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SO agreed on Tim Rogers! I could listen to him ramble for hours. Such a natural performer, so very funny.

Oh, ouch!

I gave up taking music critics too seriously a long time ago, because even if I agree strongly with one comment a critic makes, it seems like the next comment out of the same critic's mouth (pen) is something I totally disagree with. I've had far better luck with listening to the recommendations of a small pool of trusted friends, and the music I listen to the most is rarely what the current crop of critics are raving about. Music is so hard to write about.

Wow. Hal David's greatest hits Here is a list of some of the many hits with lyrics written by Hal David, who died Saturdayat age 91: "The Four Winds and the Seven Seas," for Vic Damone "The Bell Bottom Blues," for Teresa Brewer "Broken Hearted Melody," for Sarah Vaughan "Sea of Heartbreak," for Don Gibson "Johnny Get Angry," for Joanie Sommers "My Heart's an Open Book," for Carl Dobkins, Jr. "The Story of My Life," for Marty Robbins "Magic Moments," for Perry Como "Blue on Blue," for Bobby Vinton "Wives and Lovers," for Jack Jones "What the World Needs Now is Love," for Jackie De S

Rest in peace, Hal, and thanks for the music.

Yeah, they've done at least one show in Brazil.

If only Clint had been.

Much of it is brutally honest!

We actually could, if we wanted to, but it would be very inconvenient as we have a long, single-wide driveway (and another car), and the gate is generally locked. So it would be a pain to park in the garage. But hey, we found a whole bunch of the kids' toys that they had completely forgotten about...stilts! Archery set! Water balloon launcher! etc. Also some WWII gear that had belonged to my husband's father, like metal canteens. It was low-level archaeology, pulling all this stuff out. Does anybody know how we'd go about getting a mess of mineral samples analyzed and possibly appraised? I

I love Wishful Thinking.

Now you're just talking crazy. Seriously? With so many other magnificent songs from which to choose?

Thanks Tweedling! Diane, you must simply launch yourself into the thick of it. Afterward, you'll have more apartment available for parties and such. (Invite me)

Incredibly creepy statement about the times in which we live!

Ok, maybe it doesn't really deserve its own thread, but seriously, we just completed a deep cleaning of the garage that involved cleaning and organizing years of stuff and kids' toys...oh, the dust layers! *ack* We must've worked steadily at it for at least the last month, cleaning one thing or another....even during that 100-plus heat wave. (We just waited until about 9 pm to even start working, in that weather.) Today, we finally finished! Today we got to put all the clean, organized stuff we still wanted back into the garage. I'm telling you, I had tears in my eyes. No, I didn't, but I

Sparky, I'd love for that story to be true! I guess only Neil knows. I remember so well watching the grainy footage of Neil's first steps on the first surface beyond the earth...it was mind-boggling to consider, and to watch. Afterward, we went out into the street in front of our house, where we could see the moon well, and just stared up at it, knowing that at that very moment, humans were on it. A lot of the neighbors were outside looking up, too. Rest in peace, Neil. What a life!

Happiest of birthdays to the force behind this whole magnificent thing we call Wilco, and a wacky little site called Via Chicago! We love you, Jeff! and so forth!

Years ago she was married to a veteran of the 101st airborne division that my dad also had belonged to, so when they'd hold reunions & potlucks, Phyllis would be there with her husband. I was just a young teen then, and not terribly aware of who she was, but I do remember that she was a great gal, a lot of fun at those gatherings. It seemed like everybody loved her. Rest in peace, Phyllis.

Hmmm. That site says Scott was born on Jan. 10, 1939, not the year 1030. He was a remarkable guy, but not, uh....(doing the math)...932 years old! I'll correct the topic title for you, i'm only sleeping. Rest in peace, Scott. I'll always remember the summer of '67, when your song was all over the airwaves, and my family moved up to northern California. We stopped near the Golden Gate bridge as we traveled through San Francisco, and as we took in the view, my brother Steve tucked a flower into his hair, crooning "San Francisco". Good memories.

Just saw this. How very sad.

That's very well put, Diane, and I feel very much the same...I've always had a problem listening to artists with whom I had strong personal differences in social outlook. Intellectually I feel it shouldn't really matter so much, but I have to admit that for me it does. Even when I can appreciate that the music itself isn't bad...or even that it's rather good!...if I am turned off by the individual "delivering" it, it somehow comes through in the songs, for me. It's that elusive emotional component of music, which is hard to put a finger on, but when an artist connects for you, you just know

Even Ted Nugent should stop listening to Ted Nugent.

You're always in for a good story with John Irving!

I could see that.

What an intense book that was, so original. I'm really looking forward to the movie. The trailer makes it seem like they got the right tone. Yay, because it could have been very poorly done. This looks intriguing and mesmerizing!