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In 1999 I with others set up pirate radio station called DRK RADIO.
It was great fun and lasted for about one year.
There was some great djs playing blues to rock pop and a bit of everything.
The djs names were in code so the powers that be did not know who we were.
There was the silver fox
The hairy man
Dj hacker
Billy the kid
Togge
Chris Carroll
And many more.
What I would like to do now is start it again on this board.
You be the dj and find the music video you want to play on YouTube and post a link on here.
You can also post a video of you talking about the song you picked if you like.
And the next posted do the same.
I will get the ball rolling
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kiYAIM4N_A
This was the very first song played at live aid.
Not a great song, but we have to start with something.
Can you do better, please join in.
Very cool group. I seen that video somewhere recently.....here?....or somewhere else?
I'd like to get them to the next Friday 13th
Just sitting here having a rum and coke and came across a memory that haunts me to this day.
Many years ago I was in a rifle competition and it was held at an air force base. Some friends and myself who were in a gun club were put up in the base barracks for the weekend. During an afternoon break a few of us wandered around and on the base was an old movie theatre…still in operation. It was like the theatre from the movie the ‘Last Picture Show’ and it felt like you were stepping back in time. I remember looking at the marquee and it said ‘A Hard Days Night…..The Beatles’. This was many years after the movie was released and although I consider the Beatles the best band of all time and they changed music forever…..I never saw that movie. So with a couple of friends we went in to see this black and white piece of history. It may even be the first rock video of its kind.
The movie never did anything for me, even to this day and even with my appreciation of the Beatles …..but…… what I will always remember was the ‘usherette’. She was 17 or 18 and with her little flashlight she seated us and my heart skipped a beat. She looked like a brunette Marilyn Monroe. Her smile was innocent as if Michelangelo could have painted her for eternity and her eyes captivating, like a mermaid calling me to crash on the rocks of life.
Although I tried to watch the movie I found myself continually waiting for her to reappear. She never did…..but the theatre was practically empty on a Sunday afternoon….so she really had no one to seat.
When the movie was over I found myself anticipating seeing and hopefully meeting her in the lobby….but she was gone…..finished her shift for the day. I left with my friends.... but to this day I have never, never forgotten her. One of those moments in life that engraves itself for eternity in your memory, like a chisel in granite.
Every time I hear this song…..I think of her….whoever she was….that girl who I have kept in a special compartment of my mind.
Cab Calloway…..a man who seen and lived it all. He like many Black musicians came from the Cotton Club jazz era. But as history would have it….although the Cotton Club was known primarily for it’s Black ‘jungle’ (the term they used back then) music and Black performers….only white patrons were allowed in. Here’s Calloway in one of his last gigs….the Blues Brothers…. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NTozy51AY0&feature=results_main&playnext=1&list=PLF3F768E4AE935CCB
At about 2:38 Calloway goes into a ‘scat run’. It’s a form of vocal improvisation that comes from African heritage. We don’t hear the real purist forms of it these days except for some hip hop and rap on occasion. Personally I don’t like either….so I’m more than a bit out of touch in that area.
Ella Fitzgerald singing classic scat…… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TX-KDnKcCxk
A bit of fun scat…….. Avocado Seed Soup Symphony http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yX5Dp5YI67Q&feature=results_video&playnext=1&list=PL346032B14E909D2B
Thanks for the old 20’s movie. I like looking back in time. Life seemed simpler and there seemed to be time left at the end of the day.
Who’s On First…………..a CLASSIC…..never dies.
Ok ' Names that broke you heart And the songs Prior IF that was my song i would______________
LOL…..no one broke anything on me. I developed a hard shell long ago. I suppose the first was the worst (then I got out the 1/4 inch plate steel and the welder) She does have a song from those days…..but I do have a song for every woman I had the pleasure of knowing. It will take a bit of thinking and searching for the tunes. Right now though…. I have one more post and then I’m going to sit on the back deck and listen to the coyotes in the bush across the field as I savour a rum and coke.
Tom Waits……one of my favourites……definitely a scotch on the rocks moment.
Many years ago when I worked in bars, life came to slow crawl about 2am. But the adrenalin was still flowing and what was there to do…..especially week nights. To this day my clock is still set for night….just can’t get out of it….maybe I don’t want to.
Working in a bar you lived like a vampire….starting life as the sun set….and heading back to the casket as the sun rose. But for a few moments of solitude you had time to enjoy the peace of the night….the once busy streets now graced by the single drunk who could not find his car and having given up, slid down in a doorway, which at that moment was all he needed, or cared about….he’d figure it all out in the morning. The stray dog that followed the call of a blue plate special being served at the back alley trash can. The whirrrrrr of the brushes on the street cleaner as it wiped up the refuse from one day and prepared the chess table for the next onslaught of society who only lived in the daylight.
It was at that time between about 2am and 5am that the city was all yours. You could dance down the white line and sing out your own song, then have it echo back to you from the buildings surrounding the night world. Other nights it was like the end of the world…..no one…..no one but you for blocks and blocks…..as if aliens had stolen every living creature but one. A cemetery of buildings….and you alone were the caretaker.
But there was one small spark of life …..the all night diner…..the refuge for the children of the night. Mine was the Cosy Restaurant on the north west corner of Dundas and Talbot in London. Two waitresses always worked the graveyard shift…..both named Mary. Mary #1 was an old retired hooker who wore too much red lipstick and was 50 pounds overweight. Maybe she was a knock out 30 years before. She never talked much, as if she had a secret she was afraid would slip out and find her. Then there was Mary #2….an elderly grey haired lady who year after year never changed….as if she was born elderly. She was the energizer bunny….and she would get your coffee to you before your face hit the table and she knew everyone by their first name. No one called her ‘mom’ but we should have…she was all a ‘mom’ should be….someone who knew your soul was hurting as soon as she seen someone walk through the door. She knew when to make you laugh …knew when you needed just the touch of her hand on your shoulder….knew when to clip you back of the head to snap someone out of a frump……and knew when someone just needed to be alone. Mary deserved a sainthood.
The Cosy was a unique emporium of night crawlers….taxi drivers trying to stay awake as they hoped for a fare to pay their way in life. Hookers who came in from the cold or could not sleep and all they wanted was someone to make them feel real by just talking about life and family and better days. Then there were those who just sat in a booth and watched their coffee swirl around and around and around as if contemplating if life was really worth it. Then the young woman about 28 years old or so who always rode around on an old bicycle and she sat at a booth and talked to herself. Sometimes I wondered…..maybe she knew something we didn’t. The ‘Count’ (as I called him)….a tall statuesque man who always wore a shiny polyester suit, a ruffled shirt and walked with a long cane as if he were ‘royalty’ waiting for his carriage to arrive. I use to have coffee with a fellow ….nice guy by all accounts….clean cut….pleasant….polite. He never really seemed to get a joke though, as if life didn’t deserve a good laugh once in a while. A couple of years after I left the city I heard night time was more serious for him….serial killers can get too serious. Russell Johnson sparked my interest in all of his breed.
There were all types and shapes and sizes…..real people who lived the night shift…. as if some unspoken rule said their presence was needed to keep the world revolving. You learned a lot about humanity and people’s eyes….when you live at night.
The Cosy is gone now….a lifeless office building for a headstone. Mary #1….probably long gone as well, maybe in a pauper’s grave. ‘Mom”….well I heard she was crossing a street and was hit by a car. A street where locals had been begging for a crosswalk and it took Mary’s life to get them one. That was so typical of Mom….even to the last….she found a way to take care of people.
Goodnight mom….this one’s for you….. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TD0PTjPlc2g
Sorry alot of pleoooooooooople dont like this
I DO,DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOO
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_56ep729TE&ob=av2n
I never could get into U2. Not sure why….they just didn’t click my personal switch.
hmm, yeah, I do have a soft spot for when this one comes on the radio...click
