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Bob: Where were you when we needed you for a bio of September 22 birthday celebrity "James E. Timpano, an interesting little boy"? I guess we'll never know who James Timpano is ----- and I guess he's no longer a celebrity because I went to Wikepedia's birthday list this morning and he's no longer there, or at least I can't find him there. But, I did copy James Timpano from Wikipeda's birthday list - honest. Remember we saw it right here on WA2K, or could we be in the Twilight Zone?

Today's birthdays according to Wikipedia:

15 - Vitellius, Roman Emperor (d. 69)
1501 - Gerolamo Cardano, Italian mathematician (d. 1576)
1534 - Guru Ram Das, fourth Sikh Guru (d. 1581)
1564 - William Adams, British navigator and samurai (d. 1620)
1583 - Albrecht von Wallenstein, Austrian general (d. 1634)
1625 - Johan de Witt, Dutch politician (d. 1672)
1705 - Leopold Josef Graf Daun, Austrian field marshal (d. 1766)
1717 - Horace Walpole, British novelist and politician (d. 1797)
1724 - Sir Arthur Guinness, founder of Arthur Guinness Son & Co. (d. 1803)
1755 - John Marshall, Chief Justice of the United States (d. 1835)
1817 - Ramon de Campoamor y Campoosorio, Spanish poet and philosopher (d. 1901)
1857 - Richard Mansfield, German-born actor (d. 1907)
1871 - Lottie Dod, English athlete (d. 1960)
1878 - C. F. Ramuz, Swiss writer (d. 1947)
1884 - Hugo Schmeisser, German weapons designer (d. 1953)
1890 - A. P. Herbert, British humorist, barrister, novelist (d. 1971)
1894 - Tommy Armour, Anglo-American golfer (d. 1968)
1896 - F. Scott Fitzgerald, American novelist (d. 1940)
1898 - Howard Walter Florey, Australian scientist (d. 1968)
1905 - Severo Ochoa, Spanish-American biochemist, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1993)
1921 - Jim McKay, American sports commentator
1925 - Autar Singh Paintal, Indian medical scientist (d. 2004)
1931 - Anthony Newley, British actor, singer (d. 1999)
1936 - Jim Henson, American puppeteer (d. 1990)
1941 - Linda McCartney, American singer and animal rights activist (d. 1998)
1942 - Gerry Marsden, English singer (Gerry and the Pacemakers)
1946 - Lars Emil Johansen, Prime Minister of Greenland
1948 - Phil Hartman, American actor (d. 1998)
1948 - Gordon Clapp, American actor
1951 - Pedro Almodóvar, Spanish movie director
1956 - Hubie Brooks, baseball player
1958 - Kevin Sorbo, American actor
1959 - Steve Whitmire, American voice actor
1962 - Nia Vardalos, Canadian actress, writer, and comedienne
1969 - Donald DeGrate, Jr., music producer
1969 - Shawn "Clown" Crahan, American musician (Slipknot)
1976 - Stephanie McMahon-Levesque, American professional wrestler
1980 - John Arne Riise, Norwegian footballer
1982 - Morgan Hamm, American gymnast
1982 - Paul Hamm, American gymnast

Mawnin yawl.
Well, I still have a home, still have power. King's X I continue to have good luck. The poor souls to the east caught the bad stuff.

ah, Raggedy. Thanks for the celeb updates, honey. I think your James Timpano was the little man who wasn't there. How does that rhyme go?

Mawin, edgar. I hate that the folks to the East didn't fare so well, but I am soooooo glad our edgar is still functioning and typing. Are you familiar with Gerry Marsden? He played the life of Jerry Lee Lewis. I have never heard of him before.

Our Yit has done a song for you, so we won't do another. Later, I will read a celeb update to our audience.

Where did Marsden do Jerry Lee? Certainly not in the film, Great Balls of Fire.

The song yit played, Hard Rain, was written during the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis. As we in the military stood by, Dylan, convinced it could well be the end of the world, wrote

IT'S A HARD RAIN'S A GONNA FALL

But it's a slow burning fuse. We could last another several years before the world ends wiyh a bang.

edgar, I'll have to research that guy again. Either that, or Miss Letty is dizzy! <smile> Thanks for the info on Yit's song.

Here's some news about a country celeb:



McCready Hospitalized After Overdose 2 hours, 15 minutes ago



NASHVILLE, Tenn. - Country singer Mindy McCready was hospitalized after overdosing on antidepressants early Friday following a quarrel with the father of her unborn child. She was in fair condition Friday afternoon, officials said.


According to a police report, McCready and William McKnight were arguing on the phone about whether his parents would help pay for the pregnancy. He cursed at McCready and she became angry and took about 30 antidepressant pills, the report says.

After McKnight called her back and she didn't answer, he called police and an ambulance.

McCready's lawyer did not return a phone message to his office.

McCready, 29, has had a series of legal and personal problems in recent months, including a drunken driving arrest in Nashville, a suicide attempt and an arrest in Arizona on charges stemming from her involvement with a con man she said she was trying to help police catch.

McKnight was also charged earlier this year with trying to kill her. McCready said he punched her in the face and tried to choke her.

Last year, McCready was charged with obtaining the painkiller OxyContin fraudulently at a pharmacy. She pleaded guilty and was placed on three years' probation.

McCready had a No. 1 hit in 1996 with "Guys Do It All the Time."


(Bobby Whiteside/Kim Tribble)
Got in this morning at 4 a.m.
You're as mad as you can be
Well I was drinking and talking and you know how that goes
Time just slipped away from me
By the time I knew what time it was
It was too late to call home
Stop carrying on acting like a child
I wasn't doing anything wrong
Guys do it all the time
And you expect us to understand
When the shoe's on the other foot
You know that's when it hits the fan
Get over it, honey, life's a two way street
Or you won't be a man of mine
So I had some beers with the girls last night
Guys do it all the time
I know I left my clothes all over the place
And I took your twenty bucks
No I didn't get the front yard cut
'Cause I had to wash my truck
Will you bring me a cold one, baby
And turn on the TV
We'll talk about this later
There's a ball game I wanna see
Guys do it all the time
And you expecy us to understand
When the shoe's on the other foot
You know that's when it hits the fan
Get over it, honey, life's a two way street
Or you won't be a man of mine
So I had some beers with the girls last night
Guys do it all the time
You look like you just took a long look in the mirror
Tell me baby if things don't look a whole lot clearer
Get over it, honey, life's a two way street
Or you won't be a man of mine
So I had some beers with the girls last night
Guys do it all the time
Yeah, guys do it
Yeah, guys do it
All the time, all the time
Yeah, guys do it
Yeah, guys do it

Well, listeners. I do believe that Miss Letty is in the twilight zone with James Timpano. I have no idea where I got the idea that Gerry Marsden played Jerry Lee.

"As I was going up the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away."

At least I got that right, folks.

Twas Dennis Quaid, in a dismal film that turned the Killer into a grotesque cartoon.

Hi Miss Letty. Your rather vagrant weather reporter checking in with the technical term for today's weather in the south--UGH! Sure glad our Edgar and the rest of the a2kers are safe.

My sons loved Sesame Street and I did too, especially Kermit.

It's not that easy being green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold...
or something much more colorful like that.

It's not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ord'nary things.
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're
not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
or stars in the sky.

But green's the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like an ocean, or important like a mountain,
or tall like a tree.

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why?
Wonder, I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful!
And I think it's what I want to be.

Well, edgar. I didn't see either the Buddy Holly story or Dennis Quaid. Glad now.

Diane, my word child. Miss Letty thought you were pissed off. <smile>

Yep, I loved Kermit and Miss Piggy, and MOI?

For some odd reason, listeners, Diane's Green song reminded me of this one which I would like to play:

Penny Lane Lyrics (Beatles)




In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know.
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello.

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mack
In the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back

In penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It's a clean machine.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And tho' she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway.

In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny Lane.

I really like that one, folks!

The Buddy Holly Story was a pretty good film, overlooking the fact that Gary Busey tried to sing all the songs.
Another good one was about Richey Valens.

Ah, yes, edgar. I think most of our listeners know La Bamba starring Lou Diamond Phillips. Our bear had a picture made with Lou. I always like the song, folks:

La Bamba - Valens Richie
Para bailar la bamba
Para bailar la bamba
Se necesita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia pa mi pa ti
Arriba y arriba
Y arriba y arriba por ti sere
Por ti sere
Por ti sere
Yo no soy marinero
Yo no soy marinero
Soy capitan
Soy capitan
Soy capitan
Bamba bamba
Bamba bamba
Bamba bamba
Para bailar la bamba
Para bailar la bamba, se necesita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia para mi para ti
Arriba, arriba

Para bailar la bamba
Para bailar la bamba
Se necesita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia para mi para ti
Arriba y arriba
Y arriba y arriba, por ti sere
Por ti sere
Por ti sere
Bamba bamba
Bamba bamba
Bamba bamba

The Belafonte version offers some translations


Bam, Bam Bamba, Bam, Bam
You were drowning my darling
And I saved you
Dominating the waves with my love for you

Pero arriba y arriba y arriba ire yo no soy
Marinero por ti sere por ti sere
Por ti sere bam, bam bamba bam bam

On the sand you did write
I will always love you
Then the sand blew away
And your love did too

Pero arriba y arriba y arriba ire yo no soy
Marinero por ti sere por ti sere
Por ti sere bam, bam bamba bam bam

Oh, the crab it is said
Walks in reverse
For your true love, my darling
I'd walk on my head

Pero arriba y arriba y arriba ire yo no soy
Marinero por ti sere por ti sere
Por ti sere bam, bam bamba bam bam

Tu estabas ahogando Tu estabas ahogando
Yo te salve domimando Las olas
Domimando las olas por tu querer
pero y'arriba y'arriba per o'arriba y'arriba,
y'arriba ire yo no soy mari nero
Yo no soy Mari re porti sere

Bam, bam, bamba bam, bam

Thanks, edgar, for those alternative lyrics. Do you like Harry?

Move over, Bob Dylan, this is from Sammy Cahn and Jimmy van Heusen

It's very nice to go trav'ling
To Paris, London and Rome
It's oh so nice to go trav'ling
But it's so much nicer, yes it's so much nicer, to come home

It's very nice to just wander
The camel route to Iraq
It's oh so nice to just wander
But it's so much nicer, yes it's oh so nice, to wander back

The mam'selles and frauleins, and the senoritas are sweet
But they can't compete 'cause they just don't have
What the models have, on madison ave.

It's very nice to be footloose
With just a toothbrush and comb
It's oh so nice to be footloose
But your heart starts singin' when you're homeward wingin' across the foam

And you know your fate is
Where the empire state is
All you contemplate is
The view from Miss Liberty's dome

It's very nice to go trav'ling
But it's oh so nice to come home

You will find the maidens and the gay muchachas are rare
But they can't compare with that sexy line
That parades each day at Sunset and Vine

It's quite the life to play gypsy
And roam as gipsies will roam
It's quite the life to play gypsy
But your heart starts singin' when your homeward wingin' across the foam

And the Hudson River
Makes you start to quiver
Like the latest flivver
That's simply dripin' with crome

It's very nice to go trav'ling
But it's oh so nice to come home

Well, would you listen to that Brit, folks? Here he is extolling the virtues of America through Cahn and van Heusen.

Love it, McTag, and that "Penny Lane" was for You, Manchester.

Just a reminder to all of our listeners:

Please give our Reyn permission to put your avatar in his new collage project.

McTag would look smashing in his black hat and coat, and Walter has such a delightful grin, it will be a wonderful touch, no?

Thanks, Letty, for the timely plug!

I have also started a "game" with the avatars if folks want to play.

Here is an explanation of the game here:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=1586059#1586059

Well, Reyn. You have done such a fantastic job on your collage/montage, that we all have learned to appreciate your creativity.

I don't know about the rest of our listeners, but Miss Letty ain't too good at detecting subtle differences. Tico seems to be a pro.

Police And Thieves
The Clash

Police and thieves in the streets

Oh yeah!
Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street
Oh yeah!
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition

From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me
From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me

And all the crowd comes in day by day
No one stop it in anyway
And all the peacemaker turn war officer
Hear what I say

Vocal ad lib

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
From Genesis oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah

Scaring, fighting the nation
Shooting, shooting their guns and ammunition

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Here come, here come, here come
The station is bombed
Get out get out get out you people
If you don't wanna get blown up

Vocal ad lib


Straight to Hell
The Clash

If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise

There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell boys

Y'wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home
See me got photo photo
Photograph of you
Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.

Straight to hell
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san says

You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
and rat poison
The volatile Molatov says-

PSSST...
HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA...
VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO
FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD

Go straight to hell

Can you really cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants
They wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No man's land and there ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived round here

Go straight to hell boys


Ghetto Defendant
The Clash

CLASH LYRICS

(ALLEN GINSBERG LYRICS}

(DO THE WORM ON THE ACCROPOLIS
SLAMDANCE THE COSMOPOLIS
ENLIGHTEN THE POPULACE)

HUNGRY DARKNESS OF LIVING
WHO WILL THIRST IN THE PIT?
(HOOKED IN METROPOLIS)
SHE SPENT A LIFETIME DECIDING
HOW TO RUN FROM IT
(ADDICTS OF METROPOLIS)
ONCE FATE HAD A WITNESS
AND THE YEARS SEEMED LIKE FRIENDS
(GIRLFRIENDS)
HER BABIES CAN DREAM
BUT DREAMS BEGIN LIKE THE END
(SHOT INTO ETERNITY
METHADONE KITTY
IRON SERENITY)

GHETTO DEFENDANT
IT IS HEROIN PITY
NOT TEAR GAS NOR BATON CHARGE
THAT STOPS YOU TAKING THE CITY

(STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE)
WALLED OUT OF THE CITY
CLUBBED DOWN FROM UPTOWN
SPRAYED PEST FROM THE NEST
RUN OUT TO BARRIO TOWN
(THE GUARDS ARE ITCHY)
FORCED TO WATCH AT THE FEAST
THEN SWEEP UP THE NIGHT
FLIPPED PIECES OF COIN
(BROKEN BOTTLES)
EXCHANGED FOR BIRTHRIGHT
(GRAFTED IN A JIFFY)

(STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE
SITTING PRETTY
GRAPHED IN A JIFFY
NO PITY, PRETTY)

THE GHETTO PRINCE OF GUTTER POETS
WAS BOUNCED OUT OF THE ROOM
(JEAN ARTHUR RIMBAUD)
BY THE BODYGUARDS OF GREED
FOR DISTURBING THE TOMB
(1873)
HIS WORDS LIKE FLAMETHROWERS
(PARIS COMMUNE)
BURNT THE GHETTOS IN THEIR CHESTS
HIS FACE WAS PAINTED WHITER
AND HE WAS LAID TO REST
(DIED IN MARSEILLE
BURIED IN CHARLEVILLE
SHUT UP)

SOAP FLOODS OIL IN WATER
ALL CHURN IN THE WAKE
ON THE GREAT SHIP OF PROGRESS
THE CREW CAN'T FIND THE BRAKE
KLAXONS ARE BLARING
THE ADMIRAL SNORES COMMAND
SUBMARINES BOIL IN OCEANS
WHILE THE ARMIES FIGHT WITH SUNS

Wow, dj, This is crime night and ghetto stuff. Thanks, Canada I think those reckless people need an angel or two.

so, for our German friends. (I'm assuming that Walter can speak Dutch):



text zuster Luc-Gabrielle

Recht uit het hart - Engel zonder vleugels
Je vond de oorzaak van mijn rusteloze leven
En tegelijk ookweer het hart van de stam
Voor een moment met jou zou ik de wereld geven
Jij staat zo vreselijk ver weg van mij vandaan
Ja in mijn hoofd heb ik het allemaal geregeld
Dan lig ik 's nachts tegen je aan en streel je rug
Maar in het echt kan ik je nog steeds niet bereiken
En ik weet nu ik je ken, is er geen weg meer terug

Je bent een engel, een engel zonder vleugels
Van een schoonheid die niet van deze wereld is
De grenst voor mij bijna totaal in 't perfecte
Jij hebt alles dat ik bij 'n ander mis

Het is al mooi om je alleen al te bekijken
Hoe je met elke stap subtiel de grond toucheert
Of je in 't voorbij gaan soms zo stiekem aan te raken
Meer dan dat heb ik nog steeds niet geprobeerd
Je bent zo vreselijk behoedzaam zo gesloten
Er staan vier dikke hoge muren om je heen
Maar ik moet, ik zal ooit dichter bij je komen
Eens breek ik die muren af, al moet het steen voor steen

Je bent een engel, een engel zonder vleugels
Van een schoonheid die niet van deze wereld is
De grenst voor mij bijna totaal in 't perfecte
Jij hebt alles, jij hebt alles, jij hebt alles en ik, ik heb niets

Je bent een engel, een engel zonder vleugels
Van een schoonheid die niet van deze wereld is
De grenst voor mij bijna totaal in 't perfecte
Jij hebt alles dat ik bij 'n ander mis

Je bent een engel, een engel zonder vleugels
Van een schoonheid die niet van deze wereld is
De grenst voor mij bijna totaal in 't perfecte
Jij hebt alles dat ik bij 'n ander mis jij hebt alles dat ik bij 'n ander mis
Jij hebt alles dat ik bij 'n ander mis.

I do know it's about angels, folks. <smile>