Ken

Van Halen reminds me of an extremely sleek, extremely powerful sportscar, at the end of a couple of long skidmards in the grass on the boulevard, sitting there with a blown engine. You know the power the car possesses, if only the motor was fixed. If VH ever brought David Lee Roth back, they would have the engine back that the vehicle needs to be the monster it was. Ken.

I've been laughing about this all day. Sincerely, my sides are sore.... Tourettes Whorehouse Ken.

I have a fantastic concert tape I recently converted over to DVD, "Urgh! A Music War". Loads and loads of bands on it, no talking, no interviews. Just music. XTC is on there with a great song "Respectable Street". Ken.

There is a website, Movie Nitpickers that dedicates itself to inconsistencies, continuity errors, visible microphones, Rolex's on Roman soldiers, jet contrails in old movies, that type of stuff. Enjoy! Ken.

Hinky. 'Zat a word, Marc? What does that mean, Hinky. I love it. Marc's police roots are showing. From the absolute fantastic movie, "The Fugitive" Biggs (Daniel Roebuck): This is hinky. This guy's a college graduate. He went to medical school. He's not gonna come through all this security, go to the county lock-up to find someone his own people say does not exist. Hinky. Gerard (Tommy Lee Jones): What does that mean, Biggs? 'Hinky '. Biggs: I dunno, 'strange' . . . Poole (L. Scott Caldwell): 'Weird' . . . Gerard: Well why don 't you say 'strange' or 'weird '? I mean, 'hinky ', that has no meaning. Biggs: Well we say 'hinky '. Gerard (annoyed): I don 't want you guys using words around me that got no meaning. I 'm taking the stairs and walking. As a result of his decision to walk up, Gerard sees the fugitive Dr Kimble (Harrison Ford) on the stairs, which seems quite hinky. Ken.

The Great Lakes Song - Pat Dailey The Great Lakes are a diamond on the hand of North America A brightly shining jewel on the friendship bordering, Freshwater highway coming down from Canada All along the shoreline, you can hear them sing singin' Sweet mother Michigan, father Superior Coming down from Mackinac and Sault St. Marie Blue water Huron, Flow down to Lake Erie-O Fall to Ontario and run on out to sea. Hearty are the seamen on the ships that load the iron ore Sailing out of Thunder Bay and bound for Buffalo Hearty are the fishermen just like their Fathers were before Say they'll bury me at sea, come my time to go, Singin' Sweet mother Michigan, Father Superior Coming down from Mackinac and Sault St. Marie Blue water Huron, Flow down to Lake Erie-O Fall to Ontario and run on out to Sea. Oh the tales the sailors spin, of mermaids singing in the wind, the sinking of the Bessemer, the drowning of the crew. Memories of waters crossed of women won and fortunes lost Are etched upon their faces and their faded old tatoos Down below the quarter decks the old men mend the fishing nets Up above the windy bridge, the young men curse into the wind All along the Windsor straits, the wives and mothers lie awake Pray Our Lady of the Lake, to send them home again, singin', Sweet mother Michigan, Father Superior Coming down from Mackinac and Sault St. Marie Blue water Huron, Flow down to Lake Erie-O Fall to Ontario and run on out to Sea, run on out to Sea.....

All home made, Katie. Make up took an hour and a half....

I found these from a great website on the construction of the Fitzgerald. Beautiful. Few realize that Edmund Fitzgerald was a real guy. Meet the guy. The stern of the Fitzgerald clearing the locks. This was the sailors quarters. How to control the huge monster. These instruments told the Captain how 'level' the boat was sitting in the water. "And every man knew, as the captain did too, 'twas the Witch of November come stealin'." "And later that night, as his lights went out of sight, came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" The Fitzgerald was built 4 miles from my house. One of the 2 lifeboats found on that blustery November 11th, 1975 morning. That's one big propellor. One last look at a mighty ship. Written in 1860 after the Reverend William Whiting came through a fierce storm. This is the official hymn of the Naval Academy (US) Eternal Father, strong to save Whose arm hath bound the restless wave. Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep Oh hear us when we cry to thee For those in peril on the sea. O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard And hushed their raging at Thy word Who walked'st on the foaming deep And calm amidst its rage didst sleep. Oh hear us when we cry to thee For those in peril on the sea. Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood Upon the chaos dark and rude, And bid its angry tumult cease And give, for wild confusion, peace Oh hear us when we cry to thee For those in peril on the sea. O Trinity of love and power Our brethren shield in danger's hour From rock and tempest, fire and foe Protect them wheresoe'er they go. Thus evermore shall rise to Thee Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. Ken.

I've always been proud of this. Ken.

MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Blackberry Wine. Blackberry Wine Gordon Lightfoot There's a south wind rising and the moon shines on my window sill, I've got a feeling I might walk on over the hill. I'm bent but not broken, all I need is some rest and a bottle of your very best, blackberry wine. There's a new moon rising and the wind sings its old song. Pass it on over, it's a sin to be sober too long. I'm bent but not broken, all I need is my share of a bottle of that very rare, blackberry wine. My old gal's got a new dress on, five and dime, try as she will she can't get me to come home on time. But I'd never cheat her or mistreat her you know, As over the mountain I go, blackberry wine. I'll be soft spoken, all I need is my rest and a bottle of your very best, blackberry wine. Now my days are numbered and one more heel's been killed, Blackberry John left me his old recipe in his will. I'm bent but not broken, all I need is some time and a bottle of your very fine, blackberry wine. Blackberry wine, you know that I'm quite dry without you, blackberry wine.

"O Canada! Our home and Native land, true patriot love, in all thy son's command. With glowing hearts, we see the rise, the true North, strong and free. From far and wide, O Canada, we stand on guard for thee! God keep our land, Glorious and free. O Canada, we stand on guard for thee! O Canada, we stand on guard for thee..." Forever and ever, Amen. Ken.

Mike, you are ready to dive. Report immediately to your nearest PADI shop and commence to divin', Bro. Ken!

Day-o, day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and me wan' go home Day, Me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and me wan' go home Work all night on a drink a'rum (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Stack banana till morning come (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH! (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH! (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Day, me say day-ay-ay-o (daylight come and he wa'n go home) Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day (Daylight come and me wan' go home) A beautiful bunch a'ripe banana (daylight come and he wan' go home) Hide the Deadly black tarantula (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH! (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH! (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Day, me say day-ay-ay-o (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Day-o, day-ay-ay-o (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o (Daylight come and me wan' go home)

Laurie, I got a tab running at the bar. I am out on the deck in the back... See you there.... Ken.

Christian Island Gordon Lightfoot I’m sailing down the summer wind I got whiskers on my chin And I like the mood I’m in As I while away the time of day In the lee of christian island Tall and strong she dips and reels I call her silver heels And she tells me how she feels She’s a good old boat and she’ll stay afloat Through the toughest gales and keep smilin’ But for one more day she would like to stay In the lee of christian island I’m sailing down the summer day Where the fish and seagulls play I put my troubles all away And when the gales comes up I’ll fill my cup With the whiskey of the highlands She’s a good old ship and she’ll make the trip From the lee of christian island Tall and strong she slips along I sing for her a song And she leans into the wind She’s a good old boat and she’ll stay afloat Through the toughest gales and keep smilin’ When the summer ends we will rest again In the lee of christian island

Which would you prefer? Small town thinking, a bit dated, perhaps, or a school where the kids have to walk through metal detectors to go to class and where people would step over your body if you dropped dead? Tit for tat I guess. I'd take the small town everytime. Same thing here... A small restaurant opened here locally, a girl I went to high school with, Brenda Fox. Called the restaurant / cafe "For Fox Sake". Everyone went insane. But the kids are safe in school and on the way home. You get what you get. Ken.

Way better in the ocean than on someone's back, I think. Ken.

Just for you..... Hottie. Ken.

What is keying a car?

Sweet Jane.... Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents - your dinner! Be......our.......guest! Be our guest! Put our service to the test! Tie your napkin 'round your neck, Cherie And we provide the rest Soup du jour Hot hors d'oeuvres Why, we only live to serve Try the grey stuff It's delicious! Don't believe me? Ask the dishes They can sing They can dance After all, Miss, this is France And a dinner here is never second best Go on, unfold your menu Take a glance and then you'll Be our guest Oui, our guest Be our guest! Beef ragout Cheese souffle Pie and pudding "en flambe!" We'll prepare and serve with flair A culinary cabaret! You're alone And you're scared But the banquet's all prepared No one's gloomy or complaining While the flatware's entertaining We tell jokes Sue does tricks With my fellow candlesticks And it's all in perfect taste That you can bet Come on and lift your glass You've won your own free pass To be out guest If you're stressed It's fine dining we suggest Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest! Life is so unnerving For a servant who's not serving He's not whole without a soul to wait upon Ah, those good old days when we were useful Suddenly those good old days are gone Ten years we've been rusting Needing so much more than dusting Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills Most days PinkFloyd1973 just lays around the castle, flabby, fat and lazy You walked in and oops-a-daisy! Be our guest! Be our guest! It's a guest! It's a guest! Sakes alive, well I'll be blessed! Wine's been poured and thank the Lord I've had the napkins freshly pressed With dessert She'll want tea And my dear that's fine with me While the cups do their soft-shoein' I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing I'll get warm Piping hot Heaven's sakes! Is that a spot? Clean it up! We want the company impressed We've got a lot to do! Is it one lump or two? For you, our guest! She's our guest! She's our guest! She's our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest Be our guest Our command is your request It's been years since we've had anybody here And Karhul's obsessed With your meal With your ease Yes, indeed, we aim to please While the candlelight's still glowing Let us help you We'll keep going Course by course One by one 'Til you shout, "Enough! I'm done!" Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest Tonight you'll prop your feet up But for now, let's eat up Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest! Please, be our guest! Ken.

Found more! From Rosalie's History People who had an impact Rosalie Trombley Radio music director Bob Seger sang it: “She’s got the tower/she’s got the power†— she is Rosalie Trombley, the music director of Windsor’s Top 40 powerhouse CKLW-AM, the most important call letters in the Midwest in its ’60s and ’70s heyday. The unassuming mother of three started as a receptionist and became music director in 1968. Because CKLW’s signal beamed into 26 states beyond Michigan and Ontario, when Trombley deigned to play a song and it caught fire, the song could blaze across the country within days. Detroit acts like Bob Seger got national exposure due to Trombley and “CK,†and Canadian groups like the Guess Who were suddenly made in the United States. Seger even wrote the song Rosalie about her, but it tanked. Professional to a fault, Trombley refused to play the song.

CKLW was not out of Detroit, as many people think. The "Big 8" (AM800) is still to this day located in my hometown of Windsor, Ontario. Detroit is across a one mile wide stretch of river from us, the Detroit River. In it's day, the Big 8 was totally responsible for launching the careers of most Motown stars. And plenty of Detroit rock stars got their start from CKLW. In particular, it was a program director, Rosalie Tromblay, that these guys were kissing up to. Seger wrote a song about her. These days, Rosalie works at the Casino Windsor, and enjoys talking about the old days. The DJ's that were there during the heyday are local legends, and probably eat free in all the area restaurants, LOL!. Eventually, AM800 changed it's format to all talk radio. It's known as Windsor's 'information station' and is a FAR cry from it's former self. Here is Seger's song. Rosalie Bob Seger Words and music by bob seger She’s quite the mediator A smoother operator you will never see She’ll see you later And no one dares disuade her openly She knows music And no music till you see Rosalie. She’s got the power Of loyal teens - queen Rosalie Rosalie... Rosalie...Rosalie She’s got the plastic Comes from all the corners, corners of the world So fantastic She’s everybody’s favorite little record girl She knows music No music till you see Rosalie She’s got the power... got the power, Rosalie...Rosalie... Rosalie From chattanooga to good old Bogalloosa You can hear them fine She makes her choices And it may be best to smilin’ when it’s choosin’ time Knows music No music till you see Rosalie She’s got the power, got the tower, Rosalie...Rosalie...Rosalie Knows music...knows music...knows music Rosalie...Rosalie Weather and traffic up next! Ken.

(quietly), I'm sorry, what did you say?.....

Dead Man's Curve Jan and Dean I was cruising in my Stingray late one night when an XKE pulled up on the right and rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag and challenged me then and there to a drag I said, "you're on, buddy, my mill's runnin' fine let's come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine I'll go you one better if you've got the nerve let's race all the way to dead man's curve. Dead man's curve Dead man's curve Won't come back from dead man's curve The street was deserted late Friday night we were buggin' each other while we sat out the light we both popped the clutch when the light turned green you shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine I flew past LaBrea, Schwab's, and Crescent Heights and all the Jag could see were my six taillights he passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve but I pulled her out and there we were at Dead man's curve Well, the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve. And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve. I know I'll never forget that horrible sight, I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right won't come back from dead man's curve Dead man's curve, Dead man's curve Dead man's curve, Dead man's curve Dead man's curve, Dead man's curve

They screened Halloween with no music, and it didn't go over very well. Then they added the well known piano scales music and people freaked. Ken.