Amboy, Indiana

The Hellcat aka my loverly wife Helen and I went down to da new French restaurant dat opened up in da Birney Plaze right in da spot where Dino and Donnie's Pasta Hut used ta be. Ya know, right next ta da coin laundromat. It was called Haricots Sec. The owner and chef is a man named Anatole. After meeting him in da restaurant, I learned that he had moved onto Wisteria Lane and in fact was our new next door neighbor.
In the chats I have had with this wonder man over da picket fence[because I have ta keep pickin it up], I have always found his English fluent, but a bit on the mixed side. He worked for Mr. Bingo Brunashevski [successful entrpener for a chain of bingo halls in Sout Korea] for a time before coming to Scranton, and no doubt he picked up a good deal of spicey English from Bingo. Before that, he had been a couple of years with Bill Gates and had studied under his chauffeur, one of the Maloneys of Brooklyn. So, what with Bingo and what with Maloney, he is, as dey say, fluent but a bit mixed. Da following is a transcript of his statement after he filed a complaint against me wid da police department.

He spoke, in part, as follows:

"Hot dog! You ask me what is it? Listen. Make some attention a little. Me, I have hit the hay, but I do not sleep so good, and presently I wake and up I look, and there is one who make faces against me through the dashed window. Is that a pretty affair? Is that convenient? If you think I like it, you jolly well mistake yourself. I am so mad as a wet hen. And why not? I am somebody, isn't it? This is a bedroom, what-what, not a house for some apes? Then for what do blighters sit on my window so cool as a few cucumbers, making some faces?"

I say I see this type on my window, making a few faces. But what then? Does he buzz off when I shout a cry, and leave me peaceable? Not on your life. He remain planted there, not giving any damns, and sit regarding me like a cat watching a duck. He make faces against me and again he make faces against me, and the more I command that he should get to hell out of here, the more he do not get to hell out of here. He cry something towards me, and I demand what is his desire, but he do not explain. Oh, no, that arrives never. He does but shrug his head. What damn silliness! Is this amusing for me? You think I like it? I am not content with such folly. I think the poor mutt's loony. Je me fiche de ce type infect. C'est idiot de faire comme ça l'oiseau.... Allez-vous-en, louffier.... Tell the boob to go away. He is mad as some March hatters."

"It's all right," I said. "I taught it was da kitchen and dat you were cooking some new recipes because da smells dat were coming from your house were wonderful!"

I had said the wrong thing.

"All right? Nom d'un nom d'un nom! The hell you say it's all right! Of what use to pull stuff like that? Wait one half-moment. Not yet quite so quick, my old sport. It is by no means all right. See yet again a little. It is some very different dishes of fish. I can take a few smooths with a rough, it is true, but I do not find it agreeable when one play larks against me on my windows. That cannot do. A nice thing, no. I am a serious man. I do not wish a few larks on my windows. I enjoy larks on my windows worse as any. It is very little all right. If such rannygazoo is to arrive, I do not remain any longer in this house no more. I buzz off and do not stay planted."

Well, he dropped da charges after he came over ta da house and had a bowl of da Hellcat's Mystical Chili. He said that he had a wonderful dream of his childhood in the south of France, a dream that he hadn't had in years.

Playlist

My Blue Heaven Artie Shaw
King Porter Stomp / Benny Goodman
Mission to Moscow/ Benny Goodman
No Woman No Cry (Live)Bob Marley & The Wailers Legend
Blue Skies Count Basie Classic Count
The World Is Waiting For The Sunrise Doc Cheatham & Nicholas Payton
Hello Stranger Queen Latifah The Dana Owens Album

Lionel Hampton And His Orchestra Playboy (1946) Lionel Hampton vib dir. Joe Wilder Richard ''Duke'' Garrette Leo Sheppard Joe Morris Wendell Culley Jimmy Nottingham t, Jimmy Wormick Booty Wood Andrew Penn Al Hayse tb, Bobby Plater Ben Kynard as, Arnett Cobb Johnny Griffin ts, Charlie Fowlkes bar Coral
Cab Calloway And His Orchestra Ratamacue (1939) Vocalion, 4700
Maxine Sullivan Jackie Boy (1939) VICTOR 26372
Red Nichols And His Five Pennies Dick Winfree - Phil Boutelje China Boy (1930) Red Nichols, Ruby Weinstein, Charlie Teagarten, trumpets; Jack Teagarten, Glenn Miller, trombones; Benny Goodman, Sid Stoneburn, Babe Russin, reeds; Joe Sullivan, piano; Teg Brown, guitar; Artie Miller, bass; Gene Krupa, drums
Hit 188 of 1930 E33306A Brunswick 4877
NOMO - Live @ KEXP 5/19/2009 Invisible Cities

* Elliot Bergman
* Erik Halll
* Quin Kirchner
* Dan Bennett
* Justin Walter
* Jamie Saltsman
Knyaz Mishkin Na Kuccyu Parts 1-7 Lavon Narushevich – guitar Viktar Siamashka – wind instruments Zmicier Padbiarezski – declamation
Self-Conscious Guy (1951)Coronet Instructional Films

Shoals is a town in Center and Halbert townships, Martin County, Indiana, United States. The population was 807 at the 2000 census. The city is the county seat of Martin County[3]. Home of rodeo champ Roger Atkison

Shoals is best known for the Jug Rock, the USA's largest free-standing table rock formation East of the Mississippi River. The Shoals Catfish Festival is held annually on the July 4th holiday weekend.
Playlist
YOU DON’T LEARN THAT IN SCHOOL / KING COLE TRIO
From A School Ring To A Wedding Ring / Rover Boys
LOVE AND LEARN / ART SHAW AND HIS NEW MUSIC
After School / Tommy Charles
I LEARNED A LESSON I’LL NEVER FORGET / 5 RED CAPS
I LEARNED ABOUT LOVE FROM HER / CAB CALLOWAY & HIS ORCH
Open Up Your Heart (And Let The Sunshine In) / Cowboy Church Sunday School
AFTER SCHOOL SWING SESSION / LOUIS JORDAN & HIS TYMPANI 5
In The Little Red School House / American Quartet
AN APPLE FOR THE TEACHER (vLT) / CHARLIE BARNET & HIS ORCH
CAN’T TEACH MY HEART NEW TRICKS / BENNY GOODMAN & HIS ORCH
TEACH ME, TEACH ME BABY / GENE KRUPA
Teacher's Pet / DORIS DAY
TEACH ME HOW / STEVENS TRIO
Teach Me Tonight / DeCastro Sisters
Mama, Teach Me To Dance / Eydie Gorme
Teach Me Tonight / Dinah Washington
Fela Kuti - Teacher Don't teach Me No Nonsense
New Seekers - I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing
Buddy Rich Preach and Teach

Earl Park Indiana

Greta Matassa, The Song Is You
Earl Hines The Father's Getaway Bluenote, BN005
Earl Hines Reminiscing At Blue Note Bluenote, BN005
Earl Hines Swingtette Lazy Mornin'/Keyboard Kapers MGM, 10382
Earl Klugh Twinkle
Earl Hines (piano) A Monday Date (1928) OKeh, 8832
Earl Hines Fifty Seven Varieties (1928) OKeh, 8653
"Thanks For the Buggy Ride"Played by Earl Oliver's Jazz Babies (One of the many pseudonyms for Harry Reser and his Orchestra, Earl Oliver played the trumpet in Reser's orchestra.)Vocal Refrain by Tom Howard (A pseudonym for Tom Stacks, the drummer in Reser's orchestra.) Released in April, 1926.
Earl Hines & His Orchestra Sweet Ella May (1929) VICTOR, 22842
Earl Scruggs plays Fireball Mail on one of the Martha White shows in the 60's.
Earl Hines & His Orchestra Have You Ever Felt That Way? (1929) VICTOR, 38048
Duke of Earl - Gene Chandler
"Harlem Shuffle" is an R&B song originally written and recorded by the duo Bob & Earl (Bobby Relf and Earl Nelson) in 1963
"SLEEP," written by EARL LEBIEG, is played by the orchestra of Ben Selvin (1898 - 1980), who probably made more records than any other bandleader of the 78 rpm era.
Earl K. Brent will always be remembered primarily as the lyricist for the great torch song, “Angel Eyes,” written with Matt Dennis in 1946.Bruce Springsteen and Ella Fitzgerald.
Teddy Wilson & Earl Hines, Jazz piano Workshop in Berlin 1965
Earl Hines Orchestra Gator Swing (1939) BLUEBIRD, 10763
Earl Hines And His Orchestra In Swamp Lands (1940) Bluebird, B-11036

After working his farm out past Clarks Summit every day, Earl Lecherosky rarely had time to enjoy the large pond in the back that he had fixed up years earlier with picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and benches. So one evening he decided to go down and see how things were holding up. Much to his surprise, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. As he came closer he saw it was a group of young women skinny dipping in his pond.
He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end. One of the women shouted to him, "We're not coming out until you leave."
The old farmer replied, "I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim or make you get out of the pond naked. I only came down to feed the alligator."
Moral: Old age and treachery will always triumph over youth and skill.

Ray, Indiana

Raymond Scott And His New Orchestra The Peanut Vendor (1939) COLUMBIA 35364
Ray Anthony As Time Goes By (1952) Capitol 2104
Ray Noble And His Orchestra I've Got You Under My Skin (1936) VICTOR 25422
Doris Day And Johnnie Ray Feat. Paul Weston's Orchestra Ma Says, Pa Says (1952) COLUMBIA 39898
Spike Jones And His City Slickers Cocktails For Two (1945) V-DISC 348A2
Ray Anthony O Mein Papa (oh! My Papa) (1954) Capitol 2678
Ray Charles - Georgia On My Mind
Johnnie Ray A Sinner Am I (1952) COLUMBIA 39788
Ray Gelato with take on the Donald Fagen classic "Walk Between Raindrops"
Ray Barber Because Of You (1951) MERCURY 5643
Ray Pizzi plays Henry Mancini "Piece for Jazz Bassoon and Orchestra" live performance at Disney Hall, 2004
Ray Vega at Bern Jazz Festival
Ray Brown Trio feat. Regina Carter (violin) - Lady Be Good Larry Fuller - piano & George Fludas - drums from Ray's 75th Birthday Concert (2001).
Johnnie Ray Please Mr Sun COLUMBIA 39636
Ames Brothers Feat. Ray Bloch Orchestra String Along (1952) CORAL 60804

Ray

Ray Nowikowski had to be put in a nursing home da udder day and I went ta visit him der. His mind was pretty clear, but da early onset a diabetes was damagin his legs. He reminisced about his career as a physicist. He had studied at the University of Göttingen, the University of Copenhagen, the University of Hamburg, the ETH Zürich, da Swiss Federal Institute of Technology Zurich and Princeton University.
A bright young physicist, upon learning that he was denied tenure after six productive years at a University in San Francisco, Ray requested a meeting with the Provost for an explanation, and a possible appeal.
At the meeting, the Provost told Ray, " I'm sorry to tell you that the needs of the University have shifted somewhat, during the past six-years leading up to your tenure decision. In point of fact, what we now require is a female, condensed-matter experimentalist. Unfortunately, you are a male, high-energy theorist!"
Dejected but not defeated, Ray thought for a moment about the implications of the Provost's words. " Sir," he said, "I would be willing to convert in two of the three categories you mention, but ... I'll never agree to become an experimentalist!" He tried ta explain ta me the difference. Theorists seek to develop mathematical models that both agree with existing experiments and successfully predict future results, while experimentalists devise and perform experiments to test theoretical predictions and explore new phenomena. Ray did a lota da early work on string theory.String theory, as I understand it, says that all of the particles in the Standard Model are really infinitesimally small vibrating strings and that the physical properties of the fundamental particle (such as mass and charge) are all properties of the frequency of vibration. In some ways, this in intuitive. Einstein’s equation e=mc^2 says, among other things, that the mass of a particle is proportional to its energy. So if a string vibrates at a higher frequency, it will “appear” more massive. I asked him if dis applied ta da G string, but he just laughed. After teaching at many colleges and universities, his career ended tragically after his forced retirement. He went ta work for da MacDonald's Hamburger Research Institute at Pismo Beach California and was working on a way of cooking hamburgers using only da rays of the sun, but da optical system wasn't stable (Ray blamed it on da earthquakes in California) and it kept shiftin over ta da fryers, which were pretty close ta da grill space and setting the grease, ah, cooking oil, on fire. Ray tinks dat he contracted da diabetes by all dose Shamrock shakes he used ta drink, but I don't tink so myself. Hang in der, Ray.

Dr. T and Teatime
Playlist for June 25, 2009

St. Paul, Indiana

Les Paul, Caravan
Spike Jones, Frantic Freeway
Paul Seaforth, Caravan
Paul Chambers Sextet, Whims of Chambers
Paul Fredericks, Rocket Man
Dave Brubeck and Sons, We Will All Remember Paul, In Their Own Sweet Way, Telarc
Paul Kirchheimer, Bagatelle #1
Dave Brubeck, Take 5. Live in US UK double CD Telarc
Paul Brusger, Paul's Chamber, You Oughtta Know It, Brownstone Recordings 2000
Chet Baker and Paul Desmond Autumn Leaves, Together: Complete Studio Recordings
Paul Bley, Rememebering, Hands On, Evidence
Paul Whiteman, King of Jazz Trailer (1930)
Paul Anka, Wonderwall
Paul Murphy and Mark Woolford Project, Jazz Room
Paul Bley, Chivas Jazz Festival, Sao Paulo, Brazil 2003
Paul Whiteman, Happy Feet
Paul Chambers, Stan Getz, John Coltrane, Hackensack

Silver Hairs Amidst the Grey

Dis is an incident dat happened to Ron Rutowki, one a dah St. Mary's-in-da-Greenwood faithful flock. Ron's a computer programmer and he does a lot of computer work fer da church. Ron Rutowski's boss wondered why Ron, one of his most valued employees, had not phoned in sick one day. Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers,
he dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper.
"Hello."
"Is your daddy home?" he asked.
"Yes," whispered the small voice.
"May I talk with him?"
The child whispered, "No."
Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"
"Yes."
"May I talk with her?"
Again the small voice whispered, "No."
Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, "Is anybody else there?"
"Yes," whispered the child, "a policeman."
Wondering what a cop would be doing at Ron's home, the boss asked,
"May I speak with the policeman?"

"No, he's busy", whispered the child.

"Busy doing what?"

"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman," came the whispered answer.
Growing more worried as he heard what sounded like a helicopter through
the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, "What is that noise?"

"A helicopter" answered the whispering voice.

"What is going on there?" demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.

Again, whispering, the child answered, "The search team just landed the
helicopter."

Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, "What are
they searching for?"

Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle:

"ME."

Fairmount, Indiana

Fairmount Historical Museum
Hot Chocolate "You Sexy Thing"
Kevin Dean Quartet "So Long Cerulean" by Kevin Dean
Kevin Dean - trumpet André White - piano Alec Walkington - bass
Dave Laing - drums
Live at Upstairs Jazz Bar and Grill February 2009 Montréal, Canada
upstairsjazz.com
Julian Velard - Jimmy Dean & Steve McQueen
Dean James Soon As I Get Home Intimacy
Dean Martin Sway
Pham Duc Thanh Scarborough Fair on the monochord-Danbau
Randy Newman The World Isn't Fair
Bertand Burgala "Spring Isn't Fair" from the album 'Portrait-Robot'
Yorgi Trade Winds of Tropics "Mood of Typhoon" Clubbo
Denny Zeitlin Country Fair

Bourbon, Indiana

Official Bourbon Web Page
Amos Milburn Bad, Bad Whiskey(1950) ALLADDIN 3068
Red Ingle Cigareets, Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women (1947) CAPITOL
Crakow Klezmer Band Balkan Dance De Profundis TZADIK
Louis Prima & His Orchestra Who Threw The Whiskey In The Well (1945) MAJESTIC 7151
Memphis Slim Whiskey And Gin Blues (1941) BLUEBIRD 8945
Willie Nelson Whiskey River
Sting Moon Over Bourbon Street
Wynton Marsalis Bourbon Street Parade Song (1991) SONY
Diane Schuur and Maynard Ferguson Lush Life Swingin' for Schuur Concord Records
Michel Camillo Tequilla Live at the Blue Note Telarc
Doc Cheatham and Nicholas Payton I Cover the Waterfront Doc Cheatham and Nicholas Payton Verve
Count Basie Taps Miller The Classic Count
Classic
Louis Armstrong and His Hot Fives and Hot Sevens Skip the Gutter His Hot Fives and Hot Sevens, vol. 3 Columbia
Nina Simone Lilac Wine Verve Remixed 3 Verve
Clifford Brown I Get a Kick Out of You Clifford Brown's Finest Hour Verve
Joshua Redman Elastic Band Swunk Momentum Nonesuch
Elton John Rocket Man
William Shatner Rocket Man

Cluny Point, New York

Sadko's World of Music

Debussy. Prelude to the afternoon of a faun. Leopold Stokowski Conducts. Seraphim [1977]
Art Garfunkel El Condor Pasa
Leonard Nimoy If I Had a Hammer
Richard Strauss The Beautiful Blue Danube Leopold Stokowski Conducts. Seraphim [1977]
Bach-Stokowski. Toccata and fugue in D minor [originally for organ]Leopold Stokowski Conducts. Seraphim [1977]
The Aquabats Amino Man
New York Pro Musica Fanfare and Ductia Medieval Roots MCA Records
Biggs, Edward George Power, 1906- Fanfare. Rondeau, bruit de guerre By F. Couperin Historic organs of France [the great Silbermann organs of Alsace
Amy Rigby Girls Got It Bad
Chamber Symphony of Philadelphia; Anshel Brusilow, conductor. Le tombeau de Couperin by Ravel, Maurice, 1875-1937. RCA Red Seal
The Speakers Hey, Little Rat! Yeats is Greats

Clunette Indiana

Cluny

Over time, monasteries had a way of growing lax in discipline, fervour, and piety. In the tenth century there began the first in a series of monastic reform movements. The earliest important reform in the Benedictine tradition, and perhaps the most historically important of all, was the abbey of Cluny in Burgundy. It was founded in 910 (see the original charter) by the duke of Aquitaine. It founded several daughter houses, and departed from the Benedictine tradition by exercising authority over them, thus creating a centralized monastic order. It was highly blessed in its abbots, whose wisdom, piety, and leadership gave the abbey its real importance. In the eleventh and twelfth centuries it was arguably the second most important centre of western Christianity after Rome. The monastery was suppressed in 1790 during the French Revolution, but parts of some of the buildings remain.

Benny Goodman Trio And Rosemary Clooney Memories Of You (1956) Hit 168 of 1956 Columbia 40616
Kay Kyser And His Orchestra Rosemary (1945) Columbia 36824
Rosemary Clooney Featuring Harry James And His Orchestra You'll Never Know (1953)Columbia 39905
Rosemary And Betty Clooney Sisters (1954) Columbia 40305
Donald Byrd Sister Love
Rosemary Clooney Featuring Mitch Miller Orchestra Beautiful Brown Eyes (1951) Columbia 39212
Rosemary Clooney And Marlene Dietrich Featuring. Stan Freeman (director) (harpsichord) Too Old To Cut The Mustard (1952)Columbia 39812
Rosemary Clooney C. Williams Half As Much Columbia 39710
Rosemary Clooney And Jimmy Boyd Featuring Norman Luboff Dennis The Menace (1953) Columbia 39988
Clue Trailer
George Clinton & Parliament Not Just Knee Deep
Bob Mould Old Highs New Lows
Rosemary Clooney Come On A My House
Kathy Mattea from the Lonesome Standard Time album. "Standing Knee Deep in a River [Dying of Thirst](Bob McDill-Bucky Jones-Dickey Lee).
Yannis Xenakis: Le Polytope de Cluny
Rosemary Clooney I Wish I Wuz (1951)Columbia 39536
Rosemary Clooney Feat. Buddy Cole And His Orchestra Hey There (1954) Columbia 40266
Rosemary Clooney Feat. Percy Faith's Orchestra Blues In The Night (1952) Columbia
The Nick Pride Trio at The Cluny, Newcastle, December 2006.
Louis Armstrong's Hot Five Knee Drops
Ted Lewis and His Jazz Band Bees Knees

Lee Blogborne

apologies to Artemus Ward
Da Hell Kat aka my loverly wife Helen has been cuttin' coupons and entering contersts for years now. You might remember she won some tickets to a world music concert a while back. Well, dis time she really hit da big time: a couple a tickets ta fly over ta London fer a week. Well, I'm not gunna bore you wid da usual long travelogue: just da high lights or in dis case just da lowlifes.
I skurcely need tell ya dat da Tower a London is very pop'lar with peeples from d' agricultooral districks, and it was chiefly dis class dat I found waitin at the gates d' other mornin.

I saw at once that the Tower was established on a firm basis. In d' entire history of firm basisis I don't find a basis more firmer than dis one.

"You have no Tower in America?" said a man in the crowd, who had somehow detected my denomination.

"Alars! no," I ansered; "we boste of our enterprise and improovements, and yit we are devoid of a Tower. We had da twin towers but dere gone now. America, oh my onhappy country! thou hast not got no Tower! Well, anywat, not like dis one."

The gates opened after awhile, and we all purchist tickets and went into a waitin-room.

"My frens," said a pale-faced little man, in black close, " my name is Lee Blogborne n dis is a sad day."

"Inasmuch as to how?" I said.

"I mean it is sad to think that so many people have been killed within these gloomy walls. My frens, let us drop a tear!"

"No," I said, "you must excuse me. Others may drop one if they feel like it; but as for me, I decline. The early managers of dis institootion were a bad lot, and their crimes were trooly orful; but I can't sob for those who died four or five hundred years ago. If they was my own relations I couldn't. It's absurd to shed sobs over things which occurd durin the rain of Henry the Three. Let us be cheerful," I continued. "Look at the festiv guards, in their red flannil jackets. They are cheerful, and why should it not be thusly with us?"

The room where the daggers and pistils and other weppins is kept is interestin. Among this collection of choice cutlery I notist the bow and arrer which those hot-heded old chaps used to conduct battles with. It is quite like the bow and arrer used at this day by certin tribes of American Injuns, and they shoot 'em off with such a excellent precision that I almost sigh'd to be a Injun. They are a pleasant lot them Injuns. Now dey mostly run casinos. It reminded me of the trip we took trew Apache country once. Dem Apaches are so wonerfully eloquent. Our group was stopt on the plains of Texas by a band a Apaches, whose chief said, "Brothers! the pale-face is welcome. Brothers! the sun is sinkin in the West, and Warra-bucky-she will soon cease speakin. Brothers! the poor red man belongs to a race which is fast becomin extink." He then whooped in a shrill manner, stole all our blankets and whisky, and fled to the primeval forest to conceal his emotions.

I will remark here, while on the subjeck of Injuns, that they are in the main a very shaky set, with even less sense than the Irish, and when I hear philanthropists bewailin the fack that every year "carries the noble red man nearer the settin sun," I simply have to say I'm glad of it, tho' it is rough on the settin sun. They call you by the sweet name of Brother one minit, and the next the scalp you with their Thomashawks. But I wander. Let us return to the Tower.

Lee Blogborne showd us some instrooments of tortur, such as thumbscrews, throat-collars, etc., statin that these was conkerd from the Spanish Armady, and addin what a crooil peple the Spaniards was in them days -- which elissited from a bright eyed little girl of about twelve summers the remark that she tho't it was rich to talk about the crooilty of the Spaniards usin thumbscrews, when we was in a Tower where so many poor peple's heads had been cut off. Dis made Lee Blogborne stammer and turn red.

I was so blessed with the little girl's brightness that I could have kissed the dear child, and I would if she'd been six years older.

Dr. T and Teatime

Frenchtown, Indiana

Grégory Jean-Paul Lemarchal (May 13, 1983 – April 30, 2007) was a French singer and winner of the fourth series of the reality TV programme Star Academy, broadcast on the TF1 television network. His debut single, "Ecris l'histoire" peaked at number two on the French singles chart in March 2005 and was certified platinum. His album, "Je deviens moi", released on April 18, entered at number one.

At the NRJ Music Awards in January 2006, Lemarchal was awarded "breakthrough artist of the year" ("Révélation francophone de l'année"). In the spring, he completed his first solo nationwide tour, and a DVD of his performance at the Olympia was released. A new French duet version of the British singer Lucie Silvas' hit single "What You're Made Of" went to number two in the singles chart.

In 2007, Lemarchal announced that his health was deteriorating and that he was ordered by doctors to take a few months off in order to recuperate. However, he died of complications from cystic fibrosis on the morning of April 30, 2007, waiting for a lung transplant.
Lemarchal "Ecris l'histoire"
Lemarchal "Les Fleurs de l'eternite"
Lemarchal "À Corps perdu" 2005
Lemarchal "De temps en temps"
Lemarchal "Restons amis" 2008
Lemarchal "Je suis en vie" 2005
Tito Schipa - "Vivere!" (French version)
Lemarchal "Nos Fiancailles"
Lemarchal "Le Feu sur les planches"
Jo Stafford and Tommy Dorsey Orchestra Manhattan Serenade Last Week's Theme Continuation
Lemarchal "Je t'aime"
Lemarchal "Le Lien"
Lemarchal "Meme Si"
Random French Radio Station IDs
Moutin Reunion Quartet Something Like New (Part I) and (PartII) Something Like New Nocturne/Lightyear
VERA IDINI "Lullaby of Birdland" live at Café Julien
Django Reinhardt Et Le Quintette Du Hot Club De France Tiger Rag (1934)
Patrick Et Son Orchestre De Danse From Now On (1934)
Patrick Et Son Orchestre De Danse Blank Panther Stomp (1934)
Patrick Et Son Orchestre De Danse When My Ship Comes In (1934)
Patrick Et Son Orchestre De Danse I Saw Stars (1934)
Patrick Et Son Orchestre De Danse My Carolina Hideaway (1934)

Dr. T and Teatime

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Playlist for Stillwell, Indiana

Mario Lanza, Earthbound
Ted Weems & His Orchestra, I Still Get A Thrill(1930)
Kitty Wells It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels (1952)
Coleman Hawkins Well, All Right Then (1937)
Erroll Garner Trio My Heart Stood Still (1950)
Woody Herman & His Orchestra Still The Bluebird Sings (1939)
Billy Eckstine & His Orchestra In The Still Of The Night (1946)
Louis Prima And His New Orleans Gang I Still Want You (1934)
Judy Perkins The Moon Still Shines On The Moonshine Still (1949)
Mills Blue Rhythm Band Everything Is Still Okay(1936)
Rudy Vallee I'm Still Caring (1929)
Fontane Sisters Still (1956)
Django Reinhardt In The Still Of The Night (1936)
Don Cherry I'm Still A King To You (1956)
Red Norvo And His Orchestra I Get Along Without You Very Well Vocal by Terry Allen (1939)
Dickie Wells & His Orchestra Dickie Wells Blues (1937)
Leadbelly Ain't Goin' Down To The Well No Mo-go Down Old Han (1939)
Rosemary Clooney And Harry James It Might As Well Be Spring (1952)
Tommy Dorsey & His Orchestra Well All Right (1939)
Supertramp Bloody Well Right
Thelonious Monk Well, You Needn't
Charlotte Martin, Empty Wells
Mary Wells, Laughing Boy
Stan Getz, João Gilberto, Astrud Gilberto - It Might as Well Be Spring

Wells, Robert W. - 35330067 - Cpl. - 5307th - November 1, 1996

Bobby Wells died last week. He was vetteran of WWII, not your ordinary soldier, but one of Merrill's Marauders. In August 1943 at the "Quebec Conference", President Franklin D. Roosevelt, Prime Minister Winston Churchill, and other allied leaders decided that an American Long Range Penetration Mission behind the Japanese Lines in Burma was needed to destroy the Japanese supply lines and communications and to play havoc with the enemy forces while an attempt was made to reopen the much needed Burma Road. President Roosevelt issued a Presidential call for volunteers for "A Dangerous and Hazardous Mission". The call was answered by approximately 3,000 American soldiers. The volunteers came from State side units, from the jungles of Panama and Trinidad they came, from the campaigns of Guadalcanal, New Guinea, New Georgia they came, to answer the call, some battle scarred, some new to the ways of war, each different but with one thing in common. They Answered The Call.

The Unit was officially designated as the "5307th Composite Unit (Provisional)" Code Name: "GALAHAD", later it became popularly known as "MERRILL'S MARAUDERS" named after its leader, Brigadier General Frank Merrill. Formed into six combat teams (400 per team),color-coded Red, White, Blue, Green, Orange and Khaki, two teams to a Battalion, the rest formed the H.Q. and Air Transport Commands.

After preliminary training operations were undertaken in great secrecy in the jungles of Central India, the Marauders began the long march up the Ledo Road and over the outlying ranges of the Himalayan Mountains into Burma. The Marauders with no tanks or heavy artillery to support them, walked over 1,000 miles through extremely dense and almost impenetrable jungles and came out with glory.

In Five major (WALAWBUM, SHADUZUP, INKANGAHTAWNG, NHPUM GA, & MYITKYINA) and thirty minor engagements, they defeated the veteran soldiers of the Japanese 18th Division (Conquerors of Singapore and Malaya) who vastly outnumbered the Marauders. Always moving to the rear of the main forces of the Japanese the Marauders completely disrupted the enemy supply and communication lines, and climaxed their behind the lines operations with the capture of Myitkyina Airfield, the only all-weather airfield in Northern Burma.

The attack on Myitkyina was the climax to four months of marching and combat in the Burma jungles. No other American force except the First Marine Division, which took and held Guadalcanal for four months, has had as much uninterrupted jungle fighting service as Merrill's Marauders. But no other American force anywhere had marched as far, fought as continuously or had to display such endurance, as the swift-moving, hard-hitting foot soldiers, of Merrill's Marauders

When the Marauders attacked Myitkyina they had behind them over 800 miles of marching over jungle and mountain roads and tracks. They had to carry all their equipment and supplies on their backs and on the backs of pack mules. Re-supplied by air drops the Marauders often had to make a clearing in the thick jungle to receive the supplies.

Every wounded Marauder was evacuated, an extraordinary feat in itself. Each wounded Marauder had to be carried on a makeshift stretcher (usually made from bamboo and field jackets or shirts) by his comrades until an evacuation point was reached. These evacuation points where mostly small jungle village's, where the Marauders would then have to hack out a landing strip for the small Piper Cub Evac. Planes. The brave sergeant-pilots of the air-rescue unit would then land and take off in these very hazardous conditions, removing every seriously wounded Marauder one at a time. The small planes, stripped of all equipment except a compass, had room for the pilot and one stretcher.

At the end of their campaign all remaining Marauders still in action were evacuated to hospitals suffering from tropical diseases, exhaustion, and malnutrition or as the tags on their battered uniforms said "A.O.E." (accumulation of everything).
I'll never fergit da poem dat Bob read last veterans day. He was havin's lot a trouble walkin' but he read dis poem wid a proud salute.

At Myitkyina today they lie at rest
There were soldiers all and gave their best
They fought and died in days of rain
And preyed for sun that never came.

Through mud they crawled to find their foe
They cursed and swore but on they go
As days went by and night fell
They all slept on the walls of hell.

Artillery shells with their melody of death
Whizzed by with each and every breath
As dawn came to light the earth
Amid sniper fire through dirt
In falling rain they fought on
Hope to live by those had gone.

Myitkyina has fallen at last
They would be glad to know of the finished task
But the trails are filled with yankee blood
Of gallant men who fought died in Burma mud
Courageous men these, they fought and fell
Bless them all, God; treat them well.

Same to you, Bob.

Slip Slidin' Away

Helen was taking a shower in da bathroom and I heard a thud and den a groan and I ran ta da door and knocked and den went in and der was da Hellkat lying on da floor out cold. I didn't know whedder she slipped on da floor or somethin else happen so I called da 911 fer da ambulance. Da boys from da ambulance were surprised dat da call was not fer me.
Da doctor told me later dat dere were no broken bones, just a bruise or two, but he said when dey did da scan dey noticed dat der was somethin wrong wid her pancreas and dat she would have ta stay until dey checked dat out.
So I went home and took da dog for a walk. You know that we have a dog named Dugger. Dugger is a real character.
Whenever Helen and I had company come for a weekend visit we would warn
da friends to not leave their luggage open because Dugger would help
himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and
something would come up missing.

Helen or I would go to Dugger's toy box in the basement and there the
treasure would be, amid all of Dugger's other favorite toys. Dugger always
stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys
stay in the box.

The pancreas ting was harder on Helen than her doctors had anticipated
and Helen was hospitalized for over two weeks. I took Dugger for his evening
walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.

Finally the day came for Helen to leave the hospital. When she arrived home,
Helen was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom.
I made da Hellcat comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.

Dugger stood watching Helen but he didn't come to her when she called. It made
Helen sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed. When Helen woke for a
second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head
and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when
Helen realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every
treasure Dugger owned! While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip
after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite
things in life . He had covered her with his love.

Helen forgot about da pancreas. Instead she and Dugger began living again, walking
further and further together every day.

I got da estimate fer fixin da bath room ta slip proof it. It was 2 thow. We'll be putin dat off fer a while.

Play list for February 12, 2009

Dr. T. and Teatime Lincoln City, Indiana

Indiana, and the rest of America, will honor Abraham Lincoln's 200th birthday (February 12, 2009) with a bicentennial celebration that kicked off in February 2008 and continues through 2010. The Hoosier state has many reasons to celebrate President Lincoln and the bicentennial of his birth.

Abraham Lincoln spent 14 of his most formative years-from age 7 to 21-in Southern Indiana. Today, Indiana's Lincoln attractions include his boyhood home and some of the most extensive collections found anywhere in the world. In addition, communities statewide are planning special bicentennial events and projects.

The Indiana Abraham Lincoln Bicentennial Commission was formed in 2006 to commemorate America's greatest president and showcase his Hoosier roots. Of Indiana Abraham Lincoln said, "We reached our new home about the time the State came into the Union. It was a wild region, with many bears and other wild animals still in the woods. There I grew up."

From these humble beginnings, Abraham Lincoln rose to become the 16th president of the United States. The honesty, leadership, and determination that shaped his legacy were formed during his youth in the Hoosier state.
Abe Lyman & His Californians Ain't Misbehavin'
Eddie Condon & His Orchestra Down Among the Sheltering Palms by Abe Olman and James Brockman
Abe Lyman's California Orch Just One More Chance (1931) BRUNSWICK 6125
Fats Waller And His Rhythm Abercrombie Had A Zombie (1940) BLUEBIRD 10967
Hugo And Luigi With Their Family Singers Young Abe Lincoln (1955) Mercury 70721
Bill Kirchen Hot Rod Lincoln
Abe Lyman & His Californians Keep Young & Beautiful (1933) BRUNSWICK 6698
Society Night Club Orchestra Cheerie-cheerie-be (1927) Lincoln 2699
Abbey Lincoln Down Here Below A Turtle's Dream Verve/Gitanes
Opera Babes There's a Place
Copland, Aaron
Lincoln, Abraham, lyricist(s)
Lincoln Portrait
Scott, Barry, narrator
Nashville Symphony Orchestra
Slatkin, Leonard, Conductor on Naxos
Abbey Lincoln Hey Lordy Mama A Turtle's Dream Verve/Gitanes
Gould, Morton
Lincoln Legend
Nashville Symphony Orchestra
Slatkin, Leonard, Conductor on Naxos
Abbey Lincoln Somos Novios Over the Years Verve
Charlie Barnet Leapin' At Lincoln Gardens RCA 20-2540
Abe Lyman & His Californians Help Me
Bunny Berigan & His Orch Never Felt Better, Never Had Less (1938) by Abel Baer-Cliff Hess VICTOR 25858B
Dexter Gordon Chromatic Aberation
Vic Damone War and Peace (1956)
Abbey Lincoln Who Used to Dance Gitanes/Verve

Buffalo Wings

Bobby and his brother Bart Biskupski tried ta talk me inta helpin' dem start a business venture. Dey wanted me ta sink some a da Hell Kat and me's hard-earned retirement savings into their new product which was called Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath line of hot sauce products. I said ta Bob dat in deese troubled times it don't look like I should be doin' any risky investing. I lost a lotta money back when der was da BetaMax boom. I still cherish my copy of Ishtar on Beta, but I ain't got any machine ta play it on. Well, I just learned dat da Biskupski Boys are really expandin' --no,no, not der girts--der line a products, such as Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Jerk Sauce, Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Marinade, Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Margarita and Bloody Mary Mix, Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath BBQ Sauce, Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath NBQ Sauce (a joke for Leo Schott) Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Steak Marinade, Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Beef Jerky, Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Death Row Potato Chips (a favorite with arsonists because they burn for twenty minutes widdout leavin' a chemical residue), Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Microwave Popcorn (with safety warning) , Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Artichoke Dip (I don't know what dey got against Artie), Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath DJ Laryngitis Cure.
Da udder night da Hell Kat made one a her batches a chili but liddle did I know dat she added some a da Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Super Hot Chili Mix. Dat night I had dis MissTickle vision.nightmare. I was about ta be trampled ta death by dis herd a buffalo/bison when suddenly a group a guys and gals on horseback intervened and drove da stampede away from me. Dey were all wearing cowboy hats. One a da guys had a name tag dat said Richardson. He was da first ta fall off his horse and be trampled ta death by da herd. Den some cowgirl suffered da same fate. Her looks were somethin ta kill fer. Da third cowboy was speeding and dashing along when he fell off. What a dream! Den da credits rolled at da end a da dream and it said End of Part 1 Intermission Part 2.

Well, da Hell Kat, aka my loverly wife Helen, has been sayin' dat I'm hangin around da house too much and dat I should get out and do somethin useful. She said why don't you go back ta dat drama group dat you were so involved wit. Dey were around any more, but der was annudder group dat was lookin' fer actors. Goshawful Players said dey were goin' ta spezialize in da works of George Bernard Shaw, but for der premiere production dey were gunna do somethin wid a local flavor. Da Director and playwright was Franco Fortinelli and da name a da play was West Side a Scranton. He gave us a summary a da plot. I got da main male lead and Wanda Brevoffska got the female lead.

The grand poolhall in the club house of the Capless gang. A fiesta is in progress. Rybalt speaks to Hairless about Juliet, who at that moment appears wid her father. The Capless gang bids the guests welcome and to be of good cheer -- wid a few wise comments trone in.

Chromeo,[he's called dat cause he likes a lotta chrome on his low-rider] Mercurio, Benvolio, and half-a-dozen other gang members come masked. Despite the deadly feud between the two gangs, they, da Montabanks, have ventured to come as maskers to the fiesta of the Capless gang. The Montabanks withdraw to another part of the club house. Juliet returns with Gertrude, her nurse. The nurse is called away. Chromeo, wandering in, meets Juliet. Their love is instantaneous. Chromeo addresses her in passionate accents wid a lotta heavy breathin'.
Upon the re-entry of Rybalt, Chromeo, who had removed his mask, again adjusts it. But Rybalt suspects who he is, and from da udderance of his suspicions, Juliet learns that the handsome youth, to whom her heart has gone out, is none other than Chromeo, member of the Montabank gang, the sworn enemies of her gang. The fiery Rybalt is for attacking Chromeo and his followers then and there. But the fiesta proceeds.

Act II, Part I. Here takes place the wedding of Chromeo and Juliet, the good preacher, Fr. Jim, hoping that their union may lead to peace between the two great gangs of Montabanks and Capless.

Part II. Friends of the two rival gangs appear. Mercurio fights Rybalt and is slain, and is avenged by Chromeo, who kills Rybalt, Juliet’s fellow gang member, by hittin' him over da head wid a large chrome fender dat he was plannin' ta put on his wheels.

Hardly has Chromeo gone into exile when da nurse runs in to warn Juliet dat her father is approaching with da preacher. Rybalt’s dying wish, whispered into his ear, was that the marriage between Juliet and the noble Count Hairless, be speeded up. Juliet’s father comes to tell her to prepare for the marriage. Neither she, the preacher, nor the nurse dare tell him of her secret nuptials with Chromeo. It is then the preacher gives her the potion, upon drinking which she shall appear as dead. Juliet drains the vial, falls as if dead. But unfortunately whatever was in da stage potion caused Wanda ta get a bad case a da hiccups on da night a da show, so dat in Act III at da tomb of the Capless Chromeo, having heard in his exile that his beloved is no more, breaks into the tomb. He is supposed ta stab himself and she, recovering from the effects of the potion, finds him dying, is supposed ta plunge a dagger into her breast, and expires with him. But da hiccups turned da tragedy into a comedy. It turned into a great hit wid da local bar crowd.

Dr. Robert Wolf, R.I.P.

Ole Doc Wolf died die udder day. He lived a long time, but finally da oldtimers disease got him. I have two differnt sets a memries a da Doc.
He was one a dose old fashioned GPs who made house calls and I was a little fraid a him because he was only called when I was sick and dose were never plesant memries. And he would often come over ta give us a shot a somethin, usually in an already sensitive spot a da anatmy. But later on after his retirement, I got ta know him as a friend and fellow canasta player. Doc had a special gift of humor, he was da master a da double intender as da French say. He had da ability ta blow a joke by telling da punch line at da beginning a da joke. He would say tings like "Did ya hear da one about da farmers daughter with acute angina?"
"Did ya hear da one about da ramrod: He shoved his ramrod up the barrel of the rifle."

"Did ya hear da one about da boy who masticated: He masticated over a hot plate for over an hour last night."
After a long sitting at da canata table he would say" "Boy, my coccyx is extremely sore .
"Did ya hear da one about da philatelist: Our mailman is an enthusiastic philatelist.
"Did ya hear da one about da fallacious woman : Who knew da girl was so often fallacious?
"Did you know that Uranus is bigger than Earth?"
"As a doctor I was unsure what the female organism looked like."
"Did ya hear da one about da pianist: The boy happily hugged his pianist, eager to start with playing the organ."
"Did ya hear da one about da rectory: The priest spent a lot of his time training altar boys in the rectory."
"I like to be kept abreast of developing situations."
"She broke his heart, right down to the cockles."
"The shipwrecked sailors became so ravenous they were forced to eat their fellow seamen."
"Elvira is a titular Halloween character."
"The cheerleading squad had to be penalized for their racy photos."
I'll miss da old coot.

Dunkirk

Ole Binky Brinkerman died the other day. You mightta seen his obitcheariy in da paper. He was one a my favorite storytellers down at da West Side Senior Citizens Center. Many an afternoon was spent over da canasta table tellin' stories and lies. There was this one that Binky told dat I tink I will never furgit. Binky had made a lot a money after da war with his various inventions and dis story had somethin ta do wid dat. He used ta live in Britain and got drafted inta da army durin WWII. His regiment a da BEF was assigned ta guard da derrriere( ta use da polite French word fer die abutment)of da troops dat were being evacuated on da beaches of Dunkirk. His regiment held out as long as dey could, but were mostly captured by da Germans. He hoped ta catch one a da last boats evacuating. Binky was desperate. Der was one British boat dat some a da local Frenchies were tryin ta get on but da Brits were keepin dem off. He noticed in da crowd one a da local girls from one a da houses (not a home) whose name was Louise. She had been a favorite a his, but we won't go into da sordide details udder dan ta say dat she was well-endowed. She smiled at him, hopin dat he could get her on da boat, but when da boat pulled out and left her on da dock, Bink noticed dat she turned around and pulled down what he called her knickers and dat tatooed across her derriere in big letters was a sign dat said. Objects may appeat ta be bigger than they actually are. Years later, after da war when Bink invented da magnifying rear-view mirror, he had dat phrase stenciled on every one a dem in memory a Louise. Dat's all. As dey say in French: Bon Jovi!

Driving in What Lane? Hey!

Did you ever run into somebody you hadanna seen in many years? Well, it happened ta me da udder day. I was crossing Wisteria Lane ta pick up the newspaper because our newspaper boy is dysrexic. He always throws the paper on da opposite side a da street where you live. Just as I bent down ta pick up da paper I got hit in the bum by a delivery truck. It turns out that da driver was Connie Leitzoff, somebody dat I knew from da fifth grade at St. Mary's in da Greenwood. She was working for ADD Messenger Service and as da cop filled out the accident report we talked about her job. She used ta be a newspaper girl in da fifth grade. We used ta pick on her a lot in da fifth grade cause she couldn't stay focused and she would always yell out Hey You! when she wanted ta talk ta you. Da company started out as a Newspaper Distribution Service. A.D.D. is a wholly-owned subsidiary of Shimmy and Shake Communications Inc. located in Scranton, Pennsylvania. Dey been successfully distributing local and out-of-town newspapers to retailers and businesses since 1998. Da list includes The Unterrified Democrat, The Daily Boomerang and Da Birmingham Eccentric
In the past year der large and diverse fleet of vehicles has enabled dem ta incorporate the added feature of courier and freight transport services primarily but not limited to da local and tri-state areas. Der customers play a key role in der success so providing the best service possible is der number one priority.
It's a cutthroat business she said cause there are so many competing messenger services like da newly opened one, Aristophanes Frog Hoppin Messenger Service, which was started by a Greek guy from Meshoppen, but den branched out ta Scranton and vicinity. He started out with bicycles but den went ta mopeds and it's easier ta hear dem cause dey sound like high pitched buzzing bees or masquitas, instead a guys grunting on mountain bikes.

I saw Connie again da udder day after da accident. Dis time I knew she was coming cause she yelled Hey, You! out da window a her ADD Van.