NONKINSENSE
Adventures of an Analog Man in the Digital Universe, with a little help from my friends and relations.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
I don't remember if I answered your last e-mail, but the news about your new job is wonderful . Hope you like it and use it as a stepping stone to a beautiful new future.
Starting out is not the easiest, but with your integrity and intelligence, we are certain that you will be extremely successful in the future.
We wish you all the best of good luck always. Best wishes to Norris. Please keep in touch.
We love to hear from you.
Love,
Selma & Morris
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Simon, Garfunkel and Harrison ?
No not George, playing on an early Saturday Night Live, but, the memory of Michael sitting comfortably for free(not for Free, the band with Paul Rodgers ) in Central Park amongst millions in the lawn chair he brought...If these sons of Queens get together again, they should say: "Goodbye to Lori, the Queen of Bayside not Corona." ....Me And Julio Down By The School Yard The MaMa pajama rolled outa bed and she ran to the police station When the PaPa found out he began to shout and he started the investigation well it's against the law it was against the law what the mama sawit was against the law the mama looked down and she spit on the ground every time the name gets mentioned the papa said "oy if I get that boy I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention well, I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way I'm takin my time but I don't know where good-bye to Rosie the queen of carona ( the site spelled it wrong) see you me and julio down by the school yard see you me and julio down by the school yard In acouple of days they come to take me away but the press let the story leakand when the radical priest come to get me relasedwell we was all on the cover of newsweek well, I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way I'm takin my time but I don't know where good-bye to Rosie the queen of caronasee you me and julio down by the school yard see you me and julio down by the school ya..
Words & music by Paul Simon In my little town I grew up believ--ing God keeps His eye on us all And He used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord I recall My little town Coming home after school Flying my bike past the gates Of the factories My mom doing the laundry Hanging our shirts In the dirty breeze And after it rains There's a rainbow And all of the colors are black It's not that the colors aren't there It's just imagin-ation they lack Everything's the same Back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town In my little townI never meant nothin'I was just my fathers son Saving my money Dreaming of glory Twitching like a finger On the trigger of a gun Leaving nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town Repeat and fade:Nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town .
know we did this one in some form before, but, can you add to this list ? 1-The Ramones 2-Simon and Garfunkel 3-Cyndi Lauper ...Thank you.Ira from Kings County.
Leslie West comes to mind but without looking up some guesses on AMG, that's it. Donny
Friday, July 29, 2005
Far Out, August 1st.
Hey Lori and Randy as well for that matter, I just had to come back to say FAR OUT, Az in droissen iz a vint, flit dos mist hoich. We both, Lori and I, that is, were born on August 1st; how cool is that! Az Got vil ainem dos hartz opshtoissen, it er im a groissen saichel. Loved the term paper on the Big E.
Last Will & Testament of Jerry GarciaTABLE OF CONTENTSWILL OF JEROME J. GARCIAREVOCATION OF PRIOR WILLSDECLARATIONSCOMMUNITY PROPERTYPERSONAL PROPERTYGUITARSDISTRIBUTION OF RESIDUE OF ESTATEULTIMATE DISTRIBUTIONTRUSTEE'S POWERSPAYMENT OF TAXES AND EXPENSESNO CONTEST CLAUSESPENDTHRIFT PROVISIONEXECUTOR'S APPOINTMENT AND POWERSTRUSTEE'S APPOINTMENT AND COMPENSATIONGUARDIANDELAYED DISTRIBUTIONDEFINITIONSWILL OF JEROME J. GARCIAI, JEROME J. GARCIA, also known as JERRY GARCIA, a resident of Marin County, California, hereby make, publish and declare this to be my Last Will and Testament.FIRST REVOCATION OF PRIOR WILLSI revoke all Wills and Codicils heretofore made by me.SECOND DECLARATIONSI declare that I am married; my wife's name is DEBORAH KOONS. We have no children by our marriage. I have four children now living from prior relationships, namely HEATHER GARCIA KATZ, born December 8, 1963, ANNABELLE WLAKER GARCIA, born February 2, 1970, THERESA ADAMS GARCIA, born September 21, 1974, and KEELIN GARCIA, born December 20, 1987. I have no deceased children leaving issue, and I have not adopted any children. The terms ``child'' or ``children'' as used in this Will shall refer only to my children and if any person shall claim and establish any right to participate in my estate other than as provided in this Will, whether as heir or in any other capacity whatsoever, I give and bequeath to each such person the sum of One Dollar ($1.00).THIRD COMMUNITY PROPERTYI declare my intention to dispose of all property, real and personal, of which I have the right to dispose by Will, including any and all property as to which I may have at the time of my death a power of appointment by Will. I confirm to my wife her interest in our community property. It is my intention by this Will to dispose of all my separate Property and of my one-half (1/2) interest in our community property.FOURTH PERSONAL PROPERTYExcept as specifically provided hereinbelow, I give my jewelry, clothing, household furniture and furnishings, personal automobiles, books, pictures, objects of art and other tangible articles of a personal nature, or my interest in such property, which I may have at the time of my death, not otherwise specifically disposed of by this Will or in any other manner, together with any insurance on such property, to my wife, if she survives me for sixty (60) days, and if she does not, then to such of my children, by representation, who survive me for sixty (60) days in equal shares as they shall agree, or as my Executor shall, in my Executor's discretion, determine if my children do not agree within one hundred fifty (150) days of my death.In the absence of a conflict of interest, my Executor shall represent any child under age eighteen (18) in matter relating to any distribution under this Article FOURTH, including selection of the assets that shall constitute that child's share, and my Executor may, in my Executor's discretion, sell for the child's account any part of that child's share. Any property or its proceeds distributable to a child under age eighteen (18) pursuant to this Paragraph may be delivered without bond to the guardian of such child or to any suitable person with whom he or she resides or who has the care or control of him or her.If neither my wife nor any of my children shall survive me, then this gift shall lapse and such property, and any insurance thereon, shall become part of the residue of my estate.FIFTH GUITARSI give all my guitars made by DOUGLAS ERWIN, to DOUGLAS ERWIN, or to his estate if he predeceases me.
Indian Queens, Happy Birthday Lori.
'Indian Queens' Nick Lowe
I'm going back to Indian Queens Cause it's been so long And I've gone wrong every place I've been I left it all in Indian Queens So I'm gonna go back and see if it's still there in Indian Queens
I left there age 18 and soon found myself on the pitching deck Of a freighter bound for panama by way of Santa martin There I got in murderous fight So I skipped north to Canada I worked for a couple in Yellowknife But the woman caused me to move on
I'm going back to Indian Queens Cause its been so long And I've gone wrong every other place I've been I left it all in Indian Queens So I'm gonna go back and see if it's still there in Indian Queens
Drinking and brawling I drifted south Where I worked the rigs off Galveston One day a shark took a diver's leg And I dove in and drug him out He said he's leave me everything But he died before he could sign a will
now I'm going back to Indian Queens To see what there's still there for me
I'm going back to Indian Queens Cause its been so long And I've gone wrong every other place I've been I left it all in Indian Queens So I'm gonna go back and see if it's still there in Indian Queens... Nick Lowe
Before I forget, loved the term paper on the Big E...Happy Birthday Lori! - I know it's a couple of days early, but, I get Nervous on the Road, But Couldnt Stay at Home and forget, August 1...Time Wounds All Heals, I used to say, but, it's nice to be touch again, even after The Rose of England...Did those two guys, actually, think, that they could leave the party because they had to get up early on Sunday morning ?
Thursday, July 28, 2005
RAMP AGENT ??? TONY, you are so full of shit, you expect me to believe that you did not get home to Rockville until 2:40 AM; it was after, because you went to the Broadway Diner, again, for a Turkey Burger Deluxe after working at the Airport until 1 AM because all flights were late due to the Weather....WHAT ABOUT THE MONEY TONY, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE MONEY... CSR / RAMP AGENT, MY ASS!...Here's two words you won't be hearing: GOOD JOB! and don't try to buy some self respect with your four not five canolis for the family... Meadow and AJ are laughin' at you... Not for nothin' do you honestly think anybody still gives a flying fuck what you do, you overweight Baggage loadin' and un-loadin', Tug Drivin', Cabin Bin Knee Pad wearin', Aircraft Crawlin' for gum wrappers and Pretzels, Cleanin' out of shape, flop swettin' piece of shit, even with Gloria as your trainer and Jennifer with the Acupunture ? ...How long before this one bites the dust and you're left with nothin' but your incessant On-line Jerkin' off ? You know you should have walked away after that fuckin' fiacso in Lanham..And another thing, you've been away from your friggin' Blog for so long, who the fuck, cares about all these Birthdays during the Summer for Big Pussy's friends?
NEW YORK, NY -- The Conference Board Help-Wanted OnLine Data Series -- which made its debut July 19 -- shows that there were just over 2 million first-time, online job postings appearing on major Internet job boards in June. This figure is essentially unchanged from May and up from 1.8 million new job ads posted online in April. That means there were 1.39 new online jobs advertised for every 100 people in the labor force (which includes people now working and those seeking jobs).
The Conference Board's new online data series provides a monthly count of unduplicated help-wanted job ads posted for the first time on over 1,200 major Internet job boards, including the largest boards as well as some smaller boards that serve niche markets and smaller geographic areas.
Janet Norwood, former Commissioner of the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics said: "This new online help-wanted series is another in the broad array of economic data published by The Conference Board. The Conference Board is to be congratulated on its use of the latest technology in data collection and on its willingness to stimulate user comments to assist The Board in its continuous efforts to improve the quality of its data."
Yes, Master Wayne, I sent out the e-mail about Rock n' Rollers from Queens, Gotham City, in anticipation of the Birthday on August 1st, that Ronnie made me aware of...Leslie West was included...And if I may remind you, again, Lori was in Buffalo studying for Finals during your Bar Mitzvah in 1975, along with Randy, Ronnie, Bert, Fruit Mouse and the King...And thank you for asking, I'm doing fine here in Napier, Illinois, home to the largest community of retired Gotham City British Butlers in the United States... One additional item, pardon my ignorance, Master Wayne, who exactly , was the Big E ?
Not at all. August 1st. By the way, a sad addendum from yesterday. I also found out that British keyboardist/guitarist Ken Craddock (Mark-Almond Band, Lindesfarne, Alan White (Solo)) was killed in a car crash in Portugal in May, 2002. He wrote and sang my favorite song from my favorite Mark-Almond album (Rising) entitled "I'll Be Leaving Soon" (Jon Mark was usually the lead vocalist). Mark-Almond was/is a favorite of Fred's and mine especially Rising and Mark-Almond II.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
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Hurricane Dennis (This is for real. Notice the suggestions for fine dining at the bottom of the page.Dennishttp://www.wvwebsites.com/christ-the-king-motel/) tangled air travel when it hit the Southeast two weeks ago and sent thunderstorms across other parts of the country. On July 13, the FAA counted a record 3,657 delays, or about 3% of the day's 110,000 flights, agency spokesman Greg Martin said. The old record was 3,471 delays on June 14, 2001.
Blakey said the FAA needs to modernize air-traffic control to handle the growth. But, she said, "We don't have the money."
The amount of money that the FAA gets from taxes that travelers pay on each ticket for airport and traffic-control improvements has dwindled since the Sept. 11 attacks because people weren't flying until recently.
As a result, she said, The FAA doesn't inspect new aircraft as quickly as it used to and is considering limiting the operating hours of small airports.
And, she said, "We're not deploying next-generation technology because we don't have the money to do so.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
I pass the hat to Commander Starriders.
Hey Ira---
Hi Ira,
There are some changes to my available appointments this Friday. I have 9am, 1pm, and then anything from 3:30 on. I hope one of these times works for you. If not, let me know and I might be able to schedule the room on another day.
Thank you,
Love Hurts" is an old tune. Not sure who wrote it, but Emmy Lou first
learned (and recorded) it singing with Gram Parsons. I have a couple of
versions, including one of the early Gram Parsons (either with Grievous
Angels or FLying Burrito Brothers) recordings.
I can put both of them on the next CD of possible material.
dtf
Came out in 1998.
2 songs: I aint Living Long Like This (Rodney Crowell)
and Love Hurts
Buddy Miller is guitarist
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On the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again,
And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
Some people say a man
is made out of mud
A poor mans made
out of muscle and blood.
Muscle and blood,
and skin and bones
A mind thats weak
and a back thats strong.
You load sixteen tons
and what do you get?
Another day older
and deeper in debt.
St. Peter dont you call me
Cause I cant go.
I owe my soul to the company store.
I was born one morning
when the sun didnt shine.
I picked up my shovel
and I walked to the mine.
I loaded sixteen tons
of number nine coal.
And the store boss said
Well bless my soul.
Chorus You load sixteen tons..
I was born one morning
it was drizzling rain.
Fighting and trouble
are my middle name.
I was raised in the cambric
by an ol mama lion.
Cant know a high toned woman
make me walk the line.
Chorus You load sixteen tons..
If you see me coming
better step aside.
A lotta men didnt,
a lotta men died.
One fist of iron,
the other of steel.
If the right one dont get you
the left one will. Chorus You load sixteen tons..
Goin’ down down
Workin’ in a coal mine
Whew about to slip down
Five o’clock in the mornin’
I’m up before the sun
When my work day is over
I’m too tired for havin’ fun
Lord I am so tired
How long can this go on
I been workin’ goin’ workin’
Whew about to slip down
First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect
Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
You live you life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
You say you want to spend the winter in Firenza
You're so afraid to catch a dose of influenza
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
Canary in a coalmine
Canary in a coalmine
Canary in a coalmine
Now if I tell you that you suffer from delusions
You pay your analyst to reach the same conclusions
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
Canary in a coalmine
Canary in a coalmine
Canary in a coalmine
First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect
Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
ARTIST: Steve Miller
TITLE: Jet Airliner
Lyrics and Chords
Leavin' home, out on the road
I've been down before
Ridin' along on this big ol' jet plane
I've been thinkin' about my home
/ C - F C / F - C - / - - - - / F - C - /
But my love light seems so far away
And I feel like it's all been done
Somebody's try'n' to make stay
You know, I've got to be movin' on, oh
/ C - - - / Bb F C - / - - - - / Bb F C - /
{Refrain}
Big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, big ol' jet airliner
'Cause it's here that I've got to stay
/ Bb F C - / / / /
Good bye to all my friends at home
Good bye to people I've trusted
I've got to go out and make my way
I might get rich, you know, I might get busted
But my heart keeps callin' me backwards
As I get on the seven-oh-seven
Ridin' high, I got tears in my eyes
You know, you got to go through hell before you get to heaven
{Refrain}
Touchin' down in New England town
Feel the heat comin' down
I've got to keep on keepin' on
You know, the big wheel keeps a-spinnin' around
And I'm goin' with some hesitation
You know that I can surely see
That I don't want to get caught up in any of that
Funky shit goin' down in the city
{Refrain}
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
{Refrain}
Oh, big ol' jet airliner
Carry me to my home
Oh, big ol' jet airliner
'Cause it's there that I belong
Ira,
I was greatly saddened to read today about the deaths of three
music pioneers: John Herald, Eugene Record and Long John Baldry.
I had the pleasure of seeing John Herald at the Bottom Line leading
the crowd through his "Jon the Generator" (his take on John the Revelator)
and he also wrote a beautiful song about the last passenger pigeon in captivity
at the Cincinnati Zoo in 1911. John Herald was a Bluegrass/Folk pioneer. Eugene Record led, in IMHO,
the best of the 70's smooth soul bands, the Chi-Lites. He pioneered
the smooth vocal to recitation to falsetto vocal style and
was a great songwriter. My favorite is "Have You Seen Her?".
Again, IMHO, Long John Baldry was as much a pioneer of the
early 60's British Blues/R'N'B scene as Cyril Davies or Alexis
Korner. I came across a Steampacket album
(with Rod Stewart, Brian Auger and Julie Driscoll) that kicks ass. My favorite Long John Balry song is (of course) "Don't Lay No Boogie-Woogie On The King Of Rock'N'Roll". RIP to three pioneers.
Donny
Ira,
Check out Long John Baldry's website.
There are various MP3s under CD Rooms (sic) and Discography
including a complete album (Good To Be Alive).
Donny
Apple Plants a Seed to Help Raise Podcasting
By Rob PegoraroSunday, July 24, 2005; Page F09
What, you don't have a podcast yet?
That's this year's version of, "What, you don't have a blog yet?" Podcasts -- downloadable audio clips that you can listen to on your computer or on a digital music player such as an iPod -- are riding an extraordinary wave of hype.
Fast Forward Podcast
Where blogs are supposed to make newspapers obsolete, podcasts are supposed to turn radio into a dusty fossil.
And just as people last year were rushing to launch their own journals on the Web, folks are now jumping into podcasting. Former senator and vice presidential candidate John Edwards has a podcast, and so does Ward 2 D.C. Council member Jack Evans.
Given time, podcasts may very well live up to the most optimistic predictions offered about them. For now, though, the programming available in the pod-verse teems with both brilliance and boredom. The software needed to tune into this bounty also could use more work -- even after the improvements in Apple's new version of its iTunes music program.
The basic idea behind podcasting is to work around the annoying reality that until we get universal broadband Internet access, you can't tune into Internet radio in most of the places you'd like to.
Podcasters abandon real-time streaming over the Internet in favor of recording a program in advance, then letting users download it and listen to it on their own time. A podcast is essentially shrink-wrapped radio, almost always in the form of an MP3 audio file.
You can listen to that right in your Web browser, you can download it and play it on a computer later on, or you can copy it to an iPod or most other music players.
But listening to the wrong podcasts may leave you wondering why anybody bothers. It's not that mediocrity is so much more prevalent among podcasters than bloggers -- or newspaper reporters. It's just more obvious.
Simply speaking clearly and engagingly into a microphone is not always a natural skill. Podcasters can also routinely make rookie mistakes like forgetting to talk close enough to a microphone, or allowing feedback to screech into the recording.
Cleaning up the aural equivalent of typos -- "um," "er" and "uh" -- is far trickier in sound-recording software than in any word processor. Perhaps because editing after the fact takes so much time, many podcasters seem compelled to try to blitz through a podcast in a single take.
Scripts also often appear optional: Quite a few podcasts are ad-libbed -- even when their authors blather on for upwards of an hour.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Hey Wise Guys and The Soprano Crew, Don't call my brother, Big Pussy on his 50th Birthday, only I can do that.
(I USED TO BE A) BROOKLYN DODGER -Dion, who's BIrthday is also today, thanks to Paulie Walnuts for the contribution.
Yesterday somehow slipped by me
It died like an old forgotten friend
Didn't I just turn sixteen In May
Now thirty-five's just around the bend
I throw the dice in all of the alleys
C'mon baby, let 'em roll
And boys, If you weren't from Flatbush
Jack, you didn't have any soul
I used to be a Brooklyn Dodger
But I ain't a hitter anymore
You know I had a reputation
I loved to hear the home crowd roar
You know I never had a nickel
Just my freedom, girl, and the time
And now all I have Is a memory
Of a strut dodger in ins prime
Now Haley's comets are remembered
as flash across the sky
And if I had my leather jacket
I swear I'd give it all another try
I used lobe a Brooklyn Dodger
But I ain't a hitter anymore
You know I had a reputation
I loved to hear the home crowd roar
I used to be a Brooklyn Dodger
But I don't play there anymore. -
Friday, July 15, 2005
OK, Which one of you was responsible for Lavatory Services last night ?
Load up on guns Bring your friends It’s fun to lose And to pretend She’s overboard Myself assured I know I know A dirty word Hello (x 16)With the lights out it’s less dangerous Here we are now Entertain usI feel stupid and contagious Here we are now Entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yea I’m worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessedOur little group has always been And always will until the end Hello (x 16) With the lights out it’s less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now Entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yea And I forget Just what it takes And yet I guess it makes me smile I found it hard Its hard to find Oh well, whatever, nevermind Hello (x 16) With the lights out it’s less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are nowEntertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yea-smells like teen spirit, Nirvana.
Come here sister.....Papa's in the swingHe ain't too hip...about that new breed thing He ain't no drag Papa's got a brand new bag Come here mama....and dig this crazy scene He's not too fancy....but his mind is might cleanHe ain't no drag.Papa's got a brand new bagHe's doing the Jerk....He's doing the Fly Don't play him cheap 'cause you know he ain't shy He's doing the Monkey, the Mashed Potatoes, Jump back Jack, See you later alligator.Come here sister Papa's in the swing He ain't too hip nowbut I can dig that new breed babe;He ain't no dragHe's got a brand new bagOh papa! He's doing the Jerk Papa...he's doing the Jerk He's doing the twist ... just like this,He's doing the Fly ev'ry day and ev'ry night The thing's....like the Boomerang.Hey....come onHey! Hey.....come onHey! Hey....he's pu tight...out of sight...Come on. Hey! Hey!-James Brown
Hard to be in two places at once.
Ace - How Long Lyrics
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
Well, if friends with their fancy persuasion
Don't admit that it's part of a scheme,
Then I can't help but have my suspicions
'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem.
And you said you was never intending
To break up our singing this way,
But there ain't any use in pretending.
It could happen to us any day.
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
Oh, your friends with their fancy persuasion
Don't admit that it's part of a scheme.
But I can't help but have my suspicions
'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem.
Oh, you said you was never intending
To break up our singing this way,
But there ain't any use in pretending.
It could happen to us any day.
And how long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
How long?
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
How long?
How long has this been going on?
Fall 1973, The Who released the double album Quadrophenia composed by Pete Townshend with Moon singing
"Bell Boy." Quadrophenia is about the four-faceted Jimmy, a Mod from
1964-1965, who climbs on The Rock to examine his life. Each member
of The Who had a theme. Moon's theme was "a bloody lunatic, I'll
even carry your bags," needing the attention of others while
keeping up a front of self-containment at the same time.
"The Real Me," "Bell Boy" and "Love Reign O'er Me" are the
significant tracks. Moon also sang on "We Close Tonight" which was
released on the re-issue of Odds & Sods.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Forgive me, I think I was in Wisconsin, when it was Ronnie's Birthday, July 12th or 14th ? Happy Belated Birthday, Ronnie S. / O.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Wo, the coolest, guy in Milwaukee is Mike Desmond followed closely by Steve Dressen and his Dangerous Goods and Hazardous material. Of course the coolest guy the Fonze knows is Paulie Walnuts, who was actually wondering NU ?
We want to thank you for your interest in the above mentioned position. We
had many fine applicants for the position, including you. However, we have
filled the position with someone whose background and credentials we feel
best meet our needs at this time. We welcome you to apply for any future
positions we have available that match your skills and experience.
Sincerely,
Human Resources Department
Milwaukee Brewers Baseball Club
'Starman" is another of Bowie's space themed songs.
Sounds like you have your hands full with this new job, good luck with it, hope to hook up and play some music with you again at some point.
steve
Actually, it was a vague reference to you current employment. How about Looking for Satellites as the Bowie Fifth. With all due respect to James Brown (Hey!), Warren Haynes is the hardest working man in Rock 'N' Roll. I hope the job works well for you.
Donny
Saturday, July 02, 2005
I'm just trying to tickle the funnybone and the keys while tinkling with the Void while I'm gone...Thank you Glenn for the pictures from 6/24/05
Running’ through the backwood, bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin’,
Chasin’ down a hoodoo there.
Chasin’ down a hoodoo there.
One of America's great national pastimes
Is drinking a Coke
Taking a smoke
Telling a joke
One of America's great national pastimes
Is playing ball
Taking it all
And thinking so small
But the great taste of Coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired
The weary and the sore
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired
The weary and the sore
One of America's great national pastimes
Is chocolate fudge
Carrying a grudge
Bribing a judge
One of America's great national pastimes
Is poisoning rain
Acting insane
Inflicting pain
But the great taste of Coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired
The weary and the sore
The great taste of Coke has refreshed players The hot and tired
The weary and the..
One of America's great national pastimes
Is the worship of speed
Planting her seeds
Taking more than she needs
One of America's great national pastime
Is cutting the grass
Grabbing some ass
Living too fast
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players The hot and tired
The weary and the sore
The great taste of Coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired
The weary and the sore
#5 , this just in Van the Man's Almost Independence Day...and this Dylan tune, that Richard Manuel and or Rick Danko may have a co-credit, perhaps, Robbie, that I heard Saturday off my The Band Boxed Set as I drove down to Rockville with "Tears of Rage" which also applies better to parents, sons and daughters...
I heard this for the first time today (Ry Cooder's "Rally Around the Flag,") This bit of jingoism is turned into a mournful dirge for the U.S.A. (bringing tears to my eyes) by Ry Cooder with empathetic piano accompaniment by Randy Newman. Have a safe and happy 4th.
Donny
Friends, Roman, Countrymen performing Love Shack 6/24/05...Fred Schnieder of the B-52's celebrated a birthday on July 1.
Almost Independence Day: Almost Independence Day
I can hear them calling way from Oregon
I can hear them calling way from Oregon
And it's almost Independence Day
Me and my lady, we go steppin' (we go steppin')
We go steppin' way out on China town
All to buy some Hong Kong silver
And the wadin' rushing river (we go steppin')
We go out on the, out on the town tonight
I can hear the fireworks
I can hear the fireworks
I can hear the fireworks
Up and down the, up and down the San Francisco bay
Up and down the, up and down the San Francisco bay
I can hear them echoing
I can hear, I can hear them echoing
Up and down the, up and down the San Francisco bay
I can see the boats in the harbor (way across the harbor)
Lights shining out (lights shining out)
And a cool, cool night
And a cool, cool night across the harbor
I can hear the fireworks
I can hear the people, people shouting out
I can hear the people shouting out (up and down the line)
And it's almost Independence Day
I can see the lights way out in the harbor
And the cool, and the cool, and the cool night
And the cool, and the cool, and the cool night breeze
And I feel the cool night breeze
And I feel, feel, feel the cool night breeze
And the boats go by
And it's almost Independence Day
And it's almost, and it's almost Independence Day
Way up and down the line
Way up and down the line...
Friday, July 01, 2005
I don't quite understand, despite being a New Yorker for so many years now, but, this Nonkinsense guy wants me to say the following on July 1, 2005: Dear Mr. Ostrow: I would like to take this opportunity in wishing you a joyous birthday celebration. I remember back to the time I had you my World History Class and found you to be an exemplary student. Up until now I have never had the opportunity to express to the fullest my opinion of you. I found you to be a student of impeccable character with high scholastic ability. While, Mr. Brian A. King and the others of his ilk would ridicule me to my face, you behaved like a true gentleman and you only poked fun of me behind my back. This is indicative of your strong moral fibre. You may wonder why it has taken so long for me to contact you my friend. You see, I am not a well man any more. Soon after you graduated I was coerced into a fixed bridge game by fellow Stuyvesant alumnus Michael Harrison, where I proceeded to lose my shirt and my Columbia Blazer as well. Now, as I lie on my deathbed and see my life flash before my eyes, I have one last request from you, my most cherised student. Please rise and sing with me "OUR STRONG BAND".... Thank you very much for that stirring rendition, it brings a tear to my eye. In my last remaining days here on earth please don't be afraid to call me, so we can relive those historic moments we have spent. IN closing, it is a pleasure to have known such an exceptional person as yourself...LET'S HIT IT BOYS! - Hank
What a Crew back then in front of Three Star, isn't that JD lower middle ? Hey, mushaganna nephew, you covered Lynn Goodman and not for nothin' we're on Avenue U, can somebody get me some real Chow Mein for Christ sake with vegetables, chicken or shrimp and not with low mein noodles!
Kid, I get it, phone home, then phone you or even Norris, because, he's not getting any younger and he still won't have a PC or cell phone for eons...what is that et you heard something transmitted through the galaxies a long time ago, what is it - George has a table for two at Three Star, deuces ? - the King's tape recorder is broken again ? - no, then what:
King: Je suis le roi.
Bel: Je suis le captain.
Cram: I'm Cram.
Mouse: je m'appelle fruit mouse' fellow...
ET WHAT IS THE FRUIT MOUSE SAYING ? - YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND A SINGLE WORD, BECAUSE HE'S MUMBLING or because he's not communicating with Uncle Jun, these days?- Hey it's Friday, I suppose by sun-down, nobody will hear from him outside of the Shul.