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All of them made me smile, bio Bob, see?



Hey, edgar. Thanks for telling us that the song was by Elvis. I think by then, that many had left the building. No one answered my question about the etymology of honky tonk, either.

I need to run through your bio's again, hawkman, so I'll return to respond.

i've been otherwise occupied, but thought i'd drop in with an old, old Stones number:

I want you back again
I want your love again
I know you find it hard to reason with me
But this time it's different, darling you'll see
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me

You said we're through before
You walked out on me before
I tried to tell you, but you didn't want to know
This time you're different and determined to go
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me

I wait as the days go by
I long for the nights to go by
I hear the knock on my door that never comes
I hear the telephone that hasn't rung
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me

Well, listeners, I believe that we knew all of the biographies, and the only one that I was not familiar with was the horseman known as Billy.

AHA! now I recall Matthew Broderick. He was a kid in Lady Hawk. (can you believe that?).



The theme music was fantastic in that flic.

Mr. Turtle. Welcome back, dear, and thanks for the old stones at home. <groan>

Perhaps our turtle man has become too, too contemplative, folks, which is what happens when we put a turtle on a chess board. <smile>

Ladyhawke is a favorite of mine. Not only Matthew Broderick but Rutger Hauer was great in the heroic role. Leo Mckern was wonderful as the hermit priest. In a beautiful, quiet segment of the film Ladyhawke (a red tailed hawk BTW) flies across a small pond just above the water surface with the tips of her wings dipping into the water with each downbeat leaving twin circles as if caused by tiny oars.

Very poetic, Bob. Had I known you back then, I would have watched with eager eyes for that red tailed hawk. <smile>

Honky tonk
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A vintage belt buckle from Gilley's, a large honky tonk featured in the movie Urban Cowboy.A Honky tonk was originally a type of bar common throughout the southern United States, also called honkatonks, honkey-tonks, tonks or tunks. The term has also been attached to various styles of 20th-century American music.

Derivation
The Oxford English Dictionary states that the origin of the word honky tonk is unknown. According to one theory of the origin of the phrase, "Tonks" were originally specifically African American institutions; similar establishments that catered to Whites acquired the name Honky Tonk, from the slang honky, referring to a white person. As there are multiple examples of oral history and writings by African Americans born in the 19th century referring to African American establishments as "honkey tonks" or "honk-a-tonks", some historic linguists dispute this suggested derivation.

The "tonk" portion of the name may well have come from a brand name of piano. One American manufacturer of a large upright pianos was the firm of William Tonk & Bros. (established 1881) made a piano with the decal "Ernest A. Tonk". These upright grand pianos were made in Chicago and New York and were called Tonk pianos. Some found their way to Tin Pan Alley and may have given rise to the expression of "honky tonk bars".

Thanks, Try. The background of words is always a fascinating topic, methinks.

A Japanese professor who taught at Berkeley clued me in to the word "funky" which he said, meant being tacky on purpose.

I like this song, and it goes out to Booman, who appreciated the reverse side of the coin: Miss him here.




JAMES BROWN
Play That Funky Music White Boy

Once I was a boogie singer
Playin` in a Rock & Roll Band
I never had no problems
Burnin` down the night stands

And everything around me,
Got to stop to feelin` so low
And I decided quickly,
Yes I did
To disco down and check out the show

Yeah they were
Dancin` and singin`
and movin` to the groovin`
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till you die
Till you die ,
oh till you die

I tried to understand this
I thought that they were outta their minds
How could I be so foolish
To not See I was the one behind

So still I kept on fighting
Loosing every step by the way
I said, I must go back there
In Jackessee still the things are the same

When they were
Dancin` and singin`
and movin` to the groovin`
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till you die
Till you die,
oh till you die

SOLO

At first it wasn`t easy
Changed in Rock`n`Roll at mind
The things won`t get `n shaking
I thought I have to leave it behind

But now it`s so much better
I`m funking out and out by the way
Well, I`ll never loose that feeling
How I learned by lesson yeahea

When they were
Dancin` and singin`
and movin` to the groovin`
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till you die
Till you die,
oh till you die

That`s all
Play that funky music...
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right

as long as we're discussing reptiles, it's not as bad as putting a chameleon on a chess board.

I had always heard checker board, Yit. but then, I'm an "exchequer" player, myself.

Hey, folks, we always enjoy a little "sounding" and "signifying" on our radio.

That cat was a Cheshire cat, I believe.
Nice smile.

Ah, McTag. Yes it was. Didn't that odd little fellow totally disappear except for the smile?

Love this haiku, listeners.


Spring begins shyly
With one hairpin of green grass
In a flower pot.

Guess the author, listeners.

I guess Letty.

which, means, listeners, that McTag is not familiar with Richard Wright. <smile>Either that, or he's up to his old Machesterian fun.



What a fantastic writer, folks.

I am not sure he wrote:

Spring has sprung
The grass has riz
I wonder where them
Birdies iz?

Are you certain of that Try? Hmmm. Need to do further research, I GUESS!

From "Haiku: This Other World", 1998


Selected for Hungarian translation by Gabor Terebess


Richard Wright's self portrait outside Normandy, France, circa 1959.



Richard Wright, one of the early forceful and eloquent spokesmen for black Americans, author of "Native Son," and "Black Boy", was also, it turns out, a major poet. During the last eighteen months of his life, he discovered and became enamored of haiku, the strict seventeen-syllable Japanese form. Wright became so excited about the discovery that he began writing his own haiku, in which he attempted to capture, through his sensibility as an African American, the same Zen discipline and beauty in depicting man's relationship, not to his fellow man as he had in his fiction, but to nature and the natural world.

In all, he wrote over 4,000 haiku, from which he chose, before he died, the 817 he preferred. Rather than a deviation from his self-appointed role as spokesman for black Americans of his time, Richard Wright's haiku, disciplined and steeped in beauty, are a culmination: not only do they give added scope to his work but they bring to it a universality that transcends both race and color without ever denying them.

Wright wrote his haiku obsessively--in bed, in cafes, in restaurants, in both Paris and the French countryside. His daughter Julia believes, quite rightly, that her father's haiku were "self-developed antidotes against illness, and that breaking down words into syllables matched the shortness of his breath." They also offered the novelist and essayist a new form of expression and a new vision: with the threat of death constantly before him, he found inspiration, beauty, and insights in and through the haiku form. The discovery and writing of haiku also helped him come to terms with nature and the earth, which in his early years he had viewed as hostile and equated with suffering and physical hunger. Fighting illness and frequently bedridden, deeply upset by the recent loss of his mother, Ella, Wright continued, as his daughter notes, "to spin these poems of light out of the gathering darkness."

the entire version i've heard is:

spring has sprung
the grass has rizz,
i wonder where
the birdies is?

the bird is on the wing,
now isn't that absurd
i always heard
the wing was on the bird

Well, dj. You wrote that? I'll declare.

Lightwizard and I discussed the idea of unlikey heroes on the Crash2005 thread, and he decided that the role of the characters was a bit of a hyperbole.

Would you have done this listeners?


Wad of Cash Found in New Orleans Home Tue Mar 21, 9:48 AM ET



NEW ORLEANS - Trista Wright was spending her spring break cleaning out hurricane-damaged homes when she discovered some unusual papers among the moldy plaster board and debris.



"I started raking it out of the air conditioner vent. I thought it was garbage and I was going to shovel it up, but I bent down to pick it up, and it was a stack of $100 bills, and then more and more kept coming," the 19-year-old said Tuesday on CNN.

By an unofficial count, it was more than $30,000.

Wright and fellow students notified the organizers of their church mission, who told the St. Bernard Parish Sheriff's Office.

The woman who owned the house, who has asked that she not be identified, was as shocked as Wright.

"She was speechless," said Wright, an Armstrong Atlantic State University student was among 175 Georgia college students spending their week off volunteering in the city's Arabi area

no i didn't write it, i just remember hearing it as a kid, probably from my father who loved nonsense poems and songs

one of my father's favourite jokes when i was young revolved around his speculating about hearing a certain hymn at church, he'd say

do you suppose they'll play that song about the happy woodland creature, with the eye problems?

to which we would reply..........?

anybody know