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Paraphrased from "Forrest Gump": "You couldn't find your own beehind with both hands and a road map!" Techie: "It's Digital and you mind is Analog."

Um, considering that various government organizations have carte blanche to collect any kinds of information that The State sees fit to collect, isn't a little Paranoia in order here? (Sorry to put a damper on this discussion, but a scene out of the original "1984" haunts me...When Winston Smith's fear of rats is used to break him.) So, as Charlie Brown said to Lucy..."That's It!" when she mentioned Pantophobia. (The fear of everything?) So, it's time to end this post and bid good day to the NSA monitors, wherever they may be...

Drop by Netflix or a well-stocked video store and check out "Breaking Away." Then you'll find out how often those adults "made the bed springs squeak."

Although this is a Classic Rock board/thread, I haven't seen any one mention "Tell Laura I Love Her" performed by Ray Peterson as a candidate for the list. (It sounded soppy even in the day.)

From North of the 49th Parallel, Great Big Sea's view of War and Peace: "Recruiting Sargeant" Two recruiting sergeants came to the CLB, for the sons of the merchants, to join the Blue Puttees So all the hands enlisted, five hundred young men Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me They crossed the broad Atlantic in the brave Florizel, And on the sands of Suvla, they entered into hell And on those bloody beaches, the first of them fell [Chorus] So it's over the mountains, and over the sea Come brave Newfoundlanders and join the Blue Puttees You'll fight in Flanders, and at Galipoli Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me Then the call came from London, for the last July drive To the trenches with the regiment, prepare yourselves to die The roll call next morning, just a handful survived. Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me [Chorus] The stone men on Water Street still cry for the day When the pride of the city went marching away A thousand men slaughtered, to hear the King say Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me [Chorus x3] I remember Phil Ochs from my 1960's Folkie days, just before Astrud Gilberto changed my musical focus.

"Challenger: The Untold Story" on the National Geographic channel.

I guess "Dancing in the Streets" and "Please Mr. Postman" isn't enough for Karen & Richard Carpenter. (Try to find 17-year-old Karen Carpenter's rocking version of "California Dreaming" someday. Once only found on the only-in-Taiwan "As Time Goes By" CD.)

Hawaiian music is full of symbolism, images, and comparisons with natural elements, especially in place- and name-songs. Here's one that brought a Hula teacher to prominence in the 1980's. "Ka Wai Lehua 'A'ala Ka Honua" Ke iho la ka ua The rain descends Halihali na lehua o luna Bearing Lehua blossoms from above Helele'i pua i ke kai Falling into the sea Hula le'a na Lehua i ka moana The Lehua blossoms dance playfully upon the waves He kupa la ka ua i ke kai The rain is no stranger to the sea Ke ho'i hou e aloha mai As it returns once more to share its love He mele nou e ku'u lani A song for you, my heavenly one Kawailehua'a'a'alakahonua The Lehua waters (the rain) that pefumes the earth Composed by Frank Kawaikapuokalani Hewett (Appears on "Malie" by The Peter Moon Band) Is this an ethereal song? It's become part of the standard Hula repertoire since. :guitar:

Some years ago, I ran across this Kate Bush song about the art of war...and the people left behind. "Army Dreamers" "B.F.P.O."* Army dreamers. "Mammy's hero." "B.F.P.O." "Mammy's hero." Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. I've a bunch of purple flowers To decorate a mammy's hero. Mourning in the aerodrome, The weather warmer, he is colder. Four men in uniform To carry home my little soldier. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Ooh, what a waste of Army dreamers. Tears o'er a tin box. Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know, Like a chicken with a fox, He couldn't win the war with ego. Give the kid the pick of pips, And give him all your stripes and ribbons. Now he's sitting in his hole, He might as well have buttons and bows. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Ooh, what a waste of Army dreamers. Ooh, what a waste of all that Army dreamers, Army dreamers, Army dreamers, oh... ("B.F.P.O.") Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum... Army dreamers. Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum... ("Mammy's hero.") ("B.F.P.O.") Army Dreamers. ("Mammy's hero.") ("B.F.P.O.") No harm heroes. ("Mammy's hero.") ("B.F.P.O.") Army dreamers. ("Mammy's hero.") ("B.F.P.O.") No harm heroes. * B.F.P.O. British Forces Posted Overseas

"The Truth About Cats and Dogs," playing on WE. (I'd hear that it was an interesting movie, sorta like "Casual Sex?")

The Discovery Channel's "Mythbusters": "The shredded airplane fuselage" "Quest for fire; making fire without using a match." The previous segment concerned driving and flying: Will assuming the hunched over "crash position" literally save your neck? Is using a cel phone while driving as dangerous as driving drunk/under the influence? (Yes on both counts.) Why am I watching TV? "Software updates" and a dialup connection=long waits for double digit downloads.

It's a bit overdue, but Mr. Benedetto is getting the "Ray Charles" treatment. Clean living and singing standards will get you somewhere, just like Frank Whatzisname.

It's always been "The Who!" as far as I'm concerned. (If you can't hear because of years of 100dB+ music making, use espressive graphics to get your point across.) Or, do as Beethoven did, write something basic but powerful. "Peter Townsend's Ninth Symphony" has an interesting ring to it; now all he has to do it write #8, then #7...

Waist Deep In The Big Muddy by Pete Seeger 1963, planned for the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour in 1967 but CBS objected to the blacklisted Seeger making obvious references to the"big fool" in the White House, finally sung by Seeger on the Comedy Hour in 1968 as the finale in a medley of anti-war songs It was back in nineteen forty-two, I was a member of a good platoon. We were on maneuvers in-a Loozianna, One night by the light of the moon. The captain told us to ford a river, That's how it all begun. We were -- knee deep in the Big Muddy, But the big fool said to push on. The Sergeant said, "Sir, are you sure, This is the best way back to the base?" "Sergeant, go on! I forded this river 'Bout a mile above this place. It'll be a little soggy but just keep slogging. We'll soon be on dry ground." We were -- waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool said to push on. The Sergeant said, "Sir, with all this equipment No man will be able to swim." "Sergeant, don't be a Nervous Nellie," The Captain said to him. "All we need is a little determination; Men, follow me, I'll lead on." We were -- neck deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool said to push on. All at once, the moon clouded over, We heard a gurgling cry. A few seconds later, the captain's helmet Was all that floated by. The Sergeant said, "Turn around men! I'm in charge from now on." And we just made it out of the Big Muddy With the captain dead and gone. We stripped and dived and found his body Stuck in the old quicksand. I guess he didn't know that the water was deeper Than the place he'd once before been. Another stream had joined the Big Muddy 'Bout a half mile from where we'd gone. We were lucky to escape from the Big Muddy When the big fool said to push on. Well, I'm not going to point any moral; I'll leave that for yourself Maybe you're still walking, you're still talking You'd like to keep your health. But every time I read the papers That old feeling comes on; We're -- waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool says to push on. Waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool says to push on. Waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool says to push on. Waist deep! Neck deep! Soon even a Tall man'll be over his head, we're Waist deep in the Big Muddy! And the big fool says to push on! I didn't see that "Smothers Brothers" segment, but I came across the song some years later when a college radio station played it. :guitar:

"Porco Rosso," a Miyazaki Hayao Anime feature on Turner Classic Movies. This is the Japanese/English subtitled version.

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This one of these "other acts/artists are yet to be named" kind of things. Local acts/artists of the period haven't been named either, but the Crater Festival/Celebration was mum on details. The inside of Diamond Head/Le'ahi crater has been off limits to concert promoters of all stripes in spite of it's large grassy area and ampitheater-like qualities. The ticket cost and limited audience size makes it a "Rich Yuppie" venue, like the indoor Eagles concert.

OK, here's one that was used in a movie: "One Tin Soldier" performed by Coven Movie: "The Legend of Billy Jack" Then there's Simon & Garfunkel's "Scarborough Fair/Canticle" where antiwar lyrics alternate with the traditional song. Irish and Scots-Irish immigrants brought "Johnny Has Gone For A Soldier," which could be seen as an antiwar or war song depending on the context. "Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream," associated with Pete Seeger/The Weavers has a definite anti-military bend to it. "Ain't Gonna Study War No More" is yet another folk song with definite ideas about peace vs. war. Finally, for those who can remember something about the 1960's there's Country Joe & The Fish with "The FISH Cheer," which was featured in the movie "Woodstock," and it isn't F*I*S*H that's begin talked about. :guitar:

It's been 20-30 years since the inside of Diamond Head crater has been a music venue, but in the late 1960's to the mid-70's, one could welcome the new year with the likes of Santana, Steve Miller, Bachman-Turner Overdrive, and War. However, this April 1st, The Steve Miller Band and War will shake the place up from 2-8p.m., for $125-$175(!), which includes shuttle bus service. This toned-down version of the Crater Festival is limited to 7,500 bodies as a test. (When the tickets were $5 and people hiked over the crater rim back then, rowdiness, sex, drugs, fights, littering on a massive scale were the rule, when up to 50,000 gathered for a good time.) I'm not sure I'll go, since I'm older/wiser/less rowdy than back then. The ticket prices may look steep, but the last Eagles concert was in the $250 range.

BBC America's two "auction shows" via VHS tape: "Cash in the Attic" (I need x£ to remodel the house/travel/special event/special buy.) Alistair Appleton introduces the people, and Paul Hayes or Jonty Herndon ransack the house for saleables where dramatic music and running totals have a "Lifestyles of Gentry" feeling. "Bargain Hunt" David Dickinson has £200 each for a Red and Blue team of challengers who bet they can find enough saleable rubbish (er, collectibles) to make a profit at a local auction in two weeks time. Assisted/hindered by an expert, the two person team seek out That Which Interests Them. Once the swag is paid for, DD and the site auctioneer marvel/ridicule the purchases. The auction follows, and usually ends with a small/large/tremendous loss or, very rarely, a profit, which the Reds or Blues keep. (Now we know what BBC does with those TV licensing fees?)

Rockapella sounds bright, cheery, and kinda like "The Lettermen." A slight problem cropped up when I clicked on the link. Opera 8.51 heard nothing except a popup which it supressed. When the jukebox was relaunched, it was "Simon & Garfunkel" (The sounds of silence). Ditto for Firefox 1.5. As a last resort, I launched Safari 2.x and "S&G" showed up again. (I surf the Web on a Mac PowerBook to avoid Windows problems.) I emptied Safari's cache and heard the usual "dialup stutter" music, which may be worth having to relog hither and yon to refill ye cache. (I don't use Intergnat Exploder because I don't fancy getting old while waiting for a page to load.) Oh yes, when I saw "Rockapella," for some odd reason "The Nylons" came to mind. All in all a fine site, but technology does get in the way of the music.

"The Beatles in a new Beetle"? Since they were as BRITISH as Ian Fleming, an Austin Mini Cooper would be more apropriate. (Even if the new Mini Cooper is as German as the VW beetle.) "Jimi Hendrix" looks tame eough to use as clip art in a wall street annual report. (He defined Psychedelia for a while.) Too bad the site couldn't swing .mp3 playback, since these are musicians. (The lawyers are coming! The judges are marching!) Another little thing: this site is pop-up ad city!

Oops! the "Country Boys" title was left off the subject line. Kudos to The David School and all teachers, parents and concerned adults who mentor students who don't fit the "normal" school environment.

This reminds me of a Jules Feiffer (sp?) cartoon. First panel: a fellow waits in bed, awake. Second panel: his eyes start to close. Third panel: a woman in a filmy nightgown appears, "I'm ready, dear." Fourth panel: the woman now has curlers in her hair and has the TV on as Mr. sleeps, "It's the Tonight Show, with Johnny Carson!"