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McTag. You just made my head spin. Thank you, my British friend. In the spinning, I find that things became very clear. One final song before I leave for the eve. <smile>

Londonderry Air (Danny Boy)

Melody -




Would God I were the tender apple blossom
That floats and falls from off the twisted bough,
To lie and faint within your silken bosom,
Within your silken bosom as that does now!
Or would I were a little burnish'd apple
For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold,
While sun and shade your robe of lawn will dapple,
Your robe of lawn, and your hair's spun gold.
Yea, would to God I were among the roses
That lean to kiss you as you float between,
While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses,
A bud uncloses, to touch you, queen.
Nay, since you will not love, would I were growing,
A happy daisy, in the garden path;
That so your silver foot might press me going,
Might press me going even unto death.

The Irish and the Brits and the Scotts. and in between, somewhere, there lies a Yank and some grass of blue.

Personally, I would never keep a bottle of antibacterial stuff around, and certainly not for the flu, which is viral.

Bless you McTag...extraordinary sleuthing. Many thanks...and I'm convinced that it's not a ballad come over from the UK.

Hey, what is this, a morgue? Everybody let's dance. Get out there with me Raggedy.


Come on everybody clap your hands
Now you're looking good
I'm gonna sing my song and you won't take long
We gotta do the twist and it goes like this

Come on let's twist again like we did last summer
Yea, let's twist again like we did last year
Do you remember when things were really hummin'
Yea, let's twist again, twistin' time is here

Yeah round 'n around 'n up 'n down we go again
Oh baby make me know you love me so then
Come on let's twist again like we did last summer
Yea, let's twist again, twistin' time is here

Come on let's twist again like we did last summer
Yea, let's twist again like we did last year
Do you remember when things were really hummin'
Yea, let's twist again, twistin' time is here

Yeah round 'n around 'n up 'n down we go again
Oh baby make me know you love me so then
Come on let's twist again like we did last summer
Yea, let's twist again, twistin' time is here

I hear you loud and clear, Edgar. Let's go, Man.

One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock,
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock,
Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, rock,
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight.

Put your glad rags on and join me, hon,
We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one,
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.

When the clock strikes two, three and four,
If the band slows down we'll yell for more,
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.

When the chimes ring five, six and seven,
We'll be right in seventh heaven.
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.

When it's eight, nine, ten, eleven too,
I'll be goin' strong and so will you.
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.

When the clock strikes twelve, we'll cool off then,
Start a rockin' round the clock again.
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.

Good morning, rockers. Now that's what I call up and at 'em music.

Here's an item of interest from our science crew:
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=570&ncid=753&e=2&u=/nm/20050112/sc_nm/space_statue_dc

For those of you who appreciate this kind of thing. <shrugs>

Later, we'll be back to see if we can match those happy day checkers.

Well, my goodness. That story has expired. It had to do with Atlas holding up a very valuable discovery in the realm of ancient astronomers. We'll have the news team check it out.

Letty: Google wouldn't let me access your link.
All that "rockin'" has worn me out. I'm huffin' and puffin',so:

January 12 Birthdays are in order:

1588 John Winthrop, colonial governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony (Edwardston, England; died 1649)
1628 Charles Perrault, fairy tale writer (Paris, France; died 1703)
1737 John Hancock, patriot/statesman and 1st signer of the Declaration of Independence (Braintree, MA; died 1793)
1856 John Singer Sargent, portrait painter (Florence, Italy; died 1925)
1876 Jack London, author (San Francisco, CA; died 1916)
1910 Luise Rainer, actress (Vienna, Austria)
1920 James Farmer, civil rights leader (Marshall, TX; died 1999)
1926 Ray Price, country singer (Perryville, TX)
1944 Joe Frazier, champion boxer (Beaufort, SC)
1948 Anthony Andrews, actor (London, England)
1951 Kirstie Alley, actress (Wichita, KS)
1951 Rush Limbaugh, radio personality (Cape Girardeau, MO)
1954 Howard Stern, radio/TV personality (New York, NY)

Remembering John Singer Sargent. Pretty isn't it?

http://www.michaelolaf.net/SPM001sargentportrait2.jpg

Ah, Raggedy, he is pretty, and I had always thought that John S.S. was a boy.

Lots of famous folks birthday's are on this day, listeners. I suppose that we'll have to give a sop to Cerebus, Howard Stern.

Now let's see what we can do with the science news item:

Reuters) - A Roman statue of Atlas -- the mythical titan who carried the heavens on his shoulders -- holds clues to the long-lost work of the ancient astronomer Hipparchus, an astronomical historian said on Tuesday.

(begin classical music background as the article continues:


http://homepage1.nifty.com/webhall/chopin/etud10_3.htm

This particular site was sent to WA2K radio by Phoenix









The statue in question is known as the Farnese Atlas, a 7-foot tall marble work which resides in the Farnese Collection in the National Archeological Museum in Naples, Italy.


What makes it important to scientists is not the titan's muscular form but the globe he supports: carved constellations adorn its surface in exactly the locations Hipparchus would have seen in his day, suggesting that the sculptor based the globe on the ancient astronomer's star catalog, which no modern eyes have seen.


"There are really very few instances where lost ancient secrets or wisdom are ever actually found," said Bradley Schaefer of Louisiana State University. "Here is a real case where rather well-known lost ancient wisdom has been discovered."


Hipparchus, who flourished around 140-125 BC, is believed to have been one of the world's first path-breaking astronomers. Among other innovations, he put together the first comprehensive list of the hundreds of stars he observed, known as a star catalog.


This catalog no longer exists, and previously the only evidence for it came from references made to it by astronomers who followed Hipparchus, Schaefer said.


Another Hipparchus invention -- the idea of precession, which is the slow movement of the stars and constellations across the sky in relation to the celestial equator -- led Schaefer to believe that Atlas's globe referred to Hipparchus's star catalog.


An analysis of the positions of the constellation figures on Atlas's globe allowed Schaefer to date the work to 125 BC, plus or minus 55 years. This would have been within the range when Hipparchus would have been working.


Other theories about who wrote the star catalog include observers who were either too early -- including a poet writing around 275 BC and an Assyrian observer around 1130 BC -- or too late. This includes the astronomer Ptolemy, writing in 128 AD

Elusive Butterfly - Bob Lind

You might wake up some morning
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you're quick enough to rise
You'll catch the fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow
Out on the new horizon you may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow
Don't be concerned it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing something I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

You might have heard my footsteps
Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name as I ran searching after something to believe in You might have seen me runnin'
Through the long abandonned ruins of the dreams you left behind
If you remember something there
That glided past you followed close by heavy breathing
Don't be concerned it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing something I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
I chase the bright butterfly of love I chase the bright butterfly of love
Bu-bu-bu-butterfly of love bu-bu-bu-butterfly of love

A lovely time for butterflys, edgar. I just saw one flit by the sliver of a moon.

Listeners, this is our soft time of night. I was thinking about the words put to Chopin's music:

I'm always chasing rainbows,
Watching clouds drifting by.
My schemes are just like all my dreams,
Ending in the sky.
Some fellows look and find the sunshine.
I always look and find the rain.
Some fellows make a living sometimes.
I never even make a gain,
Believe me.
I'm always chasing rainbows,
Waiting to find that little blue bird
In vain.

I'll Paint You a Song


Written by Mac Davis)
(As recorded by Glen Campbell)
(From the movie 'Norwood')

I'll sing you a morning
With laughing bluebirds
I'll sing you a fairy tale
Full of ribbons and crepe paper words

I'll sing you a rainbow
You can keep for your own
I'll sing you a morning
I'll paint you a song

I'll sing you a meadow
With marshmallow skies
I'll sing you a puppy dog
With a pink tongue and big loving eyes
I'll sing you a sunset
That glows all night long
I'll sing a meadow
I'll paint you a song

Good Morning. Speaking of rainbows:

Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song,
and all about you will be beauty.
There is a way out of every dark mist,
over a rainbow trail.
--Navajo Song

(Not as easy as it sounds, though, is it? )


Today, January 13, we celebrate the Birthdays of:

1808 Salmon P. Chase, statesman, senator, and chief justice of the Supreme Court (Cornish, NH; died 1873)
1834 Horatio Alger Jr., author and clergyman (Revere, MA; died 1899)
1919 Robert Stack, actor (Los Angeles, CA)
1925 Gwen Verdon, actress/dancer (Los Angeles, CA; died 2000))
1930 Frances Sternhagen, actress (Washington, DC)
1931 Charles Nelson Reilly, actor (New York, NY)
1933 Frank Gallo, artist/sculptor (Toledo, OH)
1943 Richard Moll, actor (Pasadena, CA)
1960 Kevin Anderson, actor (Gurnee, IL)
1961 Julia Louis-Dreyfus, actress (New York, NY)
1964 Penelope Ann Miller, actress (Los Angeles, CA)
1966 Patrick Dempsey, actor (Lewiston, ME)

Happy Birthday Mr. Anderson.



In 1993 Kevin won the William Holden part in the London stage production of Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical version of "Sunset Boulevard." (But turned down the Broadway show when Andrew Lloyd Weber chose Glenn Close in lieu of Patti Lupone(the London star) to star in the Broadway production).

Isn't he your MAN, Letty?

What was the name of that TV show in which he played a priest? It's not listed on IMDb. And, I'm almost certain it was the same Kevin Anderson.

Raggedy, You stopped me dead in my tracks with those two beautiful items.

Listeners, isn't this woman a marvel?

First, the simple bit of Indian philosophy, and then the image of one of my favorite actors of all times. It is very difficult for me to understand why Kevin Anderson has not been recognized as truly one of the great performers.

A brief movie review:

The Village, which I watched last night, was the oddest thing. I watched it to its completion, but realized that it was an old theme reworked. Joaquin Phoenix seemed totally ill-at-ease.

Thank you Letty. I found the TV show Kevin appeared in. Nothing Sacred, was the name.
Oh, and he's still appearing on Broadway. Won 1999 Drama Desk and Outer Critics Circle Awards for Outstanding Featured Actor in a Play. Currently one of the stars of the new Broadway musical, "Brooklyn" along with rising stars Eden Espinosa and Ramona Keller.(December 2004) And look what I found:

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Boulevard/9750/audio.html

Yes, Letty, I agree. Raggedy is a wonder.
I've sent a memo to Accounting instructing them to double her salary.

Great link, Raggedy. I had no idea that Kevin Anderson could sing.

Listeners, in looking through Anderson's lastest performances, I was lead to several songs and this one caught my eye and my ear:



(Legend of the) Brown Mountain Light



Way out on the old Linville Mountain,
Where the bear and the catamount rein.
There a strange ghostly light, can be seen every night,
Which no scientist nor hunter can explain.
Chorus:
High, high on the mountain, and down in the canyon below
It shines like the crown of an angel, and fades as the mists come and go.
'Way, 'way over yonder, Night after night until dawn,
A faithful old slave, come back from the grave,
Is searching, searching, for his master who's long, long gone.


In the days of the old covered wagons,
when they camped on the flat for the night;
With the stars growing dim on the high gorge rim,
they would watch for the Brown Mountain light


Chorus


Long years ago a southern planter
Came hunting in this wild land alone
And here, so they say, the hunter lost his way,
And never returned to his home


Chorus


His trusty old slave brought a lantern
And searched, but in vain, day and night;
Now the old slave is gone, but his spirit wanders on,
And the old lantern still casts its light


Chorus

Thank you for that, Eva. She deserves a bonus, too.

Eva: How long do you think it will take Accounting to process your request? Now, believe me, I'm not pushing. It's just that I'm in the market for some new DVS and CDs. (The home repairs can wait till later.)

First things, first. Right listeners?

This is for McTag:

Oh, I came from old Manchester with my banjo on my knee,
I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see.

It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry.
The sun so hot I froze to death, McTaggers don't you cry.

WA2K radio offers many things for many people. Tarah had a wonderful thread in the philosophy category that concerned inspiration. In discussing Mozart, I found this great link concerning his choral music, but I can't hear it. Perhaps someone will tune us in:
http://www.aylesburychoral.org.uk/concerts/works/mozart_aveverum.htm