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It's more than 3/4 of an hour until midnight here, but since I got our tickets for next year's Eric Clapton's concert today:

After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, we're gonna chug-a-lug and shout.
We're gonna stimulate some action;
We're gonna get some satisfaction.
We're gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang down.

After midnight, we're gonna shake your tambourine.
After midnight, it's all gonna be peaches and cream.
We're gonna cause talk and suspicion;
We're gonna give an exhibition.
We're gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang down.

After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang down.

Second Verse

After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang down.

Clapton?
Too cool!

Indeed, George. I know the melody to that one, Walter.

Want me to play it on the studio Steinway? :wink:

A goodnight song for Miss France as requested:


JEWEL - Angel Standing By Lyrics

All through the night I'll be standing over you
All through the night I'll be watching over you
And through bad dreams I'll be right there, baby,
Holding your hand, telling you everything is all right
And when you cry I'll be right there
Telling you were never anything less than beautiful
So don't you worry
I'm your Angel standing by

Hmmmm, folks. Haven't seen Mathos in a bit.

after midnight- JJ Cale song performed by eric clapton

so, cowboy, you're saying the performer was Eric and the writer was JJ Cale?

We knew that, didn't we listeners.

Here's some late night news from the Vatican:



Theologians to ask Pope to suspend limbo? Wed Nov 30, 9:32 AM ET



VATICAN CITY (Reuters) - Limbo -- the place where the Catholic Church teaches that babies go if they die before being baptized -- may have its days numbered.



According to Italian media reports on Tuesday, an international theological commission will advise Pope Benedict to eliminate the teaching about limbo from the Catholic catechism.

The Catholic Church teaches that babies who die before they can be baptized go to limbo, whose name comes from the Latin for "border" or "edge," because they deserve neither heaven nor hell.

I always thought that the concept of limbo included anyone who died and hadn't been baptized, not just babies.

Quote for the evening:

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.
Anton Chekhov (1860 - 1904)

This is for our edgar whose sis is having some recurring health problems:
Bob Dylan

Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block.
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk.
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line.
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine.
An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that,
But then again, there's only one I've met
An' he just smoked my eyelids
An' punched my cigarette."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks,
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked.
But me, I expected it to happen,
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the senator came down here
Showing ev'ryone his gun,
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son.
An' me, I nearly got busted
An' wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved it to him,
Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me,
I hope you're satisfied."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the rainman gave me two cures,
Then he said, "Jump right in."
The one was Texas medicine,
The other was just railroad gin.
An' like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind,
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

When Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon,
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon.
An' I say, "Aw come on now,
You must know about my debutante."
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb.
They all fall there so perfectly,
It all seems so well timed.
An' here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

And with that never ending song, folks. I think I'll say goodnight.

From Letty with love

Lou Rawls, thank you, I hear him, but I'm busy arguing on another thread..

our gracious PD played some ani difranco earlier

well you can never have too much ani

Gravel
Ani DiFranco

I heard the sound of your bike,
As your wheels hit the gravel,
Then your engine in the driveway
Cutting off
And I pushed through the screen door
And I stood out on the porch
Thinking fight, fight, fight
At all costs,
But instead I let you in,
Just like I've always done
And I sat you down and offered you a beer
And across the kitchen table
I fired several rounds,
But you were still sitting here
When the smoke cleared.
And you came crawling back
To say that you wanna
Make good in the end

And oh, oh,
Let me count the ways
That I abhor you,
And you were never a good lay
And you were never a good friend
But, oh, oh, what else can I say...
I adore you

All I need is my leather,
One t-shirt and two socks,
I'll keep my hands warm
In your pockets
And we can use the engine block,
And we'll ride out to California
With my arms around your chest,
And I'll pretend that this is real
'Cuz this is what I like best,
And you've been juggling two women
Like a stupid circus clown
Telling us both we are the one
And maybe you can keep me from ever being happy,
But you're not gonna stop me from having fun.
So let's go before I change my mind
I'll leave the luggage of all your lives behind
'Cuz I am bigger than everything that came before

And you were never very kind,
And you let me way down every time
But oh, oh, oh what can I say...
I adore you

I heard the sound of your bike,
As your wheels hit the gravel,
Then your engine in the driveway
Cutting off


Little Plastic Castle
Ani DiFranco

In a coffee shop in a city
Which is every coffee shop in every city
On a day which is every day
I picked up a magazine
Which is every magazine
Read a story, and then forgot it right away

They say goldfish have no memory
I guess their lives are much like mine
And the little plastic castle
Is a surprise every time
And it's hard to say if they're happy
But they don't seem much to mind

From the shape of your shaved head
I recognized your silhoutte
As you walked out of the sun and sat down
And the sight of your sleepy smile
Eclipsed all the other people
As they paused to sneer at the two girls
From out of town

I said, look at you this morning
You are, by far, the cutest
But be careful getting coffee
I think these people want to shoot us
Or maybe there's some kind of local competition here
To see who can be the rudest

People talk
About my image
Like I come in two dimensions
Like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind
Like what I happen to be wearing
The day that someone takes a picture
Is my new statement for all of womankind

I wish they could see us now
In leather bras and rubber shorts
Like some ridiculous team uniform
For some ridculous new sport
Quick someone call the girl police
And file a report

In a coffe shop in a city
Which is every coffee shop in every city
On a day which is every day


Untouchable Face
Ani DiFranco

Think I'm going for a walk now
I feel a little unsteady
I don't want nobody to follow me
'Cept maybe you
I could make you happy you know
If you weren't already
I could do a lot of things
And I do

Tell you the truth I prefer
The worst of you
Too bad you had to have a better half
She's not really my type
But I think you two are forever
And I hate to say it but
You're perfect together

So f**k you
And your untouchable face
And f**k you
For existing in the first place
And who am I
That I should be vying for your touch
And who am I
Bet you can't even tell me that much

Two-thirty in the morning
And my gas tank will be empty soon
Neon sign on the horizon
Rubbing elbows with the moon
A safe haven of sleepless
Where the deep fryer's always on
Radio is counting down
The top 20 country songs
And out on the porch the fly strip is
Waving like a flag in the wind
Y'know, I don't look forward
To seeing you again soon
You'll look like a photograph of yourself
Taken from far far away
And I won't know what to do
And I won't know what to say

Except f**k you...

I see you and i'm so perplexed
What was I thinking
What will I think of next
Where can I hide
In the back room there's a lamp
That hangs over the pool table
And when the fan is on it swings
Gently side to side
There's a changing constellation of balls as we are playing
I see orion and say nothing
The only thing I can think of saying is f**k you...

Hi there y'all

McTag here, broadcasting on the short wave from India.

Heard some real cool sitar music hereaways two nights ago, at a temple festival. To do it properly, you need fifteen elephants, apparently. Now there was a sight.

I found out also, why Dys and Di can't get fresh fish for love nor money....the Albuquerque Fish Landing Quay is about 200 yards from where I'm sitting.

Later.

a hot

McT

here's an amusing entry from the Devil's Dictionary i came across earlier (for those unfamiliar with this work, it's authored by Ambrose Bierce, not the Prince of Darkness)

Distinguishing insignia, jewels and costume of such ancient and honorable orders as Knights of Adam; Visionaries of Detectable Bosh; the Ancient Order of Modern Troglodytes; the League of Holy Humbug; the Golden Phalanx of Phalangers; the Genteel Society of Expurgated Hoodlums; the Mystic Alliances of Georgeous Regalians; Knights and Ladies of the Yellow Dog; the Oriental Order of Sons of the West; the Blatherhood of Insufferable Stuff; Warriors of the Long Bow; Guardians of the Great Horn Spoon; the Band of Brutes; the Impenitent Order of Wife-Beaters; the Sublime Legion of Flamboyant Conspicuants; Worshipers at the Electroplated Shrine; Shining Inaccessibles; Fee-Faw-Fummers of the inimitable Grip; Jannissaries of the Broad-Blown Peacock; Plumed Increscencies of the Magic Temple; the Grand Cabal of Able-Bodied Sedentarians; Associated Deities of the Butter Trade; the Garden of Galoots; the Affectionate Fraternity of Men Similarly Warted; the Flashing Astonishers; Ladies of Horror; Cooperative Association for Breaking into the Spotlight; Dukes of Eden; Disciples Militant of the Hidden Faith; Knights-Champions of the Domestic Dog; the Holy Gregarians; the Resolute Optimists; the Ancient Sodality of Inhospitable Hogs; Associated Sovereigns of Mendacity; Dukes-Guardian of the Mystic Cess-Pool; the Society for Prevention of Prevalence; Kings of Drink; Polite Federation of Gents-Consequential; the Mysterious Order of the Undecipherable Scroll; Uniformed Rank of Lousy Cats; Monarchs of Worth and Hunger; Sons of the South Star; Prelates of the Tub-and-Sword.

Good morning WA2K radio fans and contributors.

Well, dj, Ani is really an interesting vocalist, no? Thanks, Canada, for playing those songs and being tactful enough to bleep the sensitive parts. <smile>

My Irish friend used to say that the word was so overused, that when one needed to make it stand up and shout, it was ineffective.

Wow! There's our McTag. My goodness, Brit, does sitar music make you hot? Them pachyderms do get restless sometimes, so be careful.

Hey, Mr. Turtle. Ambrose Bierce is one of my all time favorite writers, and The Devil's Dictionary is a delight. Thanks for reading those definitions because it brings back some very fond memories about the old gringo.

Back later, all, after I become a little more activated myself.

Osso is arguing on another forum? I don't believe that.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY WA2K You've come a long way in one year. Isn't it a delightful radio program, listeners?

My very first celebrity picture (Maria Callas) was on this date one year ago.

I believe my birthday assignment will be up in a few days. But, if our PD would like, I'd be happy to post a picture of a celebrity every now and then.

And here are today's birthdays:

1578 - Agostino Agazzari, Italian composer and music theorist (d. 1640)
1694 - William Shirley, Colonial Governor of Massachusetts (d. 1771)
1703 - Ferdinand Konscak, Croatian explorer (d. 1759)
1710 - Bertinazzi, Italian actor and writer (d. 1783)
1738 - Richard Montgomery, Irish-born American soldier (d. 1775)
1760 - John Breckinridge, American politician (d. 1806)
1817 - Heinrich von Sybel, German historian (d. 1895)
1825 - Emperor Pedro II of Brazil (d. 1891)
1846 - Pierre Marie René Ernest Waldeck-Rousseau, French statesman (d. 1904)
1859 - Georges Seurat, French painter and founder of Neoimpressionism (d. 1891)
1863 - Charles Ringling, American circus owner (d. 1926)
1885 - George Richards Minot, American physician and Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1950)
1886 - Harry Burleigh, American composer (d. 1949)
1891 - Otto Dix, German painter and graphic artist (d. 1969)
1892 - Leo Ornstein, Russian-born American composer and pianist (d. 2002)
1895 - Harriet Cohen, British pianist (d. 1967)
1898 - Indra Lal Roy, Indian pilot (d. 1918)
1899 - John Barbirolli, British conductor (d. 1970)
1901 - Raimundo Orsi, Argentinian/Italian international footballer and World Cup winner (d. 1986)
1906 - Peter Goldmark, Hungarian-born American Columbia Records engineer (d. 1977)
1914 - Adolph Green, American composer (d. 2002)
1914 - Ray Walston, American actor (d. 2001)
1923 - Maria Callas, American soprano (d. 1977)
1924 - Alexander M. Haig, Jr., American politician
1925 - Julie Harris, American actress
1930 - Gary Becker, American economist and Nobel Prize laureate
1931 - Edwin Meese, American politician
1933 - Michael Larrabee, American athlete and Olympic gold medalist (d. 2003)
1933 - K.Veeramani, Indian leader of Dravidar Kazhagam
1934 - Andre Rodgers, American baseball player (d. 2004)
1935 - David Hackett Fischer, American historian
1939 - Yael Dayan, Palestinian-born Israeli writer and politician
1939 - Harry Reid, American politician
1943 - Wayne Allard, American politician
1944 - Botho Strauß, German author
1945 - Penelope Spheeris, American film director
1946 - Gianni Versace, Italian fashion designer (d. 1997)
1946 - John Banks, New Zealand politician
1952 - Michael McDonald, American musician
1954 - Dan Butler, American actor
1954 - Stone Phillips, American television journalist
1957 - Dagfinn Høybråten, Norwegian politician
1960 - Rick Savage, British bassist (Def Leppard)
1962 - Tracy Austin, American tennis player
1966 - Jinsei Shinzaki, Japanese professional wrestler
1968 - Lucy Liu, American actress
1968 - Nate Mendel, American bassist (Foo Fighters)
1968 - Chris Wedge, American animator
1970 - Sarah Silverman, American comedian
1973 - Monica Seles, Yugoslav-born American tennis player
1973 - Jan Ullrich, German cyclist
1978 - Nelly Furtado, Canadian singer and songwriter
1979 - Yvonne Catterfeld, German singer and actress
1981 - Britney Spears, American singer
1982 - Matt Ware, American football player

Hurrah, Raggedy. I had forgotten that we are one year old today.Thanks, honey, for the celeb updates and please revisit Maria.

Don't you love those fuzzy paintings, folks.

Odd, I was just thinking about Verdi and Aida because I listened to the Priest's March the other evening. Wonderfully exhilarating music.

Verdi is the most productive opera composer who ever lived, his only close competition coming from Wagner and Puccini (seven operas in the standard repertory, or nine if the three Il Trittico operas are counted separately). Of Verdi's 16 operas referred to above, Aida (1871) was his third from last. He thought he had retired from writing operas after Aida, for, among other reasons, he had realized a princely sum in royalties, not to mention the substantial fee he received for Aida's original performance in Cairo. So Verdi had ample means to retire and live the life of a country squire. Aida, by the way, is one of the three most popular operas ever written (along with Carmen and La Boheme.)

Since our McTag is in India, we will attempt to salute the most famous sitar virtuosa of all.

You're welcome Letty. Your radio station has been a great success.

I love "Aida" and adore Joe Green.

I notice there's another Green (Adolph) on the birthday list. He wrote some pleasant music, too.

Ah, dear Raggedy. I do believe we're talked about this before, PA. How wonderfully refreshing.

Here's the song for McTag and later I will explain the significance. (it has to do with Ravi)

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.
She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two and then she said, it's time for bed.
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown.
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood

Anyone here get the connection?

Yeah, there was a a sitar instrumental break in the Beatles record
(I'm back in the cyber-booth again)

Was that played by Mr Shankar or by George Harrison?

McTag, you got the right connection, buddy. John Lennon learned the sitar from Ravi, and his first piece was Norwegian Wood using that instrument.

Ray Walston
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Ray Walston (December 2, 1914 - January 1, 2001), was a stage, television, and film character actor who played the title character on the situation comedy My Favorite Martian and Judge Henry Bone on the drama series Picket Fences.


Early Life

He was born Herman Walston in New Orleans, Louisiana to middle-class parents, Harrie and Mittie Walston. He started acting at an early age, began his tenure as a "spear carrier" rounding out productions at many New Orleans theaters. He was consumed with small roles with stock companies, where he not only starred in travelling shows but also worked at a movie theater, selling tickets and cleaning the stage floors. His family moved to Houston, Texas, where he joined the Houston Civic Theater's repertory company undo Margo Jones, debuting in 1938.

Stage Work

Walston was very popular with Margo Jones's team of actors before he travelled to Cleveland, Ohio, where he spent three years with the Cleveland Playhouse. He then traveled to New York, New York, where he made his Broadway debut in a 1945 production of Hamlet, and would later work in shows directed by Jose Ferrer and George Abbott. Abbott cast Walston as Satan in Damn Yankees!, with dancer Gwen Verdon as his sexy aide Lola. The chemistry between Verdon and Walston was such that they both garnered critical success and won awards for their roles. After a decade in the New York theater, he won a Tony award, and he and Verdon were invited to reprise their roles in the movie version of Damn Yankees! (1958).

Film and Television Work

Walston had a successful movie career in addition to Damn Yankees!, beginning with South Pacific (1958), Say One for Me (1959), Tall Story, Portrait in Black and The Apartment (all in 1960), Convicts 4 (1962), Wives and Lovers and Who's Minding the Store? (both in 1963), Kiss Me, Stupid (1964), Caprice (1967), Paint Your Wagon (1969), and The Sting (1973).

Walston went on to some of his greatest success on the small screen. He starred as the Martian, Uncle Martin, on My Favorite Martian from 1963 to 1966. His co-star was Bill Bixby.


After Martian

After his starring role in Martian, he returned to beloved character actor status in television of the 1970s and 1980s, appearing as a guest star in numerous shows, such as Love, American Style, The Rookies, Mission: Impossible, Ellery Queen, The Six Million Dollar Man, Little House on the Prairie, and Bill Bixby's The Incredible Hulk (on which he played a magician), among many others.

From 1980 to 1992, he starred in 14 movies (perhaps most notably as Mr. Hand in 1982's Fast Times at Ridgemont High, as well as its 1986 television sequel), some of which were good and some were bad.


Television comeback

In 1984, Walston played a judge on an episode of Night Court. Six years later, he would work with David E. Kelley while guest-starring on L.A. Law as a suffering father. These roles led to his work as the self-centered Judge Henry Bone on Picket Fences, which began production in 1992 for CBS. It originally was a recurring role on the show but proved to be so popular that he was given a starring role the following year. In his late 70s he was nominated for Emmy Awards for the first time. He was nominated three times for Best Supporting Actor in a Drama Series, winning twice in 1995 and 1996 for his work on Picket Fences. Though Walston enjoyed his work in the series, its ratings were beginning to slip and CBS cancelled the show after 4 seasons in 1996.

End of his career

After gaining popularity both as the Martian and as the judge on the small screen, his career was coming to an end when he played Grandfather Walter Addams in Addams Family Reunion (1998), the straight-to-video second sequel to the blockbuster 1991 film The Addams Family, this time starring starring Tim Curry as Gomez Addams and Daryl Hannah as Morticia Addams. One year later he had a featured role in the movie remake of his hit series, My Favorite Martian (1999). His final movie role was in the independent film Early Bird Special. Just before his death, his final TV guest appearance was on 7th Heaven.

Walston died on January 1, 2001 (New Years Day) in Beverly Hills, California of natural causes, just one month after his 86th birthday. He was survived by his widow, Ruth, his daughter, Katherine Ann, and two grandchildren.

Walston tended to play characters that could be described as "curmudgeonly". His Martian was constantly ridiculing the primitiveness of the earth's populace, and his attitude was exacerbated by his inability to fix his spacecraft. His forced earthbound existence clearly seemed like a Martian version of Purgatory to him - an ironic comparison as his first major role, Mr. Applegate in Damn Yankees!, was an especially "devilish" character.

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