You know, edgar, I do believe one of the things that keeps Dylan alive and in the public eye is his mystique. He probably couldn't give you the background himself. <smile>
Did locate the brief background on Taffy:
The children's nursery rhyme 'Taffy was a Welshman' has its origins in Celtic Mythology. Amaethon (from which the name Taffy is derived) was the God of Welsh Agriculture. This Celtic God Amaethon was renown for stealing a variety of wild life from the god Arawn, the Lord of the Otherworld. The association between Taffy and the thief is thus explained...
I declare, listeners, that's a gem of knowledge.
Hey, Walter, missed your background info. That may well explain why the number "seven" is both lucky and unlucky.
Walt had this in his quote-
Quote:The song "Anathea" tells a similar story to "Seven Curses." To quote the late John Bauldie
Americans have probably never heard of John Bauldie.He originated a Dylan magazine in England known as The Telegraph.It ran to 47 issues I think.I have them all.No 1 is on cheap A4 folded and stapled and No 47 is a flash glossy production with colour photos.
Sadly John was killed in a helicopter crash returning from a Bolton/Chelsea football match and the last issue is a memorial.
He,and his mag,are still much missed.
You're right about this American, spendius. Never heard of him, but I regret his sad ending, really.
Someone in our vast audience created a thread asking if we really cared about others on the forum.
I think most of us do, right listeners?
If everyone's going to be in a fey way I might as well join in.
Barry McGuire - Eve Of Destruction
The eastern world it tis explodin',
violence flarin', bullets loadin',
you're old enough to kill but not for votin',
you don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin',
and even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
And Can't you feel the fear that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be noone to save with the world in a grave,
take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
and marches alone can't bring integration,
when human respect is disintegratin',
this whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
and you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
but when your return, it's the same old place,
the poundin' of the drums, th pride and disgrace,
you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace,
and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
I saw Barry McGuire in person once. Where? We both were attending a (who else) Bob Dylan concert.
Fey way? Love it, Bob. Sounds like a kid trying to say Faye Wray; however, Boston, I think we may have been on the eve of destruction since she first took that bite from the apple. That song is like a prophet, no?
Speaking of strange things, listeners. I notice that there will be a full moon on the 17th of this month, and on the eve of Halloween, daylight saving time ends.
How about a little Rocky, listeners:
Full moon and empty arms
The moon is there for us to share
But where are you?
A night like this could weave a memory
And every kiss could start a dream for two
Full moon and empty arms
Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon
And next full moon if my one wish comes true
My empty arms will be filled with you.
Now who can name the classical piece from which that was taken.
Full Moon And Empty Arms
Written by: Ted Mossman
Written by: Buddy Kaye
Music by: Sergei Rachmaninoff
Arranged By: Axel Stordahl - Axel Stordahl
Label: Columbia - Columbia
Recorded: 11/19/45 - 11/30/45
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Full moon and empty arms, the moon is there for us to share, but where are you?
A night like this could weave a memory, and every kiss could start a dream for two.
Full moon and empty arms, I'll use the magic moon to wish upon,
And next full moon, if my one wish comes true, my empty arms will be filled with you.
Edgar, I had a brief encounter with that.
When I saw McGuire at the concert, a fan stood up and pointed a camera at him. He seemed put out by it, but paused for her a moment. He went backstage during intermission and came back to sit in the audience.
His own son recorded a new version of Eve of Destruction several years ago.
Well, my goodness, edgar. You did a double, but you were right about Rachmaninoff.
Well, Francis, what brief encounter had you with Rocky? <smile>
Let's see, folks. Is it McGuire or Rocky of whom we speak. Please don't confuse Miss Letty.
I might add to the John Bauldie legend a little.He reported that Dylan once asked him for his subscription list and he refused to hand it over.
And if you had two letters published in his mag.you were a "BOBCAT".
Moon? June? Fay Wray? The conversation ebbs and flows over quite a territory.
Anyone know this?
No Moon At All
- Artist: Robert Goulet as sung on "The Wonderful World Of Love"
- Columbia CS 8793
- charted by The Ames Brothers with Les Brown at # 21 in 1953
- Words and Music by R. Evans and D. Mann
No moon at all, what a night
Even lightnin' bugs have dimmed their lights
Stars have disappeared from sight
And there's no moon at all
Don't make a sound, it's so dark
Even Fido is afraid to bark
What a perfect chance to park
And there's no moon at all
Should we want atmosphere for inspiration, dear
One kiss will make it clear
That tonight is right and bright moonlight might interfere
No moon at all way up above
This is nothin' like they told us of
Just to think we fell in love
And there's no moon at all
<instrumental interlude>
Should we want atmosphere for inspiration, dear
One kiss will make it clear
That tonight is right and bright moonlight might interfere
No moon at all up above
Aww, this is nothin' like they told us of
Just to think we fell in love
And there's no moon at all
Aww, there's no moon at all
There is no moon at all
No moon at all
all right, then. I'll simply sit back and listen until I get some things straight. That seems fair, right?
Question: Which is it? Bob McGuire or Rachmaninoff or Bobcat.
Thanks for playing No Moon at All, McTag. Nice to listen to as I await answers.
In retrospect, I am not sure myself the what Francis refers.
Well, edgar, perhaps he will explain.
Just a little recap for our listeners.
The entire thing started with Bob's reference to "fey way" and his song Eve of Destruction.
Miss Letty made a pun on "fey way" by saying "Faye Wray" and a weak attempt at levity by referring to Eve and her apple eating.
edgar referred to McGuire, the author of the song that Bob played and answered my question about the classical piece from which Full Moon and Empty Arms came. Then spendius tip-toed in with a reference to Bobcat.
Are we there yet, folks?
