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lately cav's posts have been bumped in some threads, and it's good to see him around once in awhile

here's awarren zevon song for cav, i know at least one thing in this song are true, maybe some of the others are too

Life'll Kill Ya
Warren Zevon

You've got an invalid haircut
It hurts when you smile
You'd better get out of town
Before your nickname expires
It's the kingdom of the spiders
It's the empire of the ants
You need a permit to walk around downtown
You need a license to dance

Life'll kill ya
That's what I said
Life'll kill ya
Then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya
Wherever you go
Requiescat in pace
That's all she wrote

From the President of the United States
To the lowliest rock and roll star
The doctor is in and he'll see you now
He don't care who you are
Some get the awful, awful diseases
Some get the knife, some get the gun
Some get to die in their sleep
At the age of a hundred and one

Life'll kill ya
That's what I said
Life'll kill ya
Then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya
Wherever you go
Requiescat in pace
That's all she wrote

Maybe you'll go to heaven
See Uncle Al and Uncle Lou
Maybe you'll be reincarnated
Maybe that stuff's true
If you were good
Maybe you'll come back as someone nice
And if you were bad
Maybe you'll have to pay the price

Life'll kill ya
That's what I said
Life'll kill ya
Then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya
Wherever you go
Requiescat in pace
That's all she wrote

Definition of: requiescat in pace
May he rest in peace.

Yes, I believe that I have heard that death is nature's way of telling us to slow down, dj.

Of course, folks, I think of Paul and his wings.

I wanted to show a picture of Casper the friendly ghost for Halloween, but somehow, it didn't want to let me.

How about coming along with me to:

and from Paul:

Live & Let Die

When you were young and your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
(you know you did, you know you did you know you did)
But in this ever changing world in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die

What does it matter to ya
When you got a job to do
You gotta do it well
You gotta give the other fellow hell

When you were young and your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
(you know you did, you know you did you know you did)
But in this ever changing world in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Live and let die.

Letty, you were asking about the significance of a map of Africa in red, gold, and green colors. Those happen to be the Rastafarian colors, and here's a nice song about them from UK reggae band Steel Pulse. (the Marcus refered to is Marcus Garvey, btw)

Rally round the flag
Rally round the red
Gold black and green

Marcus say sir Marcus say
Red for the blood
That flowed like the river
Marcus say sir Marcus say
Green for the land Africa
Marcus say
Yellow for the gold
That they stole
Marcus say
Black for the people
It was looted from

They took us away captivity captivity
Required from us a song
Right now man say repatriate repatriate
I and I patience have now long time gone
Father's mothers sons daughters every one
Four hundred million strong
Ethiopia stretch forth her hand
Closer to God we Africans
Closer to God we can
In our hearts is Mount Zion
Now you know seek the Lion
How can we sing in a strange land
Don't want to sing in a strange land no
Liberation true democracy
One God one aim one destiny

CHORUS
------

Rally round the flag
Remember when we used to dress like kings
Conqueror of land conqueror of seas
Civilization far moved from caves
Oppressor man live deh
I curse that day
The day they made us slaves I say

How can we sing in a strange land
Don't want to sing in a strange land
Liberation true democracy
One God one aim one destiny

CHORUS
------

Rally round the flag
Red gold black and green
A bright shining star--Africa
Catch star liner right now--Africa
A history no more a mystery--Africa
Respect and authority--Africa
Climb ye the heights of humanity
Rally come rally rally come rally

Thanks, Yit. I know about Marcus Garvey, Mr. Turtle. Didn't he want to relocate all the blacks in America to some African country? It's been a while since I taught Humanities. <smile>

Satt is such a delightful man. He finally helped us with the lyrics to that enchanting South African group that sang behind the Sea World commercial. I can hear that song in my head right now.

I declare, listeners. It's becoming more eerie here and in my small studio.

I do remember that Raggedy and I loved this ghost song:



Last night at the dance I met Laurie,
So lovely and warm, an angel of a girl.
Last night I fell in love with Laurie -
Strange things happen in this world.

As I walked her home,
She said it was her birthday.
I pulled her close and said
"Will I see you anymore?"
Then suddenly she asked for my sweater
And said that she was very, very cold.

I kissed her goodnight
At her door and started home,
Then thought about my sweater
And went right back instead.
I knocked at her door and a man appeared.
I told why I'd come, then he said:

"You're wrong, son.
You weren't with my daughter.
How can you be so cruel
To come to me this way?
My Laurie left this world on her birthday -
She died a year ago today."

A strange force drew me to the graveyard.
I stood in the dark,
I saw the shadows wave,
And then I looked and saw my sweater
Lyin' there upon her grave.

Strange things happen in this world.

It's not so much the lyrics, listeners, as the beautiful chord changes.

yes, he did favor relocation, or repatriation as Steel Pulse put it, and One God One Aim One Destiny was a slogan he coined.

Just an alert to our listeners:

I am having a great deal of trouble with the studio equipment. It may be that St. Elmo's fire has disabled our sattelite, but I think it's more like Bill Gates and his bunch.

As I recall, Yit. Those who left America and went to that particular section of Africa were like strangers in a strange land, right?

In honor of Paul Pena, who passed away Saturday October 1, 2005 ...


Jet Airliner - Steve Miller Band (written by Paul Pena)

Leavin' home, out on the road
I've been down before
Ridin' along in this big ol' jet plane
I've been thinkin' about my home
But my love light seems so far away
And I feel like it's all been done
Somebody's tryin' to make me stay
You know I've got to be movin' on

Oh, oh big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Goodbye to all my friends at home
Goodbye to people I've trusted
I've got to go out and make my way
I might get rich you know I might get busted
But my heart keeps calling me backwards
As I get on the 707
Ridin' high I got tears in my eyes
You know you got to go through hell
Before you get to heaven

Big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Touchin' down in new england town
Feel the heat comin' down
I've got to keep on keepin' on
You know the big wheel keeps on spinnin' around
And I'm goin' with some hesitation
You know that I can surely see
That I don't want to get caught up in any of that
Funky **** goin' down in the city

Big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Oh, oh big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

Big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Oh, oh big ol' jet airliner
Carry me to my home
Oh, oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's there that I belong

Thanks, Tico. I am delighted that you introduced our listeners to Paul Pena.

I did find this about him, and I have no idea what throat singing is:


Paul Pena is the son of immigrants from Cape Verde, West Africa, and lives in San Francisco where he plays a unique blend of Mississippi Delta blues, Cape Verdian folk, and Tuvan throat music. As a blind Creole-American, Pena has continually struggled against injustice through the messages in his music. To Pena, his music represents the "inter-cultural harmony which is becoming increasingly important for the development of a sustainable world environment."

Paul Pena played blues with the greats T-Bone Walker, B.B. King, and Bonnie Raitt. In 1995, the blind bluesman became the first American ever to compete in an unusual contest of multi-harmonic "throatsinging."

While we wait for Tico to explain throat singing, I found Satt's song, which I love:







• Song • Artist • Album
THE CHILD INSIDE QKUMBA ZOO WAKE UP AND DREAM
--------
Who's that calling ?
who's that who can show the way ?
the child inside, its the child who lives still in your eyes
ne ho ne ye he hiyo, ne ho ne yehe ha
ne ho ne ye he hiyo, neho neho nehe hehe

who's that dying,
trying for a space in the cage you call your life
who's that crying
crying out just what it is you've thrown away

it's the. . .

the child inside, its the child who lives still in your eyes

ne ho ne ye he hiyo, ne ho ne yehe ha
ne ho ne ye he hiyo, neho neho nehe hehe

who's that dancing
laughing crying living every day by day by day by day

it's the. . .

the child inside, its the child who lives still in your eyes

ne ho ne ye he hiyo, ne ho ne yehe ha
ne ho ne ye he hiyo, neho neho nehe hehe

secret of the sun is in your eyes
take the power from your dreams and fly
children know it's magick that makes the world go round.

And, listeners, that is real magic. <smile>

On Throat Singing of South Siberia

Exercised by a number of Central Asian tribes, throat singing is a peculiar vocal art with three basic vocalizing methods and at least four submethods that allow a singer to simultaneously sing with two, indeed, sometimes even with four voices.

A rich throat singing tradition survives in Tuva (this is a republic that today belongs to Russia) and in Western Mongolia. In these areas that are marked by vast grasslands and mountain ranges, throat singing is called "chömei" ("ö" is pronounced like "o" and "e" simultaneously). As a singer elicits a fundamental tone that allows overtones to be extracted, the result is a "chömei-voice". The singer extracts overtones by varying the shape of his oral parts and pharynx: as a result two, three, or even four distinct tones can be heard. As the fundamental tone remains constant, melodies are sung with the highest overtone, that resembles the sound of a flute.


Tuva is located in Central Asia

What is throat singing and how does it differ from western singing?

Western people commonly think that a single artist cannot simultaneously sing with more than one voice and that consequently several singers are required for a multivocal concert. However, a human voice is never absolutely pure. The reason for this is that voice is blown all the way from the lungs through the windpipe and small chambers in the respiratory tract. Two persons can never have quite identical air chambers; consequently no two human voices exist with exactly similar timbres. The peculiar character of a person's voice results partly from a fundamental tone formed by the vocal chords, and partly from overtones that resonate in the windpipe and air chambers of the respiratory tract. Siberian singers, however, constrain the part of throat called false vocal chords and vary the shape of their pharynx and tongue to produce miraculous overtones of various kinds. Some of these overtones are nothing but buzzing and sqeaking, others sharp, clear, and beautiful, some of which resemble the sound of a flute. Usually these vocal overtones are not heard as distinct sounds. Instead, they are rather conceived as the characteristic quality of a person's voice. By the way, it is the overtones that allow us to tell apart different vowels. It is clear that letters a, e, i, o, etc. uttered at the same pitch nevertheless sound different to our ears. However, stronger overtones can be produced with a somewhat stricter voice; that is: with constricted false vocal chords. Their task is to prevent the access of any food or liquid to the vocal chords and windpipe. Throat singers also amplify vocal overtones with their false vocal chords.

On peoples that exercise throat singing

A centuries-long tradition, throat singing is practised by nomadic tribes of South Siberia, where it is commonly called "chömei". It is known to many Central Asian tribes like the Chacass, the Tuvinians, the Altaians, the Mongols, etc.
Ancient historians knew the Central Asian nomads as the Scythians. After the period of the Scythians Europe was terrorized by Attila and the Huns - also Siberian nomads. Later large areas of Asia were occupied by the Turcs, who left grave monuments scattered everywhere on the vast grasslands.
In the Middle Ages Chingghis Khan with his heirs collected fierce Mongol armies in the same areas. With his officers Chingghis Khan lead the Mongol armies against many Chinese, Middle Asian, and European cities that they often totally destroyed and killed the inhabitants to the last individual. In those days Europeans used to call these oriental bandits "the Tartars".
It is believed that traditionally male and female singers had an equal position. Later however, throat singing was not considered suitable for women: and the tradition was long sustained mainly by men. The reason for this might have been a rumour according to which pregnant women would risk a miscarriage while practising throat singing. After the perestroika and the end of the Soviet imperium several minor tribes remained subjects to Russia. And many of them - especially the Tuvinians - recovered their spirit and felt their nation united by the traditional vocal art passed down by their ancestors. As more liberal ways have gradually gained footing, today also women are known to practise chömei.

SOURCE

Listen to Throat Singing

Sigit with khomuz :53

Borbannadir with finger strokes across lips :41

Ezengileer 1:02

Tico, that is the most amazing thing that I have ever heard in my life. It takes a while since I only have a dial up, but I am stunned.

I hope all of our listeners can hear it. It sounds rather like what used to be called a jew's harp. I think that's the term. There's really nothing with which I can compare it, folks. The high voice sounds rather like a falsetto.

Well, folks. Although "throat singing" is not exactly a goodnight song, It will have to do. The wind here is picking up, so perhaps I can say goodnight with a windsong.



That windsong stays on my mind:

Goodnight,

From Letty with love

throat singing is an amazing thing to listen too, but maybe it's not for everbody, or at least not for dan bern

Go To Sleep
Dan Bern

Enough of this throat singing already
If you wanna sing two notes at once
Why don't you do like everyone else
Get a multi-track machine
Lay 'em down separately
Make a little harmony
Maybe a bass track
Like one from the Rolling Stones
None of this long lost art
This archaic stuff
Go out and buy something

If you wanna make some dough
You oughta invest in my company
We're putting barcodes
On the fetuses
Using ultrasound
And laser technology
We used to do babies
But some of them still got mixed up
This takes care of that

My love go to sleep
We'll wake you tomorrow
My love go to sleep
We'll wake you tomorrow

There's some tomatoes
Chemically engineered
They come out square
To fit in boxes
There's some people
Chemically engineered
They come out square
To fit in boxes
I'm sitting on the roof today
All by myself
Not saying nothing
To no one
I'm sitting on the roof today
All by myself
Not saying nothing
Goodbye

My love go to sleep
We'll wake you tomorrow
My love go to sleep
We'll wake you tomorrow

Catch a Falling Star

Catch a falling star an' put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away!
Catch a falling star an' put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day!

For love may come an' tap you on the shoulder,
Some star-less night!
Just in case you feel you wanna' hold her,
You'll have a pocketful of starlight!

Catch a falling star an' ( Catch a falling . . . ) put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away! ( Never let it fade away! )
Catch a falling star an' ( Catch a falling . . . ) put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day! ( Save it for a rainy day! )

For love may come and tap you on the shoulder,
Some star-less night!
An' just in case you feel you wanta' hold her,
You'll have a pocketful of starlight!

( . . . pocketful of starlight! ) [ hum in time ]

Catch a falling star an' ( Catch a falling . . . ) put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away! ( Never let it fade away! )
Catch a falling star an' ( Catch a falling . . . ) put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day! ( Save it for a rainy . . . Save it for a rainy, rainy rainy day! )

For when your troubles startn' multiplyin',
An' they just might!
It's easy to forget them without tryin',
With just a pocketful of starlight!

Catch a falling star an' ( Catch a falling . . . ) put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away! ( Never let it fade away! )
Catch a falling star an' put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day!

( Save it for rainy day! ) Save it for a rainy day!

Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru
In llama-land
There's a one-man band
And he'll toot his flute for you...

Joshua Logan
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Joshua Logan (October 5, 1908- July 12, 1988) was a stage and film director and writer best known for Broadway and Hollywood shows such as Mister Roberts, Picnic, and South Pacific.

Joshua Lockwood Logan III was born in Texarkana, Texas and attended Culver Military Academy in Indiana before enrolling at Princeton. As a student, Logan helped form the University Players with Henry Fonda and James Stewart. Before graduating in 1931, he went to Moscow on a scholarship to study "method acting" with Konstantin Stanislavsky at the Moscow Art Theatre.

In 1932, Logan began his Broadway career as an actor in 1932. He went to Hollywood in 1936 to work with producer David O. Selznick. When he returned to Broadway, he wrote and directed two popular shows On Borrowed Time and I Married an Angel. His career was interrupted by military service in England with the United States Army Air Corps Combat Intelligence division during World War II. He married actress Nedda Harrigan in 1945.

After the war, Logan directed Broadway shows Annie Get Your Gun, John Loves Mary, Mister Roberts, South Pacific and Fanny. He shared the 1950 Pulitzer Prize for Drama with Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II for co-writing South Pacific. The show also earned him a Tony Award for Best Director.

When director John Ford became sick, Logan reluctantly returned to Hollywood to complete the filming of Mister Roberts (1955). Logan's other hit films included Picnic (1955), Bus Stop (1956), Sayonara (1957), and South Pacific (1958). He was nominated for an Academy Award for Directing for Picnic and Sayonara. His later musicals Camelot (1967) and Paint Your Wagon (1969) were less acclaimed. Logan's 1976 autobiography Josh: My Up-and-Down, In-and-Out Life talks frankly about his bipolar disorder. He appeared with his wife in the 1977 nightclub revue Musical Moments, featuring Logan's most popular Broadway numbers. He published Movie Stars, Real People, and Me in 1978. From 1983-1986, he taught theater at Florida Atlantic University in Boca Raton.

He died in 1988 in New York of supranuclear palsy.

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

Glynis Johns
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Glynis Johns (born October 5, 1923) is a British stage and film actress, dancer, pianist and singer (notably of Send in the Clowns in Stephen Sondheim's A Little Night Music).

Able to undertake any role and with a career spanning seven decades, Johns is often cited as the "complete actress". Johns is a trained pianist and singer. She is also an accomplished dancer, and was actually qualified to teach ballet at the age of ten.

Johns is the daughter of the Welsh actor, Mervyn Johns, and her roots are in west Wales, although she happened to be born in Pretoria, South Africa, while her parents were on tour there. Her mother, Alys Steele, was a concert pianist and her only child, her son, Gareth Forwood, is a British actor.

Johns made her film debut in 1938, in the movie version of Winifred Holtby's novel, South Riding. In 1944 she appeared opposite her father in Halfway House, and in 1948 starred as a mermaid in Miranda (film). She successfully made the transition to Hollywood, appearing in The Court Jester (1956) as Danny Kaye's love interest. Another of her best known film roles was that of Winifred Banks, the children's mum, a suffragette, in Mary Poppins (1964).

Johns has also appeared on television and on stage, most memorably in Stephen Sondheim's musical, A Little Night Music. The song, Send in the Clowns, was written with her in mind, and in 1973 she won a Tony award for her role in the musical. She had a brief television series in the U.S. called Glynis.

Johns has been married four times, including a marriage to Anthony Forwood, father of her son Gareth and the former manager and long-time partner of Sir Dirk Bogarde. She once remarked that she was wed so often because she married all her lovers, a similar justification to that offered by Dame Elizabeth Taylor, although the Gabor sisters never bothered to offer any justifications.

Johns has been the subject of countless magazine covers and pin-up posters throughout her long career, which appears to have ended after many decades of hard work on stage, in films and on TV.

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

Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air..
Where are the clowns?

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move...
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours.
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines...
No one is there.

Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want...
Sorry, my dear!
And where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns...
Well, maybe next year.