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Annette Funicello
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Annette Funicello (born October 22, 1942) was one of Walt Disney's most popular Mouseketeers.

Born in Utica, New York, USA to an Italian-American family, she took dancing and music lessons as a child and was discovered by Disney while performing in Swan Lake. Her family moved to southern California when she was an adolescent.

She was cast as one of the original "Mouseketeers", and went on to television roles in Zorro and Elfego Baca, and Disney-produced movies such as The Shaggy Dog, Babes in Toyland, The Misadventures of Merlin Jones, and The Monkey's Uncle.

Annette had a number of pop record hits in the late 1950's and early 1960's, including: "Tall Paul," "First Name Initial," "O Dio Mio," "Train of Love" (written by Paul Anka) and "Pineapple Princess."

After maturing, she became a teen idol and went on to star in a series of "Beach Party" movies with Frankie Avalon including Beach Party, Muscle Beach Party, Bikini Beach and Beach Blanket Bingo. Although Funicello said in interviews that the reason she never wore a bikini or was scantily clad in these films is because she made a promise to Walt Disney that she would never show her navel in a film, she does in fact wear navel-baring two-piece bathing suits in both Beach Party and Muscle Beach Party, and wears a (relatively modest) bikini in Bikini Beach. Funicello and Avalon re-united in 1987 for Back to the Beach, and toured the country as a singing act. After keeping it a secret for many years, Annette announced in 1992 that she had been suffering from multiple sclerosis as rumours were going about that she was an alcoholic due to her impaired carriage.

In 1993 she established the Annette Funicello Fund for Neurological Disorders at the California Community Foundation.

Her autobiography, published in 1994, is A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes: The Annette Funicello Story. A made-for-TV movie based on the book was made the following year.

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

Good morning, Bob of the bios. Amazing that as you informed us of the divine Miss Sarah, I was researching The Vagabond King. It seems that Francois Villon and she were both rogues. <smile>

Do you suppose that we can lure Walter and Francis back with this info about their native countrymen, listeners? I have always adored Schumann, and we do miss all of our European contingent.

I do believe, folks, that the one lovely piece by Schumann had lyrics to it. Something about "My Dream of Love."

Ah, well, folks. This is Letty's morning river of forgetfullness, I guess.

Question for today:

What river in mythology was called the river of forgetfulness. Don't cheat, now

Oops, Bob. I interrupted you again. Sorry, Hawkman, however, in searching out rivers I did find this poem of interest and we'll make this our art critique of the day. Then Boston, we will all review your further bios:


Charles Baudelaire - Beacons
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,
Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,
But where life throngs and seethes without cease
Like the air in the sky and the water in the sea.

Leonardo da Vinci, sinister mirror,
Where these charming angels with sweet smiles
Charged with mystery, appear in shadows
Of glaciers and pines that close off the country.

Rembrandt, sad hospital full of murmurs
Decorated only with a crucifix,
Where tearful prayers arise from filth
And a ray of winter light crosses brusquely.

Michelangelo, a wasteland where one sees Hercules
Mingling with Christ, and rising in a straight line
Powerful phantoms that in the twilight
Tear their shrouds with stretching fingers.

Rage of a boxer, impudence of a faun,
You who gather together the beauty of the boor,
Your big heart swelling with pride at man defective and yellow,
Puget, melancholy emperor of the poor.

Watteau, this carnival of illustrious hearts
Like butterflies, errant and flamboyant,
In the cool decor, with delicate lightning in the chandeliers
Crossing the madness of the twirling ball.

Goya, nightmare of unknown things,
Fetuses roasting on the spit,
Harridans in the mirror and naked children
Tempting demons by loosening their stockings.

Delacroix, haunted lake of blood and evil angels,
Shaded by evergreen forests of dark firs,
Where, under a grieving sky, strange fanfares
Pass, like a gasping breath of Weber.

These curses, these blasphemies, these moans,
These ecstasies, these tears, these cries of "Te Deum"
Are an echo reiterated in a thousand mazes;
It is for mortal hearts a divine opium!

It is a cry repeated by a thousand sentinels,
An order returned by a thousand megaphones,
A beacon lighting a thousand citadels
A summons to hunters lost in the wide woods.

For truly, O Lord, what better testimony
Can we give to our dignity
Than this burning sob that rolls from age to age
And comes to die on the shore of Your eternity?

Coincidence or synchronicity?

Long Tall Sally she
Built for speed she got
Everything that Uncle John need
Oh baby...

Well I saw Uncle John
With bald-headed Sally
He saw Aunt Mary comin'
An' he ducked back in the alley
Oh baby...

Oh, my Gawd, listeners, here is our Brit with Little Richard. That song is so funny to me folks.

Good day all.

Diane and Letty: I was going to say I was a chicken when it came to witchcraft and voodoo and monsters, but I like Diane's definition better. Wimpy suits me just fine. I don't mind at all. Although I would prefer "romantic". Oh, and I don't like blood and guts either.

I love "Only A Rose", Diane.
Letty: What made you think of Schumann? (I love Schumann's "Traumerei", but I don't think it ever had any lyrics. )

Today's birthdays:

1071 - William IX, Duke of Aquitaine and poet (d. 1126)
1197 - Emperor Juntoku of Japan (d. 1242)
1511 - Erasmus Reinhold, German astronomer and mathematician (d. 1553)
1592 - Gustaf Horn, Swedish soldier and politician (d. 1657)
1686 - George Balthasar Schott, composer
1688 - Nadir Shah of Persia (d. 1747)
1689 - King John V of Portugal (d. 1750)
1729 - Johann Reinhold Forster, German botanist (d. 1798)
1770 - Thomas Seebeck, Baltic German physicist (d. 1831)
1809 - Volney E. Howard, American politician (d. 1889)
1811 - Franz Liszt, Hungarian composer (d. 1886)
1844 - Sarah Bernhardt, French actress (d. 1923)
1844 - Louis Riel, Canadian politician (d. 1885)
1865 - Kristjan Raud, Estonian painter (d. 1943)
1870 - Alfred Douglas, English partner of Oscar Wilde (d. 1945)
1881 - Clinton Davisson, American physicist, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1958)
1887 - John Reed, American journalist (d. 1920)
1900 - James Hall, American actor
1903 - Curly Howard, American actor and comedian (d. 1952)
1904 - Constance Bennett, American actress (d. 1965)
1907 - Jimmie Foxx, baseball player (d. 1967)
1913 - Hans-Peter Tschudi, Swiss Federal Councillor (d. 2002)
1913 - Bao Dai, Emperor of Vietnam (d. 1997)
1917 - Joan Fontaine, British actress
1919 - Doris Lessing, British writer
1920 - Timothy Leary, American writer and professor (d. 1996)
1921 - Georges Brassens, French singer (d. 1981)
1925 - Dory Previn, American songwriter
1929 - Lev Yashin, Russian footballer (d. 1990)
1936 - Bobby Seale, American civil rights activist
1938 - Derek Jacobi, English actor
1938 - Christopher Lloyd, American actor
1942 - Annette Funicello, American actress
1943 - Jan de Bont, Dutch film director
1943 - Catherine Deneuve, French actress
1945 - Leslie West, American musician
1946 - Kelvin MacKenzie, British media tycoon
1948 - Lynette Fromme, American attempted assassin of Gerald Ford
1949 - Stiv Bators, American musician (The Dead Boys) (d. 1990)
1949 - Arsène Wenger, English football manager
1952 - Jeff Goldblum, American actor
1963 - Brian Boitano, American figure skater
1964 - Drazen Petrovic, Croatian basketball player (d. 1993)
1965 - John Wesley Harding, American musician
1965 - Otis Smith, National Football Leaguecornerback
1967 - Rita Guerra, Portuguese singer
1968 - Chika Sylva-Olejeme, Nigerian Peace crusader
1968 - Shaggy, Jamaican musician
1973 - Ichiro Suzuki, Japanese baseball player
1985- Zachary Hanson, American musician (Hanson)
1990- Jonathan Lipnicki, American actor

Happy birthday to the lady who advertised my favorite perfume. (All she wore to bed were a couple drops of......



and to Jane Eyre:

Ah, Raggedy, thanks once again for your celeb updates.

You're right, honey. I was thinking of Liszt's Liebestraum. Sheeeze.

Back later, folks. Stuff to do.

was it the river lethe perchance? i thought lethe was a lake. it's hard to remember.

Back, listeners, with a comment about Raggedy's pictures.

Honey, if Channel could make me look like Catherine, I would bathe in it. <smile> Don't forget, PA. There were a couple of ghosts in Wuthering Heights.

Of all the times, the element in my oven went. As Dagwood would say:

There's no place like home; absolutely NO place.

More celeb news:

Sean Paul, Shaggy, And Buju Banton To Pay Respect To Bob Marley

02/04/2003 1:00 PM, Yahoo! Music
Anna Maria Gibson

(2/4/03, 1 p.m. ET) -- Sean Paul is among reggae artists paying respect this month to the late Bob Marley, whose musical genius introduced the genre to the world. Marley was born on February 6, 1945, and observations of Marley's birth anniversary include the 22nd Annual Ragga Muffins/Bob Marley Day Festival. Shaggy, Buju Banton, Steel Pulse, and Marley's kids Stephen, Damian, and Julian also perform at the celebration, which kicks off February 15 in Long Beach, California.


Marley was well-known for his politically conscious lyrics, which gave a voice to the oppressed in Jamaica and elsewhere. Jamaican-born Paul also pens songs about the state of his homeland, and he recently explained why he doesn't vote. Paul said that he remains heartbroken by the deadly violence carried out by members of Jamaica's opposing political parties while he was growing up in Kingston, a city far from the tranquil areas most tourists choose to visit in the Caribbean nation.


"It bothers me every day," Paul said. "I voted one time in Jamaica and people died that day, and from that time I was, like, 'I am not voting again, ever, just to prove that point, and I will get famous and I will tell people that I don't because of that--because that means I am voting on someone to go and kill another person.'"

although that news is old, folks, it still says a lot, no?

hey, Mr. Turtle. I missed you again. Oops. Maybe your answer is correct, but I was thinking of the River Styx.

While Yit and I check, let's hear a song by Shaggy:



Carolina, wine your body gal
Make dem know say you have it fi mad dem

Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Oh Carolina gal prowl off
Gal yuh fi jump an prance (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Carolina come bubble 'pon me
Oh watch how she groove
Carolina come wine 'pon me
Oh watch how di gal groove

Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Oh Carolina gal prowl off
Gal yuh fi jump an prance (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Oh Carolina is a girl
She dey pon top a di world
An now she rock her body
Anna move just like a squirrel
I say young baby girl
I said I love how yuh move
Yuh just a rock to di riddim anna riddim anna move
An now yuh know di girl

Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Oh Carolina gal prowl off
Gal yuh fi jump an prance (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Oh Carolina gal prowl off
Gal yuh fi jump an prance (Prowl off, 1 -2 - 3 ! )

Carolina come bubble 'pon me
Oh watch how she groove
Carolina come wine 'pon me
Oh watch how di gal groove
Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Oh Carolina gal prowl off
Gal yuh fi jump an prance (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Well how me love how she shock
Watch how she rock
Model it a swing
Like mi grandfather clock
Gal, move yuh body
Make man dem drop
Bumper jus' a move
It jus' a cause roadblock

Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Yes, Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
Carolina, Carolina, Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)
All di Brooklyn gal dem
Dem know fi jump an rock
(I say) Di Flatbush Gal dem
Know how fi get up and rock.

Well, listeners. You can't beat a tortoise, just ask the hare:

You were right, Yit:

Acheron - the river of woe;
Cocytus - the river of lamentation;
Phlegethon - the river of fire;
Lethe - the river of forgetfulness;
Styx - the river of hate.

Can't argue with them Greeks, I guess.

good one, Ms. Letty. ;-)

we were both right. it's a river, but it's the Lethe.

here's a reggae oldie from Althia & Donna:

See me in me heels and ting
Dem check sey we hip and ting
True them no know and ting
We have them going and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

See me pon the road I hear you call out to me
True you see mi inna pants and ting
See mi in a 'alter back
Sey mi gi' you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking

See mi in mi Benz and ting
Drivin' through Constant Spring
Them check sey me come from cosmo spring
But a true dem no know and ting
Dem no know sey we top ranking
Uptown Top Ranking

Shoulda see me and the ranking dread
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Watch how we chuck it and ting
Inna we khaki suit and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Love inna you heart dis a bawl out fe me
When you see me inna pants and ting
See me inna 'alter back
Sey me gi' you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking

See mi pon the road and hear you call out to me
True you see me in me pants and ting
See me inna 'alter back
Sey me gi' you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

You shoulda see me and the ranking dread,
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Oh Letty, I didn't say anything about haunting and ghosts. I love ghosts. Good ghosts.


In the night, though we're apart
There's a ghost of you within my haunted heart.
Ghost of you, my lost romance,
Lips that laugh, eyes that dance.

Haunted heart won't let me be,
Dreams repeat a sweet but lonely song to me.
Dreams are dust; it's you who must belong to me
And thrill my haunted heart,
Be still, my haunted heart.

by composer Arthur Schwartz

Oops, didn't mean to interrupt your current news.

Wow! Yit. Love that Reggae, buddy. Thanks for that.

Hey, Raggedy. Of course some ghosts are good, and Haunted Heart is a shade reminder.

Folks, do you realized how many different definitions there are for the word "shade"? My reference was to a wraith.

A brief book review:

Wade Davis

Dec 14, 1963 -

Summary

Wade Davis was born in British Columbia. He holds degrees in anthropology and botany, and a doctorate in ethnobotany from Harvard. He was a student of Richard Evans Schultes and has spent a great deal of time traveling in the Amazon and around the world studying native peoples and plants.

Mr. Davis wrote The Serpent and the Rainbow, and it was a non fiction book. He was actually studying about zombification in Haiti. The runaway best seller was made into a movie, which was a poor adaptation.

It is a book worth reading, folks, because it somewhat legitimizes the concept of voodoo and its roots.

I like Sarah Barnhardt:



But I like also Olivia de Haviland:

Well, there's our Francis, listeners, and in the company of two lovely ladies. <smile> Thank you, Paris, and welcome back.

It surprised me to discover that Sarah lost a leg and still continued to do stage performances. Another thing that was a shocker, is that she played the role of Hamlet. Of course in Shakespeare's time, young men played women's roles, so I suppose that the converse is not too surprising for our daring Sarah, right listeners?

Hello, Letty! Hello, Francis!

I've changed my signature. Thought I'd share the song from whence they came. This is the logical place, I think, especially for illogical songs. I've always thought the deepest truths are illogical. Don't you?


IDEAS ARE LIKE STARS

Mary Chapin Carpenter, 1996

Today Joseph is sitting alone
With occasional nods to the waitress
She tops off his cup while she's snapping her gum
Making her rounds on the lunch shift
Counting out coins, he leaves them arranged
In neat lines and circles and arcs
She just stares at the tip that spells out her name
And ideas are like stars

And yesterday pedaling down 4th Avenue
Between the stalls and the bookshops
The sepia tones of a lost afternoon
Cradled a curio storefront
And inside the air was thick with the past
As the dust settled onto his heart
And here for a moment is every place in the world
And ideas are like stars

They fall from the sky, they run 'round your head
They litter your sleep as they beckon
They'd teach you to fly without wires or thread
They promise if only you'd let them
For the language of longing never had words
So how did you speak from your heart?
Yet here is a box that swears it has heard
That ideas are like stars

Tonight Joseph stood out in the yard
As Debussy played from the kitchen
Celestial companions 'til morning's first lark
Shone overhead and he listened
And who was that shadow there by the gate?
Who was that there standing guard?
It was only loneliness, and loneliness waits
And ideas are like stars
Ideas are like stars

Well, hello, Eva. Great to see you again, gal.

Lovely song, and one that reflects the ideas of stars as the moon reflects on the great Atlantic. Thanks, honey, for that bit of illogical but creative philosophy. I don't think that science has ever touched on the imagination of the human mind.

Hello, Eva, dear!