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Well, here's our Francis. What song does it play, France?

Mozart's 40th Symphony.

Let me guess, listeners. This one:

Ookla The Mok
» Renoir Song

When Renoir spoke of light and dark
He meant the translucent imagery
Of shape and emotion
Patterning themselves into life
When I speak of light and dark
I mean toast.



Speaking of notables, folks. I have a legislator and a painter in house today.

The first one is Murphy, and the Italian hasn't arrived as yet.

Ah, Francis. In the archives, I found that the 40th was Amadeus' finis.

Molto allegro to know that.

That's "Great".

Well, listeners. I just checked out Molto Allegro and found that it's in the Key of B flat. Much too complicated for Miss Letty to play. The key signature seems to be 2/4.

This guy was great

http://www.sergent.com.au/johnrowles.html

Anybody ever heard of him?

Awesome, McTag. As you know, I love "Now is the Hour", <smile>and "I sang The Night we Called it a Day.

By special request:

The Diana Krall version





There was a moon out in space
But a cloud drifted over its face
You kissed me and went on your way
The night we called it a day
I heard the song of the spheres
Like a minor lament in my ears
I hadn't the heart left to pray
The night we called it a day
Soft through the dark
The hoot of an owl in the sky
Sad though his song
No bluer was he than I
The moon went down stars were gone
But the sun didn't rise with the dawn
There wasn't a thing left to say
The night we called it a day
There wasn't a thing left to say
The night we called it a day

This song is by a lady with a similar pre-name :wink:

The leaves of brown came tumblin' down, remember
In September in the rain
The sun went out just like a dying ember
That September in the rain

To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain
Though spring is here, to me it's still September
That September in the rain

------ harmonica solo ------

To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain

Though spring is here, to me it's still September
That September in the rain
That September in the rain

Ah, Walter. Yes, September in the Rain.

Isn't that lovely, listeners? Sometimes I miss the four seasons, especially the fall.

I understand Oktoberfest is to be toned down this year.

THE LAND OF MAKE-BELIEVE

We're living in a land of make believe
And trying no to let it show
Maybe in that land of make believe
Heartaches can turn into joy

We're breathing in the smoke of high and low
We're taking up a lot of room
Somewhere in the dark and silent night
Our prayer will be heard
Make it soon

So fly little bird
Up into the clear blue sky
And carry the word
Love's the only reason why

Open all the shutters on your windows
Unlock all the locks upon your doors
Brush away the cobwebs from your day-dreams
No secrets come between us anymore
Oh, say it's true
Only love can see you through
You know our love can't hurt you

We're living in a land of make believe
And trying no to let it show...
Maybe in that land of make believe
Heartaches can turn into joy

We're breathing in the smoke of high and low
We're taking up a lot of room
Somewhere in the dark and lonely night
Our prayer will be heard
Make it soon

So fly little bird
Up into the clear blue sky
And carry the word
Love's the only reason why...

Open all the shutters on your windows
Unlock all the locks upon your doors
Brush away the cobwebs from your day-dreams
No secrets come between us anymore
Oh, say it's true
Only love can see you through
You know our love can't hurt you

Moody Blues

Well, Rex. That song says volumes, no? <smile> thanks, Maine.

Later, listeners, I would like to cover an old topic anew about Hamlet.

To me of the oldies my favs are Tchaikovsky and Grieg...
I love music with profound passion...


Beethoven's 5th the "bum bum bum bum" part was (I have heard it once theorized) to be the sound of a bird's chirp that was indigenous to where he lived... When he went deaf he remembered the birds voice and incorporated it into his composition of the 5th symphony...

Mozart's death mass' are nice too...

Well, as Cyracuz knows, Rex, I have Grieg saved on my pc.

Yes, my friend, I think all of our contributors love music with a passion. I have learned to appreciate all types now, although when I was younger, I tended to be somewhat discriminatory.

Well listeners, we have it all on our radio, and what is truly wonderful, is that we have it from all over. <smile>

Well, listeners, tonight, BBKing was chosen person of the week on ABC news. So, although he isn't in New Orleans, we play this song as a tribute to him. He remarked that the blues wasn't always sad, it was just the music of life:


You say you're leaving, you've shattered my dreams
All of our plans dear, forgotten it seems
Yes, it had to happen
I'm not surprised, but i'll, I'll survive

Your friends have shown you a much better way
All of my loving you baby, all of those years, ended today
Yes, you go on darlin'
I'll dry my eyes, but i'll, I'll survive

Go on! may God bless you
It was fun. while it was fun
Baby, I hate to lose you
I say I hate to lose you baby
It's all over! what's done is done

Hey! you go on darlin', seek your fortune and fame
All your good luck or bad luck
Your friends must take the blame
Oh! I can't beg you no more baby
I've got too much pride, but i'll, I'll survive

Oh, go on! may God bless you
Oh, it was fun. while it was fun
Oh baby, I hate to lose you
I say I hate to lose you baby
It's all over! what's done is done

Hey! you go on baby, seek your fortune and fame
All your good good luck or bad luck
Friends must take the blame
Oh! I can't beg you no more
I've got too much pride, but i'll, I'll survive

Oh! i'll, I'll survive
Baby, I'll survive

Now is the hour,
When I must say goodnight,
Soon I'll be sleeping
Listening to the sea,
While I'm away
Oh, please remember me.
When I return,
I'll find you waiting here.


Goodnight, my friends,

From Letty with love

Don't Go
Yaz

Came in from the city walked into the door
I turned around when i heard the sound of footsteps on the floor
Love just like addiction now i'm hooked on you, I need some time to get it right
Your love gonna see me through

Chorus
Can't stop now don't you know i ain't never gonna let you go
Don't go

Baby make your mind up give me what you got
Fix me with your lovin' shut the door and turn the lock
Hey go get the doctor, doctor came too late
Another night i feel alright my love for you can't wait

Chorus

Came in from the city walked into the door
I turned around when i heard the sound of footsteps on the floor
Said he was a killer, now i know it's true, i'm dead when you walkout the door
Hey babe i'm hooked on you

Repeat chorus

Don't go, don't go, don't go...

R I P

Clarence 'Gatemouth' Brown Passes:
Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown, singer, songwriter, and guitarist, died on September 10 in Orange, Texas, where he had gone to escape hurricane Katrina. He was suffering from lung cancer and heart disease, and had lost his home in Louisiana, along with 50 years of memorabilia.

Brown was born April 18, 1924 in Vinton, Louisiana, and grew up in Orange. He got his nickname from a teacher who said he had a voice like a gate. He toured on drums with the Brown Skin Models in the 1940s, made his solo debut in 1947 opening for T-Bone Walker, and was signed by manager Don Robey, who then formed Peacock Records in Texas, one of the first black-owned labels. Some of Brown's records were jukebox and regional hits, but he claimed that Robey stole his songs; he offered to buy back his contract but was refused. After he left Peacock his eclecticism came to the fore; he said of other Bluesmen, "All those guys always tried to sound like T-Bone." He also played fiddle, drums, bass, and harmonica; he was a superb and influential guitarist, but never achieved the national fame he deserved, partly because he refused to be typed. He wore a Stetson and cowboy boots, and said he played Texas music: Blues, Jazz, Bluegrass, Cajun, Zydeco, anything that seemed to be required, sometimes switching styles in a single set.

He lived in Nashville in the 1960s, where he hosted an R&B show on TV and made Country singles. He played Jazz and Country festivals; a big band album on MCA in the late 1970s featured the Brazilian percussionist Airto, Jim Keltner on drums, the Memphis Horns, a vocal group, country singer Roy Clark, and Garland Craft, who was then keyboardist for the Oak Ridge Boys. He toured in Europe, where he was a considerable success, recordings appearing on French Verve. His work was also available on Aladdin, Blue Thumb, Alligator, Evidence, Drive, and other labels; his Rounder album Alright Again! won a Grammy in 1982. He made commercials for Lone Star beer and was once a volunteer deputy sheriff in San Juan County, New Mexico.

A great all-round entertainer

Have You Never Been Mellow

(Farrar)

There was a time when I was in a hurry as you are
I was like you
There was a day when I just had to tell my point of view
I was like you
Now I don't mean to make you frown
No, I just want you to slow down

Have you never been mellow?
Have you never tried to find a comfort from inside you?
Have you never been happy just to hear your song?
Have you never let someone else be strong?

Running around as you do with your head up in the clouds
I was like you
Never had time to lay back, kick your shoes off, close your eyes
I was like you
Now you're not hard to understand
You need someone to take your hand

Have you never been mellow?
Have you never tried to find a comfort from inside you?
Have you never been happy just to hear your song?
Have you never let someone else be strong?


Olivia Newton-John

Re. Beethoven's fifth:
according to his student Czerny, Beethoven claimed it was really a bird-song he heard in a Viennese park.


Roll Over Beethoven

I'm gonna write a little letter,
gonna mail it to my local DJ.
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today.

You know, my temperature's risin'
and the jukebox blows a fuse.
My heart's beatin' rhythm
and my soul keeps on singin' the blues.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news.

I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I think I'm rollin' arthiritis
sittin' down by the rhythm review.
Roll Over Beethoven rockin' in two by two.

Well, if you feel you like it
go get your lover, then reel and rock it.
Roll it over and move on up just
a trifle further and reel and rock it,
roll it over,
Roll Over Beethoven rockin' in two by two.

Well, early in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin'
don't you step on my blue suede shoes.
Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle,
ain't got nothin' to lose.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news.

You know she wiggles like a glow worm,
dance like a spinnin' top.
She got a crazy partner,
oughta see 'em reel and rock.
Long as she got a dime the music will never stop.

Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues.