a play. Cool, I said. what is it about?

Remember Jack London? Many of us, particularly guys, got our first introduction to literature from reading his stories.

So this, Allen tells me, is a musical version of Jack London's story about White Fang and the Call of The Wild.

Okay, I said, trying to dredge up a remembrance of the plot of a book I had read almost 50 years ago. Who are you playing, I asked. Allen replied that he will be Buck, and he will be costumed as a dog.

Anybody ever read Jack London?

Loveliest Night Of The Year - Mario Lanza

When you are in love
It's the loveliest night of the year
Stars twinkle above
And you almost can touch them from here

Words fall into rhyme
Any time you are holding me near
When you are in love
It's the loveliest night of the year

Waltzing along in the blue
Like a breeze drifting over the sand
Thrilled by the wonder of you
And the wonderful touch of your hand and...

My heart starts to beat
Like a child when a birthday is near
So kiss me, my sweet...
It's the loveliest night of the year

Waltzing along in the blue
Like a breeze drifting over the sand
Thrilled by the wonder of you
And the wonderful touch of your hand and...

My heart starts to beat
Like a child when a birthday is near
So kiss me, my sweet...
It's the loveliest night of the year