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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 07:46 am
Well, listeners, this is a news item to complete Raggedy's celebs:



New release shows silent film star's comic legacy By Bob Tourtellotte
Tue Nov 15, 8:31 AM ET



LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - Silent film buffs know him as a rival of Charlie Chaplin or Buster Keaton, but it is unlikely that modern movie fans know much more about Harold Lloyd than his face.



Lloyd is the guy with round glasses and straw hat hanging from a clock on a tower high above the ground, holding on perilously to its hand as it begins to turn down.

That picture from 1923's "Safety, Last!' has become an iconic image of a bygone Hollywood era, but for every laugh a comic like Will Ferrell or Adam Sandler gets in theaters today, they can thank Harold Lloyd of 80 years ago.

His granddaughter, Suzanne Lloyd, is reintroducing the silver screen legend and his movies like "The Freshman" and "Speedy" this month in a new set of DVDs, "The Harold Lloyd Comedy Collection," made from restored films in his personal library.

But her endeavor goes beyond merely selling repackaged movies on DVD. It is about saving a piece of American art and culture for future generations, as well as keeping her grandfather's legend alive.

Hope we can get a picture of Harold, folks, but at this point it's doubtful.
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 07:55 am
and now for all our Diana Krall lovers:

When I Look In Your Eyes Lyrics



When I look in your eyes, I see the wisdom of the world in your eyes

I see the sadness of a thousand goodbyes

When I look in your eyes

And it is no surprise, to see the softness of the moon in your eyes

The gentle sparkle of the stars in your eyes

When I look in your eyes

In your eyes, I see the deepness of the sea

I see the deepness of the love

The love I feel you feel for me

Autumn comes, summer dies

I see the passing of the years in your eyes

And when we part there will be no tears no goodbyes

I'll just look into your eyes

Those eyes, so wise

So warm, so real

How I love the world, your eyes reveal.

Raggedy, that one makes me cry, and I don't know why, either.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 09:14 am
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 09:19 am
W. C. Handy
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


William Christopher Handy (November 16, 1873 - March 28, 1958) was an African American blues composer, often known as "The Father of the Blues".

W. C. Handy remains among the most influential of American songwriters. Though he was one of many musicians who played the style of music that is distinctively American, he is credited with its invention not only because he was formally educated and able to notate his music for publication and hence, posterity, but because of syncopated rhythms, a style unique to his music.

While Handy was not the first to publish music in the blues form, he took the blues from an obscure regional music style to one of the dominant forces in American music.

Handy was an educated musician who used folk material in his compositions. He was scrupulous in documenting the sources of his works, which frequently combined stylistic influences from several performers. He loved this simple early music and brought his own transforming touch to it.

Early life

He was born in Florence, Alabama to freed slaves, Charles Bernard Handy and Elizabeth Bewer Handy. His father was pastor of a small charge in Guntersville, Alabama, another small town in northeast central Alabama. Handy wrote in his 1941 autobiography "Father of the Blues," that he was born in the log cabin built by his grandfather William Wise Handy, who became a African Methodist Episcopal minister after Emancipation.

Handy was a deeply religious man, whose influences in his musical style were found in the church music he sang and played as a youth, and in the sounds of nature in his hometown, Florence, Alabama.

He cited the sounds of nature, such as "whippoorwills, bats and hoot owls and their out outlandish noises" the sounds of Cypress Creek washing on the fringes of the woodland, and "the music of every songbird and all the symphonies of their unpremeditated art" as inspiration.

Growing up he apprenticed in carpentry, shoemaking and plastering, and bought his first guitar without his parents' permission. His father, dismayed at his actions, asked him, "What possessed you to bring a sinful thing like that into our Christian home?" He then ordered him to "Take it back where it came from," and enrolled him in organ lessons. His days as an organ student were short lived, and he moved on to learn the trumpet.


Musical and social development

His musical endeavors were varied, and he sang first tenor in a minstrel show, moved from Alabama and worked as a band director, choral director and trumpeter. At age 23, he was band master of Mahara's Colored Minstrels.

As a young man, he was playing cornet in the Chicago World's Fair in 1893, and in 1902 he travelled throughout Mississippi listening to various musical styles played by ordinary Negroes. The instruments most often used in many of those songs were the guitar, banjo and to a much lesser extent, the piano. His remarkable memory served him well, and he was able to recall and transcribe the music he heard in his travels.

Shortly after his July 19, 1896 marriage to Elizabeth Price, he was invited to join a minstrel group called "Mahara's Minstrels." In their three year tour, they travelled to Chicago, Illinois, throughout Texas and Oklahoma, through Tennessee, Georgia and Florida on to Cuba and was paid a salary of $6 per week. Upon their return from their Cuban engagements, they travelled north through Alabama, and stopped to perform in Huntsville, Alabama. Growing weary from life on the road, it was there he and his wife decided to stay with relatives in his nearby hometown of Florence.

On June 29, 1900 in Florence, Elizabeth gave birth to the first of their six children. Around that time, William Hooper Councill, President of Alabama Agricultural and Mechanical College for Negroes in Normal, Alabama (a small community just outside Huntsville) approached Handy about teaching music. At the time, AAMC was the only college for Negroes in Alabama. Handy accepted Councill's offer and became a faculty member that September. He taught music there from 1900 to 1902 which is today named Alabama Agricultural and Mechanical University.

An important factor in his musical development and in music history, was his enthusiasm for the distinctive style of uniquely American music which was often considered inferior to European classical music. Handy felt he was underpaid and felt he could make more money touring with a minstrel group and after a dispute with AAMC President Councill, he resigned his teaching position to rejoin the Mahara Minstrels to tour the Midwest and Pacific Northwest. In 1903 he was offered the opportunity to direct a Black band named the Knights of Pythias, located in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Handy accepted and remained there six years.


Transition: popularity, fame and business

In 1909 he and his band moved to Memphis, Tennessee and established their presence on Beale Street. At that time, American society and culture was distinctively segregated and Handy's observations of Whites responses to native Black music in conjunction with his own observations of his habits, attitudes and music of his ethnicity served as the foundation for what was later to become the style of music popularized as "the Blues".

The genesis of his "Memphis Blues" was as a campaign tune originally entitled as "Mr. Crump" which he had written for Edward Crump, a Memphis, Tennessee mayoral candidate in 1909. He later rewrote the tune and changed the name to "Memphis Blues."

The 1912 publication of his Memphis Blues sheet music introduced his style of 12-bar blues to many households, and was credited as the inspiration for the invention of the dance step the "Fox Trot" by Vernon and Irene Castle, a New York based dance team. Some consider it as the first Blues song ever. He sold the rights to the song for $100, and by 1914 at age 40 his musical style was asserted, his popularity increased significantly and he composed prolifically.

Because of the difficulty of getting his works published, he published many of his own works and in 1917 he and his business moved to New York City. By the end of that year, his most successful songs Memphis Blues, Beale Street Blues and St. Louis Blues had been published. The Original Dixieland Jazz Band, a White New Orleans jazz ensemble, had recorded the very first jazz record that year, introducing a wide segment of the American public to jazz music. Handy initially had little fondness for this new "jazz" music, but jazz bands dove into the repertoire of W. C. Handy compositions with enthusiasm, making many of them jazz standards.

Handy's foray into publishing was noteworthy for several reasons. Not only were his works groundbreaking because of his ethnicity, but he was among the first Blacks who were successful because of it. The rejection of his manuscripts for publication led him to self publish his works. In 1912, Handy met Harry H. Pace at the Solvent Savings Bank in Memphis. Pace was valedictorian of his graduating class at Atlanta University and student of W.E.B. DuBois. By the time of their meeting, Pace had already demonstrated a strong understanding of business and earned his business reputation by rebuilding failing businesses. Handy liked him, and he later became manager of Pace and Handy Sheet Music.

In 1920, frustrated at white publishing companies that would buy their music and lyrics and record them using white artists, Pace amicably dissolved his long standing partnership with Handy, with whom he also collaborated as lyricist, and resolved to start his own record firm which he later named Black Swan Records.

For years, scholars thought Handy was a founder of Black Swan Records. However, Handy wrote, "To add to my woes, my partner withdrew from the business. He disagreed with some of my business methods, but no harsh words were involved. He simply chose this time to sever connection with our firm in order that he might organized Pace Phonograph Company, issuing Black Swan Records and making a serious bid for the Negro market. ... With Pace went a large number of our employees. ... Still more confusion and anguish grew out of the fact that people did not generally know that I had no stake in the Black Swan Record Company."

Although Handy's partnership with Pace was dissolved, he continued to operate the publishing company as a family-owned business, and published other Black composers works as well as his own, which included more than 150 sacred compositions and folk song arrangements and about sixty blues compositions.

In the 1920s, he founded the Handy Record Company in New York City.

Bessie Smith's January 14, 1925 Columbia Records recording of St. Louis Blues with Louis Armstrong is considered by many to be one of the finest recordings of the 1920s.

In 1926 he authored and edited a work entitled Blues: An Anthology: Complete Words and Music of 53 Great Songs, and is probably the first work of its type which attempted to record, analyze and describe the Blues as an integral part of the U. S. South and the History of the United States.

So successful was Handy's St. Louis Blues that in 1929, he and director Kenneth W. Adams collaborated on a RCA motion picture project by the same name which was to be shown before the main attraction. Handy suggested Blues singer Bessie Smith be placed in the starring role since she had gained widespread popularity with that tune. The picture was shot in June and was shown in movie houses throughout the United States from 1929 to 1932.

The genre of the Blues was a hallmark of American society and culture in the 1920s and 1930s. So much so was it's influence and Handy's hallmark, that author F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote in his epic fiction work "The Great Gatsby" that, "All night the saxophones wailed the hopeless comment of the "Beale Street Blues" while a hundred pairs of golden and sliver slippers shuffled the shining dust. At the gray tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor."

Later life

Following publication of his autobiography, Handy published a subsequent book on African American musicians entitled "Unsung Americans Sing," which was published in 1944. He wrote a total of five books 1. Blues: An Anthology: Complete Words and Music of 53 Great Songs; 2. Book of Negro Spirituals; 3. Father of the Blues: An Autobiography; 4. Unsung Americans Sung; 5. Negro Authors and Composers of the United States.

In this time period, he lived on Strivers' Row in Harlem. An accidental fall from a subway platform in 1943 resulted in his blindness. Following the death of his first wife, he remarried in 1954 at age 80 to his secretary Irma Louise Logan, who he frequently said had become his eyes.

In 1955 he suffered a stroke and became confined to a wheelchair. Over 800 people attended his 84th birthday party at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel.

On March 28, 1958, W. C. Handy succumbed to acute bronchial pneumonia and died. Over 25,000 people attended his funeral in Harlem's Abyssinian Baptist Church. Over 150,000 people gathered in the streets near the church to pay their respects to one of the worlds greatest musicians and songwriters.

He is buried in the Woodlawn Cemetery in Bronx, New York.

Handy had a house in Memphis, Tennessee.


Compositions

Handy's songs don't always follow the classic 12-bar pattern, often having 8- or 16-bar bridges between 12-bar verses and lovely melodies.

* "The Memphis Blues", written 1909, published 1912. Although usually subtitled "(Boss Crump)", it is a distinct song from Handy's campaign satire, "Boss Crump don't 'low no easy riders around here" which was based on the good-time song "Mamma Don't Allow It".
* "Saint Louis Blues" (1912), "the jazzman's Hamlet."
* "Yellow Dog Blues" (1912), "Your easy rider's gone where the Southern cross the Yellow Dog". The reference is to the Southern Railway and the local Yazoo Delta Railroad, called the Yellow Dog.
* "Loveless Love", based in part on the classic, "Careless Love". Possibly the first song to complain of modern synthetics, "with milkless milk and silkless silk, we're growing used to soulless soul".
* "Aunt Hagar's Blues", the Biblical Hagar, handmaiden to Abraham and Sarah was considered the "mother" of the African Americans.
* "Beale Street Blues" (1916), written as a farewell to the old Beale Street of Memphis (actually called Beale Avenue until the song changed the name), but Beale Street did not go away and is considered the "home of the blues" to this day. B.B. King was known as the "Beale Street Blues Boy" and Elvis Presley watched and learned from Ike Turner there.
* "Long Gone John (From Bowling Green)", rap-style tribute to a famous bank robber.
* "Chantez-Les-Bas (Sing 'Em Low)", tribute to the Creole culture of New Orleans.
* "Atlanta Blues", includes song known as "Make Me a Pallet on your Floor" as chorus.


Performances, honors, recognition, miscellany

* On April 27, 1928 he performed a program of jazz, blues, plantation songs, work songs, piano solos, spirituals and a Negro rhapsody in Carnegie Hall.
* In 1938 he performed at the National Folk Festival in Washington, DC, his first national performance on a desegregated stage.
* He performed at the Chicago World's Fair in 1933 and 1934 and the New York World's Fair in 1939 and 1940.
* In 1940, NBC broadcast an All-Handy program.
* In 1958, a movie about his life - appropriately entitled St. Louis Blues - was released.
* On May 17, 1969, the United States Postal Service issued a commemorative stamp in his honor.
* He was inducted into the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame in 1983.
* He received a Grammy Trustees Award for his lifetime achievements in 1993.
* He was also a 1993 Inductee into the Alabama Music Hall of Fame with the Lifework Award for Performing Achievement.

* Citing "...2003 as the centennial anniversary of when W.C. Handy composed the first Blues music..." the United States Senate in 2002 passed a resolution declaring that beginning February 1, 2003 as the "Year of the Blues".

* Each November 16, Mr. Handy's birthday is celebrated with free music, birthday cake and free admission to the W.C. Handy Museum in Florence, Alabama. The hand-hewn log cabin made by his grandfather is his birthplace and museum.


Awards, festivals and memorials

* The W. C. Handy Award was the most prestigious award for blues artists. It was renamed "The Blues Music Awards." for 2006.

* The W. C. Handy Music Festival is held annually in the Shoals area of Florence, Alabama. Previous week long festivals have featured jazz and blues legends including Jimmy Smith, Ramsey Lewis, Dizzy Gillespie, Bobby Blue Bland, Diane Schuur, Billy Taylor, Dianne Reeves and Charlie Byrd.

* W. C. Handy Park is a city park located on Beale Street in Memphis, Tennessee. The park contains a life-sized bronze statue of Handy.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._C._Handy
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 09:21 am
Burgess Meredith
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Oliver Burgess Meredith (November 16, 1907 - September 9, 1997) was an American actor.

Meredith was born in Cleveland, Ohio. In 1933 he became a member of Eva Le Gallienne's theatre company in New York. He attracted favorable attention for playing George in a 1939 adaptation of John Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men. He was featured in many 1940s films, including some starring actress Paulette Goddard, to whom he was married. Among later roles, he became known for playing The Penguin on the television series Batman. The Penguin's trademark quacking laugh was actually Meredith's attempt to cover up coughing fits, as his part required him to smoke, something he had not done in years. He admitted in an interview it sounded more like a duck than a penguin.

Burgess Meredith was adept playing both dramatic and comedic roles, and appeared in four different starring roles in the acclaimed 1950s anthology TV series The Twilight Zone; only Jack Klugman had as many. In the famous "Time Enough at Last", a 1959 episode of The Twilight Zone, Meredith plays a henpecked bank teller who only wants to be left alone with his books. When he takes a lunch break to read in the bank vault, he is saved from a nuclear war that destroys the world. In a 1961 episode, "Mr. Dingle, the Strong", Meredith plays a comedic role as the subject of a space alien's experiment on human nature. Mr. Dingle, a small, weak man, suddenly acquires superhuman strength. He uses it only to win bets and show off, and hilarity ensues. In addition, Meredith also played the devil in "Printer's Devil" and a doomed librarian in "The Obsolete Man."

Meredith played Rocky Balboa's trainer, Mickey, in the first three Rocky films, to great acclaim. Meredith also made a significant contribution to the world of Christmas films through his single-scene role as the Ancient One, oldest and wisest of the Elves of the Vendequm, in Santa Claus: The Movie (1985). In his twilight years, he played Jack Lemmon's character's father in Grumpy Old Men (1993) and its sequel, Grumpier Old Men (1995).

A somewhat more mixed (comedic/dramatic) role was his portrayal of the philosophical (yet hapless) tramp, Vladimir, in a notable production of Beckett's Waiting for Godot.

Meredith served in the United States Army Air Force in World War II, reaching the rank of Captain. Because of the House Committee on Un-American Activities investigation into Communist influence in Hollywood, Meredith was blacklisted by the Hollywood movie studio bosses in the 1950s.

Meredith died of Alzheimer's disease and melanoma in 1997 at the age of 89. Coincidentally, his character died in his final movie, Grumpier Old Men.

For his contribution to the motion picture industry, Burgess Meredith has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6904 Hollywood Blvd.

His autobiography So Far, So Good was published in 1994.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burgess_Meredith
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 09:24 am
Good morning, Bob. Thanks for that update on Hawaiian royalty. No wonder they called his majesty The Merrie Monarch. Who would dare try and say that list of names in a friendly sort of way, right?

Back later with a comment on Handy. I think if Booman were here, he'd know which song I would play.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 09:36 am
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oldandknew
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 09:52 am
Morning has broken, done it's thing & moved on to pastures new. The afternoon is rushing headlong into the sunset & what have I achieved ?
Very little in fact. Nothing that couldn't wait till tomorrow. This evening we have the latest TV adventures in "ROME" followed by "LOST". We await them in anticipation, I THINK NOT.
Who said radio was dead.
Now for all those who went to deaf school ------


Queen
The Works (1984)
Radio Ga Ga

I'd sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And everything I had to know
I heard it on my radio
Radio.

You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly.

So don't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don't know or just don't care
And just complain when you're not there
You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio.

All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what's new?
Radio, someone still loves you!

We watch the shows - we watch the stars
On videos for hours and hours
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years.

Let's hope you never leave old friend
Like all good things on you we depend
So stick around cos we might miss you
When we grow tired of all this visual
You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio - Radio.

All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what's new?
Radio, someone still loves you!
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 10:02 am
Hey, England John. <smile> Marvelous observation, and Queen knew how to say it as well. Thanks for the reminder, Brit.

Bob, I had no idea that Diana Krall was born in British Colombia. Does our Reyn know that?

Wouldn't it be an innovation to illustrate his montages with music? not to mention his avatar collage.
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 06:22 pm
My, my, folks. It's rather quiet in our studio tonight, but I think I know why.

I was thinking of another Diana Krall song that she sang, and Sinatra as well, so let's break the silence with her voice:

DIANA KRALL LYRICS

"I Get Along Without You Very Well"

I get along without you very well
Of course I do
Except when soft rains fall
And drip from leaves, then I recall
The thrill of being sheltered in your arms
Of course, I do
But I get along without you very well

I've forgotten you just like I should
Of course I have
Except to hear your name
Or someone's laugh that is the same
But I've forgotten you just like I should

What a guy, what a fool am I
To think my breaking heart could kid the moon
What's in store? Should I phone once more?
No, it's best that I stick to my tune

I get along without you very well
Of course I do
Except perhaps in spring
But I should never think of spring
For that would surely break my heart in two
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 06:27 pm
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Infinity gives me chills
So could the waters of Iceland
But there's a difference in finding diamonds in rust
And rhinestones in a dishpan
Miracles bowl me over
And often will they do so
Now I think I was asleep till I heard
The voice of the great Caruso

Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
Or Caruso in his prime

A friend of mine gave me a tape
She'd copied from a record disc
It was made at the turn of the century
And found in a jacket labeled "misc."
And midst cellos, harps, and flugelhorns
With the precision of a hummingbird's heart
Was the lord of the monarch butterflies
One-time ruler of the world of art

Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
or Caruso in his prime

Yes, the king of them all was Enrico
Whose singular chest could rival
A hundred fervent Baptists
Giving forth in a tent revival
True he was a vocal miracle
But that's only secondary
It's the sould of the monarch butterfly
That I find a little bit scary

Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
Or Caruso in his prime

Perhaps he's just a vehicle
To bear us to the hills of Truth
That's Truth spelled with a great big T
And peddled in the mystic's booth
There are oh so many miracles
That the western sky exposes
Why go looking for lilacs
When you're lying in a bed of roses?

Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
Or Caruso in his prime
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 06:57 pm
You know, edgar. It's quite interesting that you would play Joan Baez tonight. As I was watching some movie that one of my friends left for me, I fell asleep but was awakened by an oriental group singing "Both Sides Now" Frankly, I don't remember the movie, a VCR, but that song awakened me, and it was extremely beautiful.

The movie was called "City of Ghosts". I need to research that, I think.

Incidentally, Texas. I most certainly agree with Joan, as I felt and feel the same way about Caruso. What beautiful and haunting lyrics.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 07:08 pm
Ralph Edwards began his career on radio. Then his shows were adapted for TV. He died today at 92. He is one of the two or three earliest TV stars I noticed when we began watching in 1954.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 07:11 pm
Half A Person
The Smiths

Call me morbid, call me pale
I've spent six years on your trail
Six long years
On your trail

Call me morbid, call me pale
I've spent six years on your trail
Six full years of my life on your trail


And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I'll tell you the story of my life :
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
I went to London and I
I booked myself in at the Y ... W.C.A.
I said : "I like it here - can I stay ?
I like it here - can I stay ?
Do you have a vacancy
For a Back-scrubber?"


She was left behind, and sour
And she wrote to me, equally dour
She said : "In the days when you were
Hopelessly poor
I just liked you more..."


And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I'll tell you the story of my life :
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
I went to London and I
I booked myself in at the Y ... W.C.A.
I said : "I like it here - can I stay ?
I like it here - can I stay ?
And do you have a vacancy
For a Back-scrubber ?"


Call me morbid, call me pale
I've spent too long on your trail
Far too long
Chasing your tail
Oh ...


And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I'll tell you the story of my life :
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
That's the story of my life
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
The story of my life
That's the story of my life
That's the story of my life
That's the story of my life
The story of my life
That's the story of my life
That's the story of my life
That's the story of my life
That's the story of my life
That's the story of my life
That's the story ...
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 07:17 pm
I saw that news update, edgar. He began in radio? I certainly did not know that.

A retraction, folks. It was Joni Mitchell who was featured in the sound track of The City of Ghosts, and the music was done by a Khmer group from Los Angeles. At the same time I noticed a news item talking about Nixon's deception in Cambodia.

Eerie, no?
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djjd62
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 07:20 pm
this year marks the thirtieth anniversary of bruce springsteens landmark album "born to run"

here are three songs from that album

Thunder Road
Bruce Springsteen

The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting DOWN ON the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets

They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here a winner


Born To Run
Bruce Springsteen

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected
and steppin' out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
and strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
babe I want to know if love is real

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
but there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don't know when
we're gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go
and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born to run


Jungleland
Bruce Springsteen

The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane

Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand down in Jungleland

The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night
The street's alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands
That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland

In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone

Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown
The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here
Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 07:26 pm
Well, there's our dj, listeners. Interesting lyrics by the Smiths, Canada.

"....sixteen, clumsy and shy..." How many teen age boys feel that way.

Nina Simone:



Jimmy MacHugh, Loesser

All day long before my eyes come little visions of you,
They shouldn't, they mustn't, but they do.
Can't get out of this mood,
Can't get over this feeling,
Can't get out of this mood,

Last night your lips were appealing,
The thrill should have been all gone by today, in the usual way,
But it's only your arms that I'm out of.
Can't get out of this dream
What a fool to dream of you,
Twasn't part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you,
But now I'm saying it, I'm playing it dumb,
Can't get out of this mood,
Heartbreak here I come.

I can't get over this feeling,
Last night your lips were appealing,
The thrill should have been all gone by today, in the usual way,
But it's only your arms that I'm out of.
What a fool to dream of you,
To sigh and tell you that I love you,
But now I'm playing it, now I'm playing it dumb,
I can't get out of this mood,
Heartbreak, heartbreak here I come.
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 07:34 pm
Sorry, dj. I was lost in meditation again. Well, the boss holds the floor, I see.

Incidentally, for those of you who may not know, our Husker is in the hospital again. Poor guy; what a time he has had.

Think of him, listeners, I know that it helps
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 07:52 pm
Well, I must say goodnight, listeners and contributors.


Music & Lyrics:
©2004 MieFroes
Dedicated to one of my dearest Friends!



I

Good Night, my Friend!
Soon it's time for bed.
Good Night, Vivian!
Now it's time for bed.



Good Night!
Thank you
for today,
for one more day of love and laughter
we've shared!



II

Good Night, my Friend!
Soon it's time for bed.
Good Night, dear Friend!
Now it's time for bed.



Good Night!
Thank you
for your care!
If one day you need a Friend,
you know I'll be there!



III

Good Night, my Friend!
Soon it's time for bed.
Good Night, dear Friend!
Now it's time for bed.



Good Night!
Soon you will dream about
this one more day of joy and laughter
we've shared!
this one more day of joy and laughter
we've shared!
this one more day of joy and laughter
we've shared!

If one day you need a Friend,
you know I'll be there!



IV - (Late addition)

Good Sleep, my Friend,
Happy dreams for you!
Good Sleep,
Sleep will do you good!



Good Sleep,
My Friend, pain no more!
For tomorrow, only Joy & Light
Come your way!
For tomorrow you'll enjoy a Bright,
Sunny Day!
Yes, tomorrow you'll enjoy a Bright,
Sunny Day!
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hamburger
 
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Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2005 08:13 pm
i don't know if any of you enjoy the lyrics of the british duo of flanders and swann. i was recently looking through the cd collection at our library and came across a three cd-set of their songs. and i started to remember that in the late 50's/early 60's - before we had a TV - we listenened to the CBC all the time. the CBC carried quite a few of the BBC programs - peter sellers and flanders and swann among them. so i've been on a nostalgia trip recently - i also found a peter sellers cd. while flanders and swann were somewhat lowbrow in their songs, i am enjoying them again.

to give you a sample of their style, here is a flanders and swann song.

The Gas Man Cometh - Flanders and Swann

'Twas on a Monday morning the gas man came to call.
The gas tap wouldn't turn - I wasn't getting gas at all.
He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the main
And I had to call a carpenter to put them back again.

Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.

'Twas on a Tuesday morning the carpenter came round.
He hammered and he chiselled and he said:
"Look what I've found: your joists are full of dry rot
But I'll put them all to rights".
Then he nailed right through a cable and out went all the lights!

Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.

'Twas on a Wednesday morning the electrician came.
He called me Mr. Sanderson, which isn't quite the name.
He couldn't reach the fuse box without standing on the bin
And his foot went through a window so I called the glazier in.

Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.

'Twas on a Thursday morning the glazier came round
With his blow torch and his putty and his merry glazier's song.
He put another pane in - it took no time at all
But I had to get a painter in to come and paint the wall.

Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.

'Twas on a Friday morning the painter made a start.
With undercoats and overcoats he painted every part:
Every nook and every cranny - but I found when he was gone
He'd painted over the gas tap and I couldn't turn it on!

Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.

On Saturday and Sunday they do no work at all;
So 'twas on a Monday morning that the gasman came to call...

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