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Yes but the one Letty was talking about is connected to the Sabbat. It's a comon belief witches dansed naked in the moonlight at the sabbat. In ancient Rome it was connected to Saturnals.

Yikes! Our Raggedy and I are into the NYT's crossword puzzle business, and she often helps me when I get stuck. When I pursued the word, I found this info.:

http://www.geocities.com/BourbonStreet/6157/BaronSamedi.html

As to Dixieland Jazz, I think we need a bit of a diversion, listeners.

When the saints, go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in.
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in.

Now isn't that better than Samedi? Hee hee

I ear from this Baron Samedi years ago but never remember since.

maybe you can try to get some music excerpts from : Baron Samedi

The Samedi Strut, Francis? My, my. Those Canucks have a way about them, no?

From out of the corner of my eye, I saw an item about the Hope diamond being part of the French crown. How's that for coincidence, listeners?

Back later with that news item.

The Hope Diamond item:

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=624&e=3&u=/ap/20050209/ap_on_sc/hope_diamond

and in the same breath, we see that Prince Charles is going to marry Camilla.

After reading this, some people got the french blues!

French blues and tennis shoes, Francis.

Well, listeners, here's our thought for the day:

Be nice to people on the way up. They're the same people you'll pass on the way down.'' - Jimmy Durante (1893-1980).

Hey listeners and staff. Smorgs is back and her birthday was the 8th of this month:

Another, but belated:

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Smorgs.

Here are the Birthday celebs for today:

1868 William Allen White, journalist/editor (Emporia, KS; died 1944)
1890 Boris Pasternak, novelist/poet (Moscow, Russia; died 1960)
1893 Jimmy Durante, comedian (New York, NY; died 1980)
1898 Dame Judith Anderson, actress (Adelaide, Australia; died 1992)
1941 Bertolt Brecht, playwright (Augsburg, Germany; died 1956)
1927 Leontyne Price, opera singer (Laurel, MS)
1930 Robert Wagner, actor (Detroit, MI)
1939 Roberta Flack, singer (Black Mountain, NC)
1946 Donovan (Leitch), singer/songwriter (Glasgow, Scotland)
1950 Mark Spitz, Olympic champion swimmer (Modesto, CA)
1955 Greg Norman, golfer (Melbourne, Australia)
1961 George Stephanopoulos, TV commentator and former presidential adviser (Fall River, MA)

McTag was right about Samedi. The question was "follower of Samedi" (Saturday) and the answer was Dimanche (Sunday), but
Letty's story was fascinating.

Damn, Raggedy. Don't you just hate it when them Brits is right?

For Dan Lucas who first explained to me about Roberta's Song:


Struming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy with his song
killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
and so i came to see
and listen for a while

and there he was this younge boy
a stranger to my eyes
Struming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy with his song
killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letter
and read eachone out loud
I prayed that he would finish
but he just kept right on
Struming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy with his song
killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly with his song

he sang as if he knew me
In all my darkness fair
and then he looked right through me
as if i wasn't there
and he kept on singing
singing clear and strong
Struming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy with his song
killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly with his song

ohhhhhhhhhhh oohhhhhhh...lalalal..ohhhh lalaaaaaaa

Struming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy with his song
killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life
with his words
killing me (softly)

he was strumming my pain
yeah he was seing my life
killing me softly with his song
killing em softly with his song
telling my whole life with his words

That song was about Don McLean who also sang Vincent in reference to Vincent VanGogh

I'm back on the radio, people.

Hi, it's been a long time, you're looking fine,
Proud as any woman should be, proud of womankind.
My, your hair is longer now, it's prettier by far,
Hope you don't feel too unusual riding in my flash car.
Hi, it's been a long time, you're looking good,
Proud as any woman should be, proud of womanhood.
Changes, many I've been through, pretty much like you,
Now as then I feel it would be pretty to touch you.
Hi, it's been a long time, you're looking fine,
Proud as any woman should be, proud of womankind.
Changes, many I've been through, pretty much like you,
Now as then I feel it would be pretty to touch you.
Hi, it's been a few years, you're looking down,
Dragged as any hippie should be in old hippie town.
My, your eyes are sadder now, it's understandable,
I'm amazed you spend your days keeping up all the "cod".
Hi, it's been a long time
Hi, it's been a long time
Hi, it's been a long time
Hi, it's been a long time
Hi, it's been a long

Hey, Houston. We DON'T have a problem! <smile>

What was the name of that song and who sang it?

Incidentally, listeners. We may go down for a bit due to maintenance.

Hi It's Been a Long Time, written, performed by Donovan (Leitch).

Radio has gone visual. Here's a test of your viewing ability.


Thought you might enjoy this test...

THIS IS CRAZY, YOU HAVE TO TRY THIS!

Alzheimer's Test-

Count the "F's" in the following text:

FINISHED FILES ARE THE RE-
SULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIF-
IC STUDY COMBINED WITH THE
EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...(see below)








Managed it ?
Scroll down only after you have counted them, okay?
Do you think there are three?

How many ? 3?






Wrong, there are 6 !!--no joke.
Read it again.
The reasoning behind it is further down.





The brain cannot process "OF"
Incredible or what ? Go back and look again!!
Anyone who counts all 6 "F's" on the first go is a genius.
Three is normal, four is quite rare.

Wow! edgar. Amazing. Well, at least I'm normal.

I got the score it called 'rare.'

That's because, edgar, my friend. You are rare. <smile> and did I mention bright?

I kept pouring over it, knowing there was a trick, but I just couldn't get them all.

One of my all-time fav recording artists left us much too soon. Marty Robbins.

Don't Worry


Don't worry 'bout me, it's all over now --
Though I may be blue, I'll manage somehow.
Love can't be explained, can't be controlled --
One day it's warm, next day it's cold.

Don't pity me 'cause I'm feelin blue;
Don't be ashamed, it might have been you.
Oh-oh-oh, oh, love,
Kiss me one time, then go, love,
I'll understand, don't worry 'bout me.

(musical interlude)

Sweet, sweet, sweet love, I want you to be
As happy as I when you loved me.
I'll never forget you, your sweet memory --
It's all over now, don't worry 'bout me.

When one heart tells one heart, one heart good-bye,
One heart is free; one heart will cry.
Oh-oh-oh, oh, sweet, sweet baby, sweet baby, sweet,
It's all right -- don't worry 'bout me

Ah, Marty Robbins, listeners. That takes me back. The Big Iron on his hip, or something of that nature.

How's this for pre cognition:

I was surfing the TV looking for a decent movie to watch, and what should be playing in the background but Vincent.
Vincent Song Lyrics
-

Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.

Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.

What a perfect ending to an almost perfect day, listeners.