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It's a good thing you were around to help out then. Good work!

After all the walking I did today, I think I've worn out my feet and need a new pair!

Why I'm Walking - George Hamilton IV

I've got my angel on my mind
That's why I'm walkin'
There's such an ache in this old heart that I ain't talkin'
The little hand that held mine tight
Just waved goodbye tonight
I've got my angel on my mind
That's why I'm walkin'
With an old love on your mind
Life ain't worth livin'
I breathe your name with every breath I'm breathing
Why could I never see
How much you meant to me
I've got my angel on my mind
That's why I'm walkin'
Should I pass you on the street
And I miss speakin'
Would you charge it to this memory I'm keepin'?
Should my head be bowed low
Hear my song and then you'll know
I've got my angel on my mind
That's why I'm walkin'
I've got my angel on my mind
That's why I'm walkin'

Well, Reyn, I walk all day long myself. Starting to feel it more and more.

Letty, i don't know how you found that collage, but it's definitely cool. ;-) about trane's habit & spiritual experience, you can hear it in his playing, before and after. he also practiced obsessively, so there was hard work involved as well.

there's scarcely a less likely vehicle for jazz exploration than My Favorite Things, for which he also switched to soprano sax, an instrument previously restricted to Dixieland jazz. but it became a signature tune that he recorded many times with several different approaches. just listening to different versions of that tune, you appreciate what a musical explorer he was.

I've been doing this meter reading gig for way too many years. Would have quit years ago, but the pay was pretty darn reasonable. My family has always done good on just my salary. It's definitely a young man's job.

It's all coming to an end in about 5 weeks now.....

Thanks for the walking song....

Good morning, good morning. I slept the whole night through,
Good morning, good morning to you.

Well, WA2K listeners and contributors, it's dark and a bit chilly here in my little cubicle of our studio.

edgar and Reyn have been walking, singing, and talking--reading meters and fixing ovens. My goodness, folks, how many miles have been covered by shanks mare, I wonder.

Mr. Turtle, it is unusual to me that as we listen and report, there is a promotion going on for Lakota arthritis cure. I thought the collage of the Trane was lovely as well. Somehow, I am relieved that he had that epiphany.

Tomorrow, listeners, is the traditional Thanksgiving Day in America, and I would like to extend my thanks to all of you who have kept our station on the air.

Ah, I miss our European friends.

Hope all is well in Germany-France-Great Britain-and Boston. <smile>

Deck the halls with Boston Charlie,
Fa la la la la la la la la.

Salute to Walt Kelly:

http://byneddiejingo.blogspot.com/2005/03/greetings-from-fort-mudge.html

Well, listeners. Guess I will be away for the extended holiday.

Later, listeners, as I have stuff to do.

Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl

I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day
When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest
in a big field of tall grass
I lay there in the sun and felt it caressing my face

And I fell asleep and dreamed
I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie
And that I was the star of the movie
This really blew my mind, the fact that me,
an overfed, long-haired leaping gnome
should be the star of a Hollywood movie

But there I was, I was taken to a place, the hall of the mountain kings
I stood high upon a mountain top, naked to the world
In front of every kind of girl, there was
black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones...

Out of the middle came a lady
She whispered in my ear something crazy
She said:

Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl


I thought to myself what could that mean
Am I going crazy or is this just a dream
Now, wait a minute
I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere
so it's all in my head
and then.. I heard her say one more time:


Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl

I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back
As she disappeared, but soon she returned
In her hand was a bottle of wine, in the other, a glass
She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass
And raised it to her lips
And just before she drank it, she said:

Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl

The Thanksgiving picture is funny, Letty. You have become an expert at posting pictures. I hope my job isn't in jeopardy -- at least until the first part of next month when my contract expires.

And a Good morning to all.

Today's birthdays:

912 - Otto I the Great, Holy Roman Emperor (d. 973)
1221 - King Alfonso X of Castile (d. 1284)
1402 - Jean de Dunois, French soldier (d. 1468)
1417 - William FitzAlan, 16th Earl of Arundel, English politician (d. 1487)
1553 - Prospero Alpini, Italian physician and botanist (d. 1617)
1616 - John Wallis, English mathematician (d. 1703)
1632 - Jean Mabillon, French palaeographer and diplomat (d. 1707)
1705 - Thomas Birch, English historian (d. 1766)
1715 - Pierre Charles Le Monnier, French astronomer (d. 1799)
1719 - Spranger Barry, Irish actor (d. 1777)
1749 - Edward Rutledge, U.S. statesman (d. 1800)
1760 - François-Noël Babeuf, French revolutionary (d. 1797)
1804 - Franklin Pierce, 14th President of the United States (d. 1869)
1820 - Isaac Todhunter, British mathematician (d. 1884)
1837 - Johannes Diderik van der Waals, Dutch physicist, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1923)
1860 - Billy the Kid, American bandit (d. 1881)
1860 - Hjalmar Branting, Prime Minister of Sweden, and Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1925)
1869 - Valdemar Poulsen, Danish engineer (d. 1942)
1875 - Anatoly Lunacharsky, Russian literary critic and politician (d. 1933)
1876 - Manuel de Falla, Spanish composer (d. 1946)
1887 - Eduardo Corrochio, Spanish-born dancer (d. 1943)
1887 - Boris Karloff, British actor (d. 1969)
1888 - Harpo Marx, American comedian (d. 1964)
1890 - El Lissitzky, Russian artist and architect (d. 1941)
1892 - Erté, French artist (d. 1990)
1897 - Nirad C. Chaudhuri, Indian writer (d. 1999)
1902 - Victor Jory, Canadian actor (d. 1982)
1907 - Lars Leksell, Swedish physician (d. 1986)
1909 - Nigel Tranter, British historian and writer (d. 2000)
1920 - Paul Celan, Romanian-born German poet (d. 1970)
1921 - Fred Buscaglione, Italian singer and actor
1922 - Manuel Fraga Iribarne, president of Spanish Galicia
1923 - R.L. Burnside, American musician (d. 2005)
1923 - Billy Haughton, American harness driver and trainer (d. 1986)
1924 - Colin Macmillan Turnbull, British-born anthropologist
1925 - José Napoleón Duarte, President of El Salvador (d. 1990)
1931 - Dervla Murphy, Irish traveller and author
1933 - Krzysztof Penderecki, Polish composer
1934 - Robert Towne, American writer, director, producer, and actor
1935 - Vladislav Volkov, Soviet cosmonaut
1941 - Franco Nero, Italian actor
1943 - Andrew Goodman, American civil rights activist (d. 1964)
1943 - Sue Nicholls (The Honourable Susan Frances Harmer Nicholls), British actress
1944 - Joe Eszterhas, Hungarian-born film producer and writer
1944 - James Toback, American writer and director
1945 - Steve Landesberg, American actor
1953 - Francis Cabrel, French singer
1954 - Bruce Hornsby, American musician
1955 - Steven Brust, American author
1955 - Ludovico Einaudi, Italian composer and pianist
1956 - Steve Harvey, American actor and comedian
1959 - Maxwell Caulfield, British actor
1959 - Dominique Dunne, American actress (d. 1982)
1968 - Hamid Hassani, Iranian lexicographer
1970 - Zoë Ball, British television and radio presenter
1974 - Jamie Sharper, American football player
1977 - Myriam Boileau, Canadian diver
1992 - Jordan Fry, American actor

Now that's a heckuva cute pic! Good one, Letty!

dys, that is an arcane melody, but beautiful.

Ah, Raggedy, I had expert mentors, PA. Thanks, my dear friend, for the celeb updates.

I forgot to mention that I saw The Body Snatcher on AMC the other night. I was stunned at what a marvelous actor Boris Karloff was. Really too bad that he will be remembered only as a monster.

If our listeners will allow a song of a different hue:

DOLPHIN DREAM

Skin on skin.
Breath to breath.
Beat to beat.
I feel your body on the waves, the rolling waves.


I feel the rhythm of the naked and the moving, and the sighing,
and the smoothing of our skin.
Skin on skin.


Hold my hands and we will fly naked
through the changing breathing,
satin feeling, deeper seeing, wetter being,
skin on skin.


Ancient times in Java.
Steam rising.
Heat and the pulling the body onto land.
And then to stand.


Eyes burning.
Sun, and escaping to the trees to smell the breeze.
Nose filling, eyes filling, ears filling, touch full. Ah!


Now return to the deep.
To the future we will glide,
aching through the crushing, heaving, dying,
breathing, starving, greeding, pressing,
crowding of skin on skin.
Foresee the future while you can.

Thank you, B.C. I like it as well.

time for a station break:

This is cyber space, WA2K radio.

i never cared for Phoebe Snow's voice, and these lyrics don't seem to have much to do with Harpo, but the tune's appropriately lovely:

Harpo's Blues (I Wish I Was A Willow)

I wish I was a willow
And I could sway to the music in the wind
And I wish I was a lover
I wouldn't need my costumes and pretend
I wish I was a mountain
I'd pass boldly thru the clouds and never end
I wish I was a soft refrain
When the lights were out I'd play
and be your friend
I strut and fret my hour upon the stage
The hour is up
I have to run and hide my rage
I'm lost again
I think I'm really scared
I won't be back at all this time
And have my deepest secrets shared

I'd like to be a willow
A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain
But I'd hate to be a grown-up
And have to try to bear my life in pain

I wish I was a soft refrain
When the lights were out I'd play
and be your friend
I strut and fret my hour upon the stage
The hour is up
I have to run and hide my rage
I'm lost again
I think I'm really scared
I won't be back at all this time
And have my deepest secrets shared

I'd like to be a willow
A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain
But I'd hate to be a grown-up
And have to try to bear my life in pain

Ah, yit, it doesn't have to fit; it is strangely beautiful.

I guess, listeners, I'm hung up on beautiful today. Often, we can't find a better word for that thing of beauty.

an interesting (to me) Robert Towne Interview

Mr. Bass Man, you've got that certain somethin'
Mr. Bass Man, you set that music thumpin'
To you it's easy when you go 1-2-3, d-d-b-bop-a-bop
(Bass voice: You mean b-b-BOP-p-p-bop bop bop...)
Yeah!

Mr. Bass Man, you're on all the songs
B-did-did-a-boom-boom, B-dit-dit-a-boom-boom-bom
Hey Mr. Bass Man, you're the hidden King of Rock 'n' Roll, d-d-b-bop-a-bop
(Bass voice: No no, b-b-BOP-p-p-bop bop bop...)

It don't mean a thing when the lead is singin'
Or when he goes "Hi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah"
Hey Mr. Bass Man, I'm askin' just one thing:
Will you teach me? Yeah, will you sing?
'Cause Mr. Bass Man, I wanna be a bass man too, d-d-b-bop-a-bop
(Bass voice: Try this, b-b-BOP-p-p-bop bop bop...)
Hey Mr. Bass Man, I think I'm really with it
B-did-did-a-boom-boom, a-boom-boom-b-dit-dit-dit-dit
C'mon, Mr. Bass Man, now I'm a bass man too, d-d-b-bop-a-bop
(Bass voice: That's it, b-b-BOP-p-p-bop bop bop...)


(repeat "It don't mean a thing", etc.)

Ah, there's our Walter, listeners, playing the acoustic bass.

We know that McTag is in India, now all we are missing are a couple of other Brits and France.

The Hawkman ought to be along pretty soon, folks, and Osso may be referring to his bio about Robert Towne, but I'm not certain of that.

In the interim, how about an oldie performed by Charlie Mingus:

I spend my days in longing
And wondering if it's me you're wronging
Why haven't you seen it
I'm all for you
Body and soul

I can't believe it
It hard to conceive it
That you'd turn away romance
Are you pretending
Don't say it's the ending
I wish I could have one more change to prove, dear

My life's a hell your'e making
You know I'm yours for just the taking
I'd gladly surrender
Myself to you
Body and soul

Life's dreary for me
Day's seem to be long as years
I've looked for the sun
But can see none
Through my tears
Your heart must be like a stone
To leave me like this alone
When you could make my life worth living
By taking what I'm set on giving, sweet heart

My heart is sad and lonely
For you I cry
For you, dear, only
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you
Body and soul

As some of our friends are in India, here is a Hindi song:

Friends forever

aisa koi zindagi mein aaye,
joh zindagi ko zindagi banaye(3)
thode khushiyaan ho thode ansoon ho
aur zara zara pe muskuraye
aisa koi zindagi mein aaye,
joh zindagi ko zindagi banaye(2)
thode khushiyaan ho thode ansoon ho
aur zara zara pe muskuraye
aisa koi zindagi mein aaye,
joh zindagi ko zindagi banaye(2)

dilon jaan se joh mujhpe mare
sirf mujhse mohabbat kare
mere khwabon mein khoya rahe
mere kaandho pe soya rahe
mere liye duniya bhulaye
mere dardo gum bhi uthaye
aisa koi zindagi mein aaye,
joh zindagi ko zindagi banaye

lamha lamha umar baat le
meri tanhayian kaat le
har ghadi bas mera naam le
ladkhadayon joh main thaam le
mere saare sapne sajaye
meri palko mein ghar banaye

aisa koi zindagi mein aaye,
joh zindagi ko zindagi banaye
thode khushiyaan ho thode ansoon ho
aur zara zara pe muskuraye
aisa koi zindagi mein aaye,
joh zindagi ko zindagi banaye(2)
thode khushiyaan ho thode ansoon ho
aur zara zara pe muskuraye

And now we are complete.

Fabulous lyrics, Francis.(I think). Can you play that again in sanskrit?

Well, folks, it looks as though I won't be going anywhere until around four PM EST.

In the interim, come along with me:

Artist: Yo La Tengo Lyrics
Song: My Little Corner Of The World Lyrics

Come along with me to my little corner of the world
Dream a little dream in my little corner of the world
You'll soon forget that there's any other place
Tonight, my love, we'll share a sweet embrace

And if you care to stay in my little corner of the world
We could hide away in my little corner of the world
I always knew that I'd find someone like you
So welcome to my little corner of the world

And if you care to stay in our little corner of the world
We could hide away in our little corner of the world
We always knew that we'd find someone like you
So welcome to our little corner of the world.

And it's sweather weather in my little corner of the world, listeners

This is great my friend Letty . I feel happy since my brother is getting

to normal life. Now, I'm 26 and he is 28. He was wild unlike me (this could

sound like some kind of movie, but it's true here). The truth he was kind,

and defended me at school when I got in troubles. This doesn't mean that

I was the school nerd, but I take much after my father.


Ok, I remember that I saw a song on TV about one kid who is getting

bullied by his three friends; they don't want him part of their team, and

don't want him to play ball with them, beating him etc. So, the young boy

decided to learn some self-defense art, karate. Then, came back and

proved himself again, and the guys accepted him.

I liked this song at that time, but I didn't understand it, maybe it was in

Italian which I don't know of course. So, I only know the band's name

Eiffel 65.

I'd like to listen to it or watch it again if possible.