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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 21 Nov, 2005 01:42 pm
I don't believe it, listeners. There really is a Bobbie Brat award. Don't think it was this song, but it sounds safe enough:

ROBBIE WILLIAMS LYRICS

"No Regrets"

Tell me a story
Where we all change
And we'd live our lives together
And not enstranged

I didn't lose my mind it was
Mine to give away
Couldn't stay to watch me cry
You didn't have the time
So I softly slip away...

No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
Sing me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine

I know from the outside
We looked good for eachother
Felt things were going wrong
When you didn't like my mother

I don't want to hate but that's
All you've left me with
A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of
How we all could live

No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
(We've been told you stay up late)
I know they're still talking
(You're far too short to carry weight)
The demons in your head
(Return the videos they're late)
If I could just stop hating you
(Goodbye)
I'd feel sorry for us instead

Remember the photographs (insane)
The ones where we all laugh (so lame)
We were having the time of our lives
Well thank you it was a real blast

No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
Write me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine

Everything I wanted to be every
Time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and
Everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you
For a while
Then it passes by me and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is
Officially dead
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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Mon 21 Nov, 2005 02:00 pm
Pun intended :wink:



Le Feu Qui M'Attise by Ophelie Winter

I think I...
I think I'm in love with you

Tu es le feu qui m'attise
Le plus torride et troublant des vertiges
Tu es le feu qui m'attise
Le plus torride et troublant des vertiges

Je vis, chaque seconde qui s'offre à moi
Comme au paradis, et c'est grâce à toi, yeah
Tu m'as souri et tout à coup
Mon coeur s'est dissout
J'en tremble encore de partout

Tout ce que je touche
Tout ce que je vois
Me donne envie de vivre tout près de toi
Au palais des rêves, tu seras mon roi

Tu es le feu qui m'attise
Le plus torride et troublant des vertiges
Tu es le feu qui m'attise
Le plus torride et troublant des vertiges

Je bois tes paroles, comme du sirop
Quand j'entends je t'aime, même à demi-mot, oh, oh
M'enivrer au creux de tes bras
Dans un long soupir, et des larmes de joie, hey, yeah

Tout ce que je touche, tout ce que je vois
Me donne envie de vivre tout près de toi
Au palais des rêves, tu seras mon roi...

Tu es le feu qui m'attise
Le plus torride et troublant des vertiges
Tu es le feu qui m'attise
Le plus torride et troublant des vertiges

Si Dieu nous avait choisis
Les anges nous ont réuni
Bénis nos amours pour la vie
Oh, yeah, hey

Tu es le feu qui m'attise
Le plus torride et troublant des vertiges
Tu es le feu qui m'attise
Le plus torride et troublant des vertiges....
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Mon 21 Nov, 2005 02:01 pm
Jack Kerouac who wrote the 'beat" novel "on the road" and coined the phrase "beat generation" was often cited as a reference to "beat" jazz explained once that he acutally was refering to the "beat'itudes" of the sermon on the mount. interesting no?
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djjd62
 
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Reply Mon 21 Nov, 2005 02:09 pm
next up "D" bands


Universal Soldier
Donovan

He is five foot two,
anbd he's six feet four,
he fights with missiles and with spears,
he is all of thirty-one,
and he's only seventeen,
he's been a soldier for a thousand years.

He's a Catholic, a Hindu,
an atheist, A Jain,
A Buddhist, a Baptist and a Jew,
and he knows, he shouldn't kill,
and he knows, he always will,
kill for me, my friend, and me for you.

And he's fighting for Canada,
he's fighting for France,
he's fighting for the USA
and he's fighting for the Russains,
he's fihgting for Japan,
and he thinks we put an end to war this way.

And he's fighting for democracy,
he's fighting for the Reds,
he says it's for the peace of all,
he's the one who must decide,
who's to live and who's to die,
and he never sees the writing on the wall.

And without him, how would Hitler
have condemned him at Labau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
he's the one, who gives his body
as a weapon of the war,
and without him all the killing can't go on.

He's the universal soldier,
and he really is to blame,
his orders come from far away, no more,
they came from here and there,
and they come for you and me,
this is not the way we put an end to war.


Somebody
Depeche Mode

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She'll hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
Aaaahhhhh....

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it
And in a place like this
I'll get away with it
Aaaahhhhh....


Cover of the Rolling Stone
Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show

Ha, ha, ha, I don't believe it
Da, da, ah, ooh, don't touch me
Hey, Ray!
Hey, Sugar!
Tell them who we are .....

Well, we're big rock singers
We've got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go (that sounds like us)
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
For ten-thousand dollars a show (right)
We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll get ya when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Rolling Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone)Wanna buy five copies for my mother (yeah)
(Stone)Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone (that's a very, very, good idea)

I got a freaky ole lady name a cocaine Katy
Who embroideries on my jeans
I got my poor old grey haired daddy
Drivin' my limosine
Now, it's all designed to blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll get ya when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Rolling Stone) Wanna see our pictures on the cover
(Stone) Wanna buy five copies for our mothers (yeah)
(Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Hey, I know how, rock and roll!!)

[Freaky Guitar Break]

(Ah, that's beautiful)

We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian Guru
Who's teaching us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep getting richer but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Rolling Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone) Wanna buy five copies for my mother (I want one!)
(Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Man, I don't know why we ain't on the cover, Baby)
(We're beautiful people)
(I ain't kiddin', why, we would make a beautiful cover
(Fresh shot, right up front, man)
(I can see it now, we'll be up on the front)
(Smilin', man ...... ahh, beautiful!)
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oldandknew
 
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Reply Mon 21 Nov, 2005 02:36 pm
man it's a dogs life


A BBC Two show featuring a dog trainer using her techniques to teach women how to modify their husbands' behaviour was not sexist, regulators have ruled.

Ofcom said Bring Your Husband To Heel was a "humorous take" on relationship self-improvement programmes.

More than 200 viewers complained to the BBC about the show and 35 people contacted Ofcom to say the programme was "demeaning and offensive".

The BBC has apologised for "any upset" the programme might have caused.

It has accepted that some viewers found Bring Your Husband To Heel was "inappropriate".

But the BBC said it would have been apparent to most viewers that stereotypes were being gently set up rather than endorsed.

'British culture'

The premise of the show, produced by Talkback Thames, saw Annie Clayton tackle stereotypical "husband problems" such as computer addiction and failing to do chores.

It was clear from the context that the programme was not seriously proposing a demeaning view of men

Ofcom

Some of the complaints to Ofcom suggested a programme showing women or minority groups treated in the same way would never have been broadcast.

But Ofcom said the "battle of the sexes has always been part of British culture through literature and other media".

Ofcom said: "This programme, set in the factual entertainment genre, was part of that tradition.

"It was clear from the context that the programme was not seriously proposing a demeaning view of men."


full story at
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/tv_and_radio/4457416.stm
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 21 Nov, 2005 02:52 pm
Well, there's our Walter with a pun intended in French, and I'll bet we can safely dub him a brat, 'cause he won't translate it for us. Thanks, Germany, I think. <smile>

Well, dys, I didn't know dat, and to be frank with you, I learned them before I knew what they meant. My life has always been a bit backwards.

dj, I love The Universal Soldier. It encompasses everything, I think. In a way, Canada, that "Somebody" song is all of us. Problem is, honey, it's too perfect, sorta like "the storm". Love Dr. Hook, though.

Thank, John, for that conception of behavior mod, and I hate to tell you Brits, but Skinner and Pavlov thought of it first.

Folks, I HATE BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION. Premeditated "shaping" is worse than being a fundamentalist.

And that's my mini rant for the day.
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yitwail
 
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Reply Mon 21 Nov, 2005 05:12 pm
there's a funny alternate view of Behavior Mod. from the standpoint of pigeons and other critters, it's the psychologists who were trained to deliver food when the lever got pressed. Razz
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 21 Nov, 2005 05:26 pm
Oh, my God, folks. Does yitwail remove the sting from the scorpion or what?

Two little anecdotes:

First one. When I went to pick up some stuff today, a little kid accompanied by his older brother, came up behind me holding a rubber football and asked the clerk the price.

$4.00

The child proceeded to put the football on the shelf.

I told him that I would buy that foot ball for him, and he looked dubious. His big brother said, "Are you sure?".

"Yes, I'm sure", I replied.

I paid the clerk and the kid clutched the worthless little football and started to walk away, upon which I stopped him and said in a very serious manner.

And, my young friend, I think you forgot to thank me, and since I used to be a teacher, I will expect you to do your best to learn.

I don't know what that child expected, but it wasn't that.
When I was starting to drive away, after gettin in my car, they both waved and smiled with absolutely sincere response.

I think I made my point with those kids today.

The next anecdote later.
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hamburger
 
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Reply Mon 21 Nov, 2005 05:52 pm
walter wrote : " Je bois tes paroles, comme du sirop "

is walter telling us that he has been paroled and is eating syrup ? hbg
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 21 Nov, 2005 08:06 pm
Hamburger, Walter is telling us that he knows French. Shall we talk about him while he is asleep?

Guess not, folks. Instead let's play a goodnight song for all of us.


Lyrics:
Goodnight, to every little hour that you sleep tight
May it hold you through the winter of a long night
And keep you from the loneliness of yourself
Heart strung is your heart frayed and empty
Cause it's hard luck, when no one understands your
love
It's unsung, and I say
Goodnight, my love, to every hour in every day
Goodnight, always, to all that's in your heart

Goodnight, may your dreams be so happy and your
Head lite with the wishes of a sandman and a night light
Be careful not to let the bedbugs sleep tight nestled in
your covers
The sun shines but I don't
A silver rain will wash away
And you can tell, it's just as well
Goodnight, my love, to every hour in every day
Goodnight, always to all that's pure that's in your heart..

From Letty with love
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 22 Nov, 2005 01:42 am
George Eliot
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Mary Ann Evans, better known by the pen name George Eliot (22 November 1819 - 22 December 1880), was an English novelist. She was one of the leading writers of the Victorian era, whose novels, largely set in provincial England, are well known for their realism and psychological perspicacity.

She used a male pen name, she said, to ensure that her works were taken seriously. Female authors published freely under their own names, but Eliot wanted to ensure that she was not seen as a writer of romances. An additional factor may have been a desire to shield her private life from public scrutiny and to prevent scandals attending her relationship with George Henry Lewes.


Biography

Mary Ann Evans was the daughter of an estate agent in Warwickshire, born on a farm on the Arbury Hall Estate near Nuneaton. She was brought up with a narrowly low church religion. Charles Bray, a Coventry manufacturer, brought her into contact with more liberal theologies. She translated Strauss' Life of Jesus (1846) and began contributing to the Westminster Review in 1850 and became its assistant editor in 1851. The Westminster Review had been founded by John Stuart Mill and Jeremy Bentham and was the leading journal for philosophical radicals. In 1854, she published a translation of Feuerbach's Essence of Christianity, and it was at that time that she began to live with George Henry Lewes in an extramarital cohabitation.

In 1857, she published "Amos Barton," the first of the "Scenes of Clerical Life" in Blackwood's Magazine. The collected "Scenes" were well received and launched Evans on a novelistic career. Evans' cohabitation with Lewes was a scandalous matter. Lewes' wife refused to be divorced, and so he remained married to her in name only, while he made house solely with Evans.


Two years after the death of Lewes, on May 6, 1880 she married a friend, John Cross, an American banker, who was 20 years her junior. They honeymooned in Venice and, allegedly, Cross jumped from their hotel balcony into the Grand Canal on their wedding night; he survived. She died on 22 December 1880 at the age of 61 in Chelsea of a kidney ailment and was interred in Highgate Cemetery (East), Highgate, London.

Friend and author Henry James once wrote of her:

She had a low forehead, a dull grey eye, a vast pendulous nose, a huge mouth full of uneven teeth and a chin and jawbone qui n'en finissent pas... Now in this vast ugliness resides a most powerful beauty which, in a very few minutes steals forth and charms the mind, so that you end, as I ended, in falling in love with her. Yes behold me in love with this great horse-faced bluestocking.


Literary assessment

Eliot's most famous work, Middlemarch, is a turning point in the history of the novel. Making masterful use of a counterpointed plot, Eliot presents the stories of a number of denizens of a small English town on the eve of the Reform Bill of 1832. The main characters, Dorothea Brooke and Tertius Lydgate, each long for exceptional lives but are powerfully constrained by their own unrealistic expectations as well as conservative society. The novel is notable for its deep psychological insight and sophisticated character portraits.

Throughout her career, Eliot wrote with a politically astute pen. From Adam Bede to The Mill on the Floss and the frequently-read Silas Marner, Eliot presented the cases of social outsiders and small town persecution of that which they consider alien. No author since Jane Austen had been as sharp in pointing out the hypocrisy of the country squires and socially conscious. Felix Holt, the Radical and The Legend of Jubal were overtly political novels, and political crisis is at the heart of Middlemarch. By the time of Daniel Deronda, Eliot's sales were falling off, and she faded from public view to some degree.

As an author, Eliot was not only very successful in sales, but she was, and remains, one of the most widely praised for her style and clarity of thought. Eliot's sentence structures are clear, patient, and well balanced, and she mixes plain statement and unsettling irony with rare poise. Her commentaries are never without sympathy for the characters, and she never stoops to being arch or flip with the emotions in her stories. Villains, heroines and bystanders are all presented with awareness and full motivation.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Eliot
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 22 Nov, 2005 01:52 am
Hoagy Carmichael
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Hoagland Howard "Hoagy" Carmichael (November 22, 1899-December 27, 1981) was an American composer, pianist, singer, actor, and bandleader. He is best known for writing "Stardust" (1927), which has been called the most-recorded American song ever written.

Carmichael was born in Bloomington, Indiana. He attended Indiana University at Bloomington. He originally studied law while playing music on the side, but he eventually decided to devote his energies to music. Carmichael maintained a lifelong affiliation with the university; in 1937 he wrote the song "Chimes of Indiana" which was presented to the school as a gift by the class of 1935. It was made Indiana University's official alma mater in 1978. Carmichael also holds the distinction of being awarded an honorary doctorate in music by the Indiana University in 1972.

Carmichael joined ASCAP in 1931. Aside from "Stardust", he wrote "Riverboat Shuffle", "Rockin' Chair", "Washboard Blues", "Heart & Soul", "New Orleans", and "Georgia on My Mind"; he also collaborated with Sidney Arodin on the standard "Up a Lazy River". Carmichael was one of the first ten songwriters inducted into the USA's Songwriters Hall of Fame in 1969.

Hoagy Carmichael appeared as an actor in at least 14 motion pictures (most notably the Humphrey Bogart-Lauren Bacall classic To Have and Have Not, and Young Man with a Horn), often singing and playing the piano on his own compositions. Carmichael wrote two autobiographies: The Stardust Road (1946) and Sometimes I Wonder (1965).

He died of a heart attack in Rancho Mirage, California. He is buried in Rose Hill Cemetery in Bloomington.

Author Ian Fleming once said that he envisioned British secret agent James Bond as looking like Carmichael.

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

Track Title: Georgia On My Mind

Album Title: Genius & Soul, The 50th Anv. Coll. Vol. 2
Prime Artist: Ray Charles (Robinson)
Arranger: Ralph Burns
Drums: Milt Turner

Bass: Edgar Willis
Producer: Sid Feller
Written by: Hoagy Carmichael (Hoagland Howard C.)
Written by: Stuart Gorrell

From the Album: Genius Hits The Road 1960 (A)

Lyrics:

Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind
Talkin' 'bout Georgia
I'm in Georgia
A song of you
Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you
Georgia, sweet Georgia, no peace I find
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back
It always leads back to you
I'm in Georgia, Georgia, sweet Georgia
No peace, no peace I find
Just this old, sweet song
Keeps Georgia forever on my mind
Just an old sweet, sweet song
Keeps Georgia forever on my mind


www.thepeaches.com/music/
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 22 Nov, 2005 01:58 am
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bobsmythhawk
 
  1  
Reply Tue 22 Nov, 2005 02:01 am
Rodney Dangerfield
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Rodney Dangerfield (November 22, 1921 - October 5, 2004), born Jacob Cohen, was an American comedian and actor, best known for the line "I don't get no respect" and his monologues on that theme.


Early life and career

He was born in Babylon, Long Island, USA, the son of vaudevillian Phil Roy (Philip Cohen). As a teenager, he got his start writing jokes for standup comics; he became one himself at 19, and struggled financially for nine years under the name Jack Roy before giving up show business to take a job as a salesman to support his wife.

He returned to stand-up in the early 1960s; to give his career a fresh start, he changed his name to Rodney Dangerfield. The movie The Godfather inspired his trademark line about the lack of respect he received. Headlining performances in Las Vegas and dozens of performances on The Ed Sullivan Show and The Dean Martin Show kept him in the public eye. Dangerfield made 70 appearances on The Tonight Show. Dangerfield also made an appearance on The Simpsons as Mr. Burns' son, Larry. Larry Burns was modeled after Dangerfield, including his tie tug.

Wanting to remain near his children after his divorce from their mother, he became the owner of a Manhattan nightclub in 1969; the nightclub, "Dangerfield's", was the venue for an HBO show and helped popularize many stand-up comics, including Jerry Seinfeld, Jim Carrey, Tim Allen, Roseanne Barr, Jeff Foxworthy, Sam Kinison, Rita Rudner, and Bob Saget. Many of whom would visit Dangerfield when he was in the hospital shortly before his death.


Dangerfield's career peaked during the early 1980s, with his appearance in Caddyshack and the release of his Grammy Award-winning comedy album No Respect. He played an abusive father in Natural Born Killers in a scene where he wrote his own lines.

In 1994, Dangerfield won an American Comedy Award for lifetime creative achievement. He was also recognized by the Smithsonian Institution, which put one of his trademark white shirts and red ties on display.

In 1995, his application for membership in the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences was rejected. At the time, Dangerfield commented on how then-president of AMPAS, Roddy McDowall, who acted in a monkey suit in the Planet of the Apes series of films, possibly felt that Dangerfield wasn't dignified enough to join the organization. AMPAS would later change their decision and offer membership, an offer he declined.

The confusion of Dangerfield's stage persona with his real-life personality was a conception that he long resented. Described by his wife as "classy, gentlemanly, sensitive and intelligent" [1], people who met the comedian nonetheless treated him as the belligerent loser whose character he adopted in performance.

In 2004, Dangerfield's autobiography, It's Not Easy Bein' Me: A Lifetime of No Respect but Plenty of Sex and Drugs (ISBN 0066211077) was published. The book's original title was My Love Affair With Marijuana, a reference to the drug he smoked daily for sixty years.

Later years

On April 8, 2003, Dangerfield underwent brain surgery to improve blood flow in preparation for heart valve-replacement surgery on August 24, 2004. Upon entering the hospital, he uttered another one-liner of the type he was known for: responding to how long he would be hospitalized, he said, "If all goes well, about a week. If not, about an hour-and-a-half."

In September 2004, it was revealed that Dangerfield, then aged 82, had been in a coma for several weeks. Afterward, he had been breathing on his own and had been showing signs of awareness when visited by friends. However, on October 5, 2004, he died at the UCLA Medical Center, where he had undergone the surgery in August. He was interred in the Westwood Village Memorial Park Cemetery in Los Angeles.

He was married twice to Joyce Indig - from 1949 to 1962, and then from 1963 to 1970 - with whom he had a son named Brian and a daughter named Melanie. From 1993 to his death he was married to Joan Child.

When Johnny Carson died on January 23rd, 2005, a correspondent from CNN called Kevin Sasaki, Rodney's longtime publicist, and asked whether Dangerfield would be available to share comments on the air about Carson. Sasaki replied "Unless CNN had a new way of linking up to the afterlife via satellite, that would be impossible."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodney_Dangerfield
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 22 Nov, 2005 02:03 am
Geraldine Page
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Geraldine Page (November 22, 1924 - June 13, 1987) was an American actress.

She was born Geraldine Sue Page in Kirksville, Missouri. She attended the Goodman Theatre Dramatic School and studied acting with Uta Hagen. She began appearing in stock at the age of seventeen. She earned critical accolades for her performances in several Tennessee Williams plays like Summer and Smoke and Sweet Bird of Youth.

She was active in film as well as Broadway. In 1960 she won the Sarah Siddons Award for her work in Chicago theatre. Her film debut was in Out of the Night (1947). Her role in Hondo, garnered her a nomination for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress. In all, despite her relatively small filmography, Page received eight Academy Award nominations. She won for her final nomination for The Trip to Bountiful (1985). She also voiced the hilariously evil "Madame Medusa" in the Disney animated film The Rescuers.

Page has also appeared in television productions and won Emmy Awards for two Truman Capote stories, A Christmas Memory (1967) and The Thanksgiving Visitor (1969).

She was married to violinist Alexander Schneider from 1954 to 1957. Later she married 7 years younger Texan actor, Rip Torn, in 1963 and they remained married until her death, despite the fact that shortly before her death he had been publicly exposed for conducting an extramarital affair with a much younger actress (Amy Wright, born in 1950), whom he had impregnated.

Page and Torn had three children, a daughter (actress Angelica Torn) and twin sons.

Page died of a heart attack in 1987 while appearing in Sir Noel Coward's Blithe Spirit on Broadway (along with Judith Ivey and Blythe Danner) at the relatively young age of 62.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geraldine_Page
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 22 Nov, 2005 02:07 am
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hebba
 
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Reply Tue 22 Nov, 2005 04:20 am
Letty, I had tried to post an image but all I got was a little red cross.
A shame, as it was something you´ve been mentioning. Several times now.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 22 Nov, 2005 08:24 am
Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Thanks to our Bob for his bios. I do believe that our listeners are familiar with most of then, and I encourage each one to comment on whichever one strikes a chord. For me, it was several.

hebba, I understood exactly what was happening with your "red cross". <smile>I assume that the picture was one of your fantastic sculptures, my friend, and we are disappointed that it didn't "develop".

It is a cold and invigorating morning here in my quiet neighborhood. I love it!
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Phoenix32890
 
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Reply Tue 22 Nov, 2005 08:31 am
Just checked out my #1 favorite site (after A2K, of course) www.refdesk.com

And it was there, right in front of my eyes, that I saw the story. Today is the anniversary of JFK's death. Good grief, it was 42 years ago!!!! All at once, this song flew into my head.


Quote:
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'

Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Oh, lord, through the revolution

Feed the babies
Who don't have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
House the people
Livin' in the street
Oh, oh, there's a solution

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 22 Nov, 2005 08:44 am
Well, Phoenix, how wonderful to see my fellow Floridian in our studio. Thanks for that song, honey. I think, perhaps, the entire planet knows JFK and his wife Jackie. There will always be a bit of the old conspiracy surrounding him, I suspect.

Today is garbage pick up day on my street, so here is a song for the waste management folks. (love that expression)

Trash Can Sinatras
» Iceberg

I can see them coming beating paths to my door
Come to see me running my natural course - Iceberg
At glacial pace - an unusual case
Took to the streets, icebreaker sleek
Through thaw and freeze, my life's a breeze
Matches tobacco, turn ashwarm and charcoal
Iceberg, eventually steam
The continent I seem - Just iceberg

Laughing
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