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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:09 pm
Lloyd Bridges
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Lloyd Vernet Bridges, Jr. (born January 15, 1913 in San Leandro, California; died March 10, 1998 in Los Angeles, California) was an American actor. Bridges was born in San Leandro. He studied political science at UCLA, where he met his future wife, Dorothy Dean Simpson; the two married in 1939.

He was born to Kansas natives Lloyd Vernet Bridges, Sr. and Harriet Brown. Bridges made his Broadway debut in 1939 in a production of Shakespeare's Othello. He was blacklisted briefly in the 1950s after he admitted to the House Un-American Activities Committee that he had once been a member of the Communist Party. He gained wide recognition as Mike Nelson, the star of the television series Sea Hunt, which ran from 1957-1961. He is also well-known for his roles in the movies High Noon, Airplane!, and Hot Shots!. He was a guest star for the children's television Christmas special; Shining Time Station: 'Tis A Gift as Mr. Nicholas (Santa Claus).

A world federalist, Bridges once said, "The devastation caused by war and the pollution of our environment knows no boundaries. Only an effective world government could provide sufficient law and have the power to control these destructive forces"[1].

Lloyd Bridges is the father of actors Jeff Bridges and Beau Bridges and the grandfather of Jordan Bridges.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lloyd_Bridges
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:11 pm
Maria Schell
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Maria Schell (born January 15, 1926 in Vienna; died April 26, 2005 in Preitenegg, Carinthia) was an Austrian actress. Born Margarete Schell to a Swiss author and an Austrian actress, she was the older sister of actor Maximilian Schell, and lesser-known actors Carl Schell, and Immy (Immaculata) Schell.

She starred in such films as Gervaise (1956), Le Notti Bianche (1957), The Hanging Tree (1959), Cimarron (1960), and Superman: The Movie (1978). She starred opposite everyone from Yul Brynner to Gary Cooper to Marlon Brando. She also had three guest appearances in the television series, Der Kommissar. Her final public appearance was at the premiere of Maximilian's 2002 documentary My Sister Maria.

Schell was married twice, first to Horst Hächler and later to Veit Relin. Her daughter by her second marriage, actress Marie Theres Kroetz-Relin (born 1966), who is married to Bavarian playwright Franz Xaver Kroetz, has recently made a media and Internet appearance as a spokeswoman for housewives (If Pigs Could Fly. Die Hausfrauenrevolution, 2004).

Burdened with old age and illness, Maria Schell lived as a recluse in Carinthia in the Austrian Alps until her death from pneumonia in Preitenegg, Austria on April 26, 2005. Upon her death, Maximilian released a statement saying in part: "Towards the end of her life, she suffered silently and I never heard her complain. I admire her for that. Her death might have been for her a salvation. But not for me. She is irreplaceable."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_Schell
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:13 pm
Thanks, detano, for that mini myth. Lovely flower, the narcissus, but not as lovely a a daffodil. I had always thought that echo faded away pining over narcissus.

http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/waterhouse/echo-narcissus.jpg

Sorry if this stretches our studio monitor, folks
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:15 pm
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:17 pm
Margaret O'Brien
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Margaret O'Brien (born January 15, 1937 in San Diego, California) is an American film actress, and although her career was brief, was one of the most highly regarded child actors in cinema history.

Born Angela Maxine O'Brien, her father, a circus performer, died months after her birth; Margaret's mother, Gladys Flores, was a well-known flamenco dancer who often performed with her sister Marissa, also a dancer. Margaret is of half-Irish and half-Spanish ancestry.

She made her first film appearance in Babes on Broadway (1941) at the age of four, but it was the following year that her first major role brought her widespread attention. As a five year old in Journey for Margaret (1942), O'Brien won wide praise for her convincing acting style.

She played a young French girl, and spoke and sang all her dialogue with a French accent, in Jane Eyre (1944). Arguably her most memorable role was as "Tootie" in Meet Me in St. Louis (1944), opposite Judy Garland. O'Brien had by this time, added singing and dancing to her achievements and was rewarded with an Academy Juvenile Award the following year. Her other successes included The Canterville Ghost (1944) and Our Vines Have Tender Grapes (1945), but she was unable to make the transition to adult roles.

A 1946 Looney Tunes short, Book Revue, placed a caricature of O'Brien in the role of Little Red Riding Hood.

Fans who remembered little Margaret were astonished to see her on the cover of Life Magazine in the 1958, looking quite voluptuous. "How The Girl Has Grown" was the understated caption.

O'Brien's acting roles as an adult have been far between, mostly in small independent films. However, she does do occasional interviews, mostly for the Turner Classic Movies cable network. One rare television outing was as a guest star on the popular Marcus Welby, M.D. in the early '70s, reuniting Margaret with her "Journey for Margaret" co-star Robert Young.

She has been married twice, to Harold Allen, Jr. (from 1959 to 1968), and later to Roy Thorsen (that marriage produced her only child, Mara Tolene Thorsen, born in 1977. Margaret is that rare child star who didn't wind up fighting off poverty and addictions in later life. All her memories of her child star days are happy ones, except for working with the difficult Wallace Beery, who would pinch her to the point where crew members would have to protect her.

O'Brien has two stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame for Motion Pictures at 6608 Hollywood Boulevard, and for television at 1620 Vine St.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_O%27Brien
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:18 pm
Hawkman. Yeah! Glad to see you back, Boston.

I stretched the screen in honor of your return.

Thanks again, for the background, buddy.
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detano inipo
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:34 pm
You stretched the screen with that picture of yourself in your younger years. I always imagined you that way.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:45 pm
Sorry for the enforced tardiness. Nasty little buggies hijacked home page and randomly renamed and misdirected websites. It was quite a tussle and I just now finally cleared it up. Good to be back.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:45 pm
Don't look one thing like echo, detano. <smile>but I'll bet you resembled narcissus. Incidentally, Canada. I ain't no tease.
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detano inipo
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:48 pm
We all cange, Letty. I am an old man now. My Narc days are long gone.
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detano inipo
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:49 pm
We all change, Letty. I am an old man now. My Narc days are long gone.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:50 pm
Good to have you back, Bob. So, it's the viri?

Well, we'll have to call our company doctor. <smile>
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 02:59 pm
Man Out of Time
Elvis Costello

So this is where he came to hide
When he ran from you
In a private detective's overcoat
And dirty dead man's shoes

The pretty things of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor's gate

'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around

chorus
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time

There's a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination

But for his private wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumour
Days of dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humour

He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege

(chorus)

The biggest wheels of industry
Retire sharp and short
And the after dinner overtures
Are nothing but an after thought
Somebody's creeping in the kitchen
There's a reputation to be made
Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge
Who's up late polishing the blade

Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning

(chorus)
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 03:01 pm
Cruel To Be Kind
Nick Lowe

Oh, I can't take another heartache,
Though you say you're my friend, I'm at my wits' end!
You say you're love is bona fide,
But that don't coincide with the things that you do
And when I ask you to be nice, you say

You've gotta be
Cruel to be kind in the right measure,
Cruel to be kind it's a very good sign,
Cruel to be kind means that I love you,
Baby, you've gotta be cruel to be kind.

Well I do my best to understand dear,
But you still mystify, and I want to know why.
I pick myself up off the ground
To have you knock me back down again and again!
And when I ask you to explain, you say

You've gotta be
Cruel to be kind in the right measure,
Cruel to be kind it's a very good sign,
Cruel to be kind means that I love you,
Baby, you've gotta be cruel to be kind.

Well I do my best to understand dear,
But you still mystify, and I want to know why.
I pick myself up off the ground
To have you knock me back down again and again!
And when I ask you to explain, you say

You've gotta be
Cruel to be kind in the right measure,
Cruel to be kind it's a very good sign,
Cruel to be kind means that I love you,
Baby, you've gotta be cruel to be kind...
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McTag
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 03:08 pm
Louis Jordan version....

Hey, everybody, let's have some fun
You only live but once
And when you're dead you're done, so
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
I don't care if you're young or old
Get together, let the good times roll

Don't sit there mumblin', talkin' trash
If you wanna have a ball
You gotta go out and spend some cash, and
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
I don't care if you're young or old
Get together, let the good times roll

Hey Mr. Landlord, lock up all the doors
When the police comes around
Just tell 'em that the joint is closed
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
I don't care if you're young or old
Get together, let the good times roll

Hey tell everybody
Mr. King's in town
I got a dollar and a quarter
Just rarin' to clown
But don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more that I'm gonna keep, so
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
I don't care if you're young or old
Get together, let the good times roll

No matter whether rainy weather
Birds of a feather gotta stick together
So get yourself under control
Go out and get together and let the good times roll
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 03:12 pm
Just Like Hermann Hesse
Graham parker

I took off my mask that night and bared my teeth in your face
You saw something else living under my skin the wolf with no thought of disgrace
I know i know some things you must never confess
I drop to the ground like a bird hit by gunshot
Just like hermann hesse

I stood by the theatre door knowing it had to begin
I was shaking down to my core knowing i had to go in
I know i know some things i cry as the angels confess
I left my identity back in the theatre
Just like hermann hesse

You saw my precious mask falling from my face
I stood naked in front of you the wolf with no thought of disgrace
I know i know some things you must never confess
You chose the spirit i chose the flesh
Just like hermann hesse
Just like hermann hesse
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 03:22 pm
Thank You Jack White (For the Fiber-Optic Jesus That You Gave Me)
The Flaming Lips

(Spoken) Let me tell ya a story about a very special gift I received from a, from a man that I didn't know very well. But he brightened up the night and made it one of the great shining moments of our long tour.

Goes like this-

Backstage in Detroit
And the room is full of smoke and apprehension
We'd been playing shows
As the warm-up and the band for Beck Hanson
In walks Jack, says - "How'd ya do?" (Oh yeah)
Then he handed me this wonderful statue.

And I said, "Thank you Jack White
For the fiber-optic Jesus that you gave me."
It shined so bright
That I couldn't help believin' it would save me.
When I finally got it home
My whole neighborhood was aglow
And I said, "Thank you Jack White
For the fiber-optic Jesus that you gave me."

(Here comes the pick)
(Oh Yeah)

Jack and Meg are funny
They got a modern backwards-liberal family code
Brother and sister
Playing rock 'n' roll and doing it on the road
I bet that van begin to stink
But then I wonder - oh - what Christ would think.

I said, "Thank you Jack White
For the fiber-optic Jesus that you gave me."
It shined so bright
That I couldn't help believin' it would save me.
And when I finally got it home
My whole neighborhood was aglow
And I said, "Thank you Jack White
For the fiber-optic Jesus that you gave me."
(Nice one)
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 03:58 pm
Narc days, detano? UhOh everybody. Hide your weed. <smile>

Hey, Brit. That version I don't know, buddy, but it rocks as well.

Thanks, dj, for all the great songs. I'll need some time to look over all the lyrics, I guess, but I know our fans really enjoyed every one.

Now, hawkman, you be careful. All that bird flu is still about.

Back later, folks.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 05:21 pm
Now tell me, listeners, that this isn't an allusion to the mary jane:

Get Back - Beatles
Jo Jo was a man who thought he was a loner
But he knew it couldn't last
Jo Jo left his home in Tucson, Arizona
for some California grass

Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back Jo Jo

Go home
Get back, get back
Back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back
Back to where you once belonged
Get back Jo

Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman
But she was another man
All the girls around her say she's got it coming
But she gets it while she can

Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back Loretta

Ah, get back
Yeah, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Yeah get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, Ooo

[Past Masters/single version only:
Get back, Loretta,
Your mommy's waiting for you,
Wearin' her high heel shoes and her low neck sweater,
Get back home, Loretta
Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged.
Get back, get back, get back...]
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detano inipo
 
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Reply Sun 15 Jan, 2006 05:29 pm
Letty, I meant Narc like in Narcissus. Don't worry, I had a few tokes in the flowery 60s. And I inhaled.
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