karaoke time again
Rudolph Berthold
excellent tune
Go to sleep you little baby
Go to sleep you little baby
Your momma's gone away and your daddy's gone to stay
Didn't leave nobody but the baby
Go to sleep you little baby
Go to sleep you little baby
Everybodys gone in the cotton and the corn
Didn't leave nobody but the baby
You're a sweet little baby
You're a sweet little baby
Honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop
Gonna bring a bottle to the baby
Don't you weep pretty baby
Don't you weep pretty baby
She's long gone with the red shoes on
Gonna meet another lovin baby
Go to sleep you little baby
Go to sleep you little baby
You and me and the devil makes three
Don't need no other lovin baby
Go to sleep you little baby
Go to sleep you little baby
Come and lay your bones on the alabaster stones
And be my ever lovin baby
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
Rudolph Berthold
repitoire
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:EAfQ7.72494$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
tiny dancer
td
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:L5gQ7.72502$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:MThQ7.179830$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
Rudolph Berthold
New blood joins this earth
and quickly he's subdued
through constant pained disgrace
the young boy learns their rules
with time the child draws in
this whipping boy done wrong
deprived of all his thoughts
the young man struggles on and on he's known
a vow unto his own
that never from this day
his will they'll take away
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub thee unforgiven
they dedicate their lives
to running all of his
he tries to please them all
this bitter man he is
throughout his life the same
he's battled constantly
this fight he cannot win
a tired man they see no longer cares
the old man then prepares
to die regretfully
that old man here is me
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub the unforgiven
you labeled me
I'll label you
so I dub the unforgiven
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:EAfQ7.72494$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
tiny dancer
of bluesy lullaby. It has lots of words with 'meanings' to me. Way to
early to try to sleep for me, don't want to 'wake' while it's still dark
out.
td
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:p9iQ7.72527$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
tiny dancer
target.
td
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:mjiQ7.72530$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:egiQ7.180528$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
Rudolph Berthold
three of them singing - I'll look it up
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:rdiQ7.180446$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:rdiQ7.180446$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
tiny dancer
Too many bitter tears are raining down on me
I'm far away from home
And I've been facing this alone
For much too long
Oh, I feel like no one ever told the truth to me
About growing up and what a struggle it would be
In my tangled state of mind
I've been looking back to find
Where I went wrong
Too much love will kill you
If you can't make up your mind
Torn between the lover and the love you leave behind
You're headed for disaster
Cause you never read the signs
Too much love will kill you everytime
I'm just the shadow of the man I used to be
And it seems like there's no way out of this for me
I used to bring you sunshine
Now all I ever do is bring you down
How would it be if you were standing in my shoes
Can't you see that it's impossible to choose
Oh there's no making sense of it
Everyway I go I'm bound to lose
Oh Yeah,
Too much love will kill you
Just as sure as none at all
It will drain the power that's in you
Make you bleed and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You're the victim of your crime
Too much love will kill you everytime
Yes too much love will kill you
It will make your life a lie
Yes too much love will kill you
And you won't understand why
In your eyes you'd sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much love will kill you
In the end
In the end
td
tiny dancer
td
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:ILiQ7.72533$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
Rudolph Berthold
Hey, I'm feeling tired
My time, is gone today
You flirt with suicide
Sometimes, that's ok
Hear what others say
I'm here, standing hollow
Falling away from me
Falling away from me
Day, is here fading
That's when, I would say
I flirt with suicide
Sometimes kill the pain
I can always say
'It's gonna be better tomorrow'
Falling away from me
Falling away from me
Beating me down
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground
Screamings of sound
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground
(falling away from me)
It's spinning round and round
(falling away from me)
It's lost and can't be found
(falling away from me)
It's spinning round and round
(falling away from me)
So down
Beating me down
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground
Screamings of sound
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground
Pressing me, they won't go away
So I pray, go away
It's falling away from me
Beating me down
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground
Screamings of sound
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:ILiQ7.72533$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:FNiQ7.181441$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:FNiQ7.181441$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
Rudolph Berthold
Abbey Lincoln, Nina Simone
Hey Lordy mama
I heard you wasn't feeling' good
They're spreadin' dirty rumors
All around the neighborhood
They say you're mean and evil
And don't know what to do
That's the reason that he's gone
And left you black and blue
Hey yeah
Tell me what you gonna do now
They say he's left you all alone
To weather this old storm
He's got another woman now
Hangin' on his arm, yeah yeah yeah
That old fool's tellin' everybody
He's sick and tired of you
Hey Lordy Lordy mama
What you gonna do
Hey yeah
Tell me what you gonna do
They say you love to fuss and fight
And bring a good man down
And don't know how to treat him
They say you ain't behind him
And just don't understand
And think that you're a woman
But actin' like a man
Hey Lordy mama
What you gonna do now
Get your nerves together, baby
And set the record straight
Set it straight
Let the whole round world know
It wasn't you
That cause his bitter fate
All these years you loved him
And he knows it's true
'Cause what you're wantin'
For your man
Is what he's wantin', too
Hey yeah
Tell me what you gonna do now
When you love a man enough
You're bound to disagree
'Cause ain't nobody perfect
'Cause ain't nobody free
Hey Lordy mama
Tell me what you gonna do
What you gonna do
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:EAfQ7.72494$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
tiny dancer
karaoke, she's got a certain style that doesn't translate on the screen.
Rock on gold dust woman'
Take your silver spoon
And dig your grave
Heartless challenge
Pick your prayer but not pray
Wake up in the morning
See your sunrise love to go down
Lousy lovers pick their prey
But they never cry out loud
Cry out
Well did she make you cry
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love
And is it over now
Do you know how
To pick up the pieces and go home
td
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:o5jQ7.72538$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
tiny dancer
the last one didn't come through, there wasn't any 'attachment' on it.
td
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:Q8jQ7.72539$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
helski
song.Good thinking Rudi!!
:-)
helski
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007795860.163308@bigboy...
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:i6jQ7.181981$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
Rudolph Berthold
the one I use
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:i6jQ7.181981$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
tiny dancer
How's Aaron?? Been wondering?
td
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007795860.163308@bigboy...
helski
I ahve been asked to be singer for a jaxzz blues combo.I'm gonna do a
similar version of her Willow Weep For Me also My baby Just Cares For me.
Also Eva Cassidy's Stormy Monday and Diana Kralls's Got You Under My Skin.
When i say their songs I mean similar keys/ style and arrangements!!
Can't wait!!:-)
Helski
helski
lost some feling and movement in one side of the body.They think physio can
help this.
Anyway the kid is gonna be ok I think!!
Thanks Tiny!!
Helski
tiny dancer
Rainbow. I listen to it all the time, but it doesn't have Stormy Monday on
it.
td
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007796244.988516@bigboy...
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:GmjQ7.182422$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
tiny dancer
find out. He had him on his 'list' you know, still batting 1000% I'm so
glad at this news! Made me smile. How's Yas?
td
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007796563.977588@bigboy...
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007796563.977588@bigboy...
tiny dancer
that forever.
td
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:AwjQ7.72550$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:7vjQ7.182650$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
helski
life.:-(
Thanks Tiny and Rudi
Helski
helski
have to do it that way.
Helski
Rudolph Berthold
Hear the lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds to blue to fly
The midnight train is a-winding low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
I've never seen a night so long
When time keeps crawling by
The moon is gone behind the clouds
To hide his face and cry
Have you ever seen a robin weep
When leaves have turned to brown?
Like me he's lost his will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple haze
And yes I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007797616.299178@bigboy...
tiny dancer
it came back to me again, helski.
td
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007797616.299178@bigboy...
tiny dancer
thing about trying to 'break up' a song though, how is that done?
td
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:lMjQ7.72555$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
Rudolph Berthold
the other side
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:GJjQ7.183035$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
helski
I'm doing this is in the trio at the moment From Veedon Fleece.I adore
that album!!!Might send Fair Play.
I'm kicking off from centre field
A question of being down for the agme
The one shot dael don't amtter
And the other one's the same
Oh my friend I see you
Want you to come thru(alright)
And they're standing in the sahdows
Where the street lights all turn blue
She's leaving for an American
Suitcase in her hand
I said brothers and sisters
are all on Atlantic sand
She's screaming through the alley way
I haer the lonely cry.why can't you
And her abttereies are corroded
And her hundred watt bulb just blew
lallalalla......alright
She used to ahng out down at Miss Lucy's
Every weekend they would get loose
And it wasa straight clear case of
Having taken in too much juice
It was outside, and it was outside
Just the anture of the person
Now all you got to remeber
After all it's all showbiz
lallalalla...alright
We'er scraeming down the alley way
I aher her lonely cry,ah why can't you
And they're standing in the shadows
Where teh street lights all turn blue
Hey hey yeah.......( usual Van grunts!!!:-)
tiny dancer
What the hell is a proggie?? And I'm not much on 'sewing on buttons' !
Who's gonna do the stichin?? I'm guessing you 'expected' me to know what
all that means??
heheheheh/hahahaha
td
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:lTjQ7.72557$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:WPjQ7.183205$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
helski
FAIR PLAY Van..
Fair play to you
Killarney's legs are so blue
And the architecture I'm taking in with my mind
So fine..
tell me of Poe
osacr Wilde and Thoreau
Let your midnight and your daytime turn into love of life
It's a very fine line
but you've got the mind child
To carry on
When it's just about to be
Carried on...
Refrain:
And there's only one meadows way to go
And you say"Geronimo"
There's only one meadow's way to go
And you say "Geronimo"
A papreback book
As we awlk down the street
Fill my mind with tales of mystery,mystery
And imagination
Forever fair
and I'm touching your hair
I wish we could be dreamers
In this draem,ohhh
Let it dream
Refrain
fair paly to you
Killarney's legs are so blue
High-ho silver,tit for tat
And I love you for that
etc etc..........
HB
helski
helsk
tiny dancer
know it's got a keyboard and screen and a couple speakers! I do know how to
turn the damn thing on and off. You should hear me when I call for help! I
feel like I should try to shove a xanax through the receiver of the phone
for the poor guy who's gotta help me! :-) Geez Rudy, I thought you knew
tiny wasn't much on machines and such! I buy all electrical appliances with
as few buttons and switches as I can find! And then I need 'step by step'
directions to manage those!
td
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:jZjQ7.72560$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007799067.20216@bigboy...
tiny dancer
one......All by Myself.......always made me cry.
td
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:u8kQ7.72571$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
helski
helsk
helski
Wish I had cable...maybe one day we will have it.:-(
helsk
helski
helsk
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:T0kQ7.183581$HA6.30...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
Rudolph Berthold
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007799691.895238@bigboy...
tiny dancer
miss those too!
td
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007799691.895238@bigboy...
sis
a frightening thought is dawning on me: Has my finger slipped, and killfiled
you out of mistake?!?
I can't see you...How do I get you back? Or was it something you did?
Lotte
PS: If I don't answer, it's because I can't read your posts...
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> skrev i meddelandet
news:1007798934.737114@bigboy...
sis
Ooo, this is getting spooky: What have I done?
Lotte
"sis" <lowies...@spray.se> skrev i meddelandet
news:JbqQ7.456$37....@nntpserver.swip.net...
Jacque Keller
Jacque
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:EAfQ7.72494$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
> here's a song by the 'witches' from the movie 'oh brother where art
thou' -
> excellent tune
>
> Go to sleep you little baby
> Go to sleep you little baby
> Your momma's gone away and your daddy's gone to stay
> Didn't leave nobody but the baby
>
> Go to sleep you little baby
> Go to sleep you little baby
> Everybodys gone in the cotton and the corn
> Didn't leave nobody but the baby
>
> You're a sweet little baby
> You're a sweet little baby
> Honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop
> Gonna bring a bottle to the baby
>
> Don't you weep pretty baby
> Don't you weep pretty baby
> She's long gone with the red shoes on
> Gonna meet another lovin baby
>
> Go to sleep you little baby
> Go to sleep you little baby
> You and me and the devil makes three
> Don't need no other lovin baby
>
> Go to sleep you little baby
> Go to sleep you little baby
> Come and lay your bones on the alabaster stones
> And be my ever lovin baby
tiny dancer
tiny dancer
"Jacque Keller" <ji...@alltel.net> wrote in message
news:9uut61$b46$1...@iac5.navix.net...
Jacque Keller
Now that's a tough one. It's sort of a morality play with unusual
twists. It's supposedly loosely based on the Odyssey, with, for
instance, one group of ladies and one group of men singing being the
'Sirens.' I'm not sure I can really explain it! But my DH and I
really enjoyed it, partially because the music was great and partially
because it was just different and interesting. Here is a review that
explains it better than I ever could! <G>
~Jacque~
They've done Minnesota, they've done Arizona, they've done LA (twice).
Now, with O Brother, Where Art Thou?, the Coen brothers do the Deep
South. The result, as Nick Roddick reports, is an updated version of
Homer's Odyssey with bluegrass music. Inevitable, really.
The old stories are the best: that's what the Coen brothers must have
decided somewhere along the road to completing the screenplay for O
Brother, Where Art Thou? It's a title which might, given the Coens'
laconic sense of humour and the fact that, even in their 40s, they
still work together, be self-referential. It might be, but it isn't.
What it does refer to is a version of Homer's Odyssey, starting out in
rural Mississippi in the thirties and ending up in (where else?)
Ithaca - as in the New York State town that lies between Syracuse and
the New Jersey border. Along the way, there are sirens singing on a
rock in the Mississippi (they couldn't find the right kind of rocks
so, being the Coens, they had them built), John Goodman as Big Dan
Teague, a one-eyed (Cyclops, geddit?) bible salesman, and an ex-wife
called Penny (Holly Hunter), who is waiting for our hero - Ulysses
Everett McGill, played by George Clooney - at the end of the road.
There's also real-life thirties gangster Babyface Nelson, played by
Michael Badalucco, who last worked for the Coens on Miller's Crossing.
And lots of bluegrass music. I'm not quite sure where bluegrass music
and Babyface Nelson fit in with Homer but it doesn't really matter.
And the music - by legendary bluesman and producer T Bone Burnett, who
put together the music for The Big Lebowski but actually composes
here - ends up being pretty central to the film. "Early on," says
Ethan, "the issue of music began to inform our thinking about it, and
that argued for a Southern setting. One other thing that conspired to
make it Southern was the early idea of making the characters
chain-gang refugees." "The two things came together at the same time,"
adds Joel. "It all coalesced around the idea of doing a relatively
contemporary version of The Odyssey, but in this region and with
bluegrass music." Conversations with the Coens have a habit of going
round in circles. Fortunately, however, their movies don't. And O
Brother, Where Art Thou? does so least of all: for one thing, Homer
wouldn't have stood for it. The whole idea of a story you told in
parts, night after night, was that it involved a journey: Tuesday
night you were here, Wednesday night there, Thursday night somewhere
else, and so on.
So there is definitely a journey and it is definitely based on Homer.
"This project's been in the works for 3,000 years, ever since Homer
started yapping about it," says Joel. He reckons it's a very American
story. Producer Eric Fellner reckons it's universal. That's what you
get with the old stories: everyone can identify with them. Or, as
Fellner puts it: "Yes, their stories are quintessentially American,
but the quality of their film-making, the quality of the acting and
the uniqueness of the stories they tell all travel well." It's a good
point. After all, you didn't have to know much about trailer-life in
the desert to appreciate Raising Arizona or be familiar with Minnesota
to get Fargo. But it might help to know that, like the former but
unlike the latter, O Brother is more of a comedy than not. "In terms
of tone," says Joel, "it does sort of resemble Raising Arizona more
than it does Fargo or Miller's Crossing. There aren't any bodies in
wood-chippers or people throwing up blood." What there is is a
chain-gang in thirties Mississippi, linking a petty criminal called
Everett (Clooney), a maladjusted guy called Pete (John Turturro, who
starred in the Coens' Cannes Palme d'Or-winner, Barton Fink), and a
simple soul called Delmar (Tim Blake Nelson).
Having little to lose and believing buried treasure to lie at the end
of the line, the three of them become fugitives from the chain gang
and hit the road, where many wonders befall them, usually in the form
of an actor playing a cameo. There is New Orleans singer Chris Thomas
King as a guy called Tommy Johnson, who (like another Johnson called
Robert) is on his way to Jackson to sing on the wireless; Goodman as
the bible salesman; Babyface Nelson, who meets them in mid-hold-up and
likes their style; and Charles Durning as Governor Pappy O'Daniel, who
is on the re-election trail. In the end, the trio get to Ithaca, which
is where the treasure is supposed to be. But beware the words of the
blind prophet: "You will find a fortune, but not the fortune you
seek." Life can be like that. Some of the parts in O Brother, Where
Art Thou? were written with the actors in mind, others not. "We always
do a combination of writing for specific actors and writing not
knowing who's going to play the part," says Joel. "Sometimes, mid-way
through writing the screenplay, it becomes clear who we want for a
part, so it ends up essentially being written for a specific actor."
"In this instance," adds Ethan, "we wrote for John Goodman: we knew we
wanted him to be the sort of Cyclops equivalent [Goodman had starred
with Jeff Bridges in the Coens' last movie, The Big Lebowski], and we
wrote the part of Penny for Holly [who was in Raising Arizona]. And we
also wrote the Babyface Nelson part for Michael Badalucco." The role
of Ulysses Everett McGill was still open by the time the pair had
finished writing, however. Until, as things do with the Coens, the
name of George Clooney - who had just played a somewhat similar
debonair thief in the 1998 hit Out of Sight - cropped up in the
conversation. Wait long enough and the right idea comes along. Anyway,
Clooney and Everett seemed the perfect fit, so they sent him the
script.
Clooney did what most actors do when they get a call from the Coens:
he jumped. "The idea of getting a chance to work with guys like this
was a thrill," he says. "They sent the script and, before I read it, I
said yes! When I did read it, I thought it was a hysterically funny
and smart script. I couldn't believe how lucky I was." John Turturro
had much the same reaction, with the possible difference that he
already knew how lucky he would be. "With these guys," says Turturro,
who picked up a Best Actor award at Cannes for Barton Fink, "I
basically would do just about anything. Whether it's the lead or one
scene, it doesn't matter to me. But I really enjoyed reading this
script. It's very funny and imaginative and there are lots of great
characters. It's an intelligent adventure film."
"They're brilliant directors," sums up Fellner. "They create
interesting material and they make phenomenal films. Actors are
attracted to that." Joel is the older Coen (by three years, born in
1954 to Ethan's 1957). He's the one with the dark straight hair and
the more defined beard. Ethan is the one with curly hair. And they've
worked together since Ethan was about eight. Usually, Joel directs and
Ethan produces, but sometimes it's the other way round. They write
together, and they edit together, the old-fashioned way, with a grease
pencil and film, using the pseudonym Roderick Jaynes. They don't
always admit to this last part, and have even invented a biography for
Jaynes. It goes: "Roderick Jaynes (Film Editor) began his career
minding the tea cart at Shepperton Studios in the thirties. He
eventually moved into the editing department, where he worked on some
of the more marginal pictures of the British film industry of the
fifties and sixties. With the demise of the Carry On series he retired
from film, but emerged from retirement to work on Joel and Ethan Coen'
s first movie, Blood Simple. He has worked on most of their pictures
since. Mr Jaynes resides in Hove, Sussex, with his chow Otto. He is
still widely admired in the film industry for his impeccable grooming
and is the world's foremost collector of Margaret Thatcher nudes, many
of them drawn from life." There are several people called 'Jayne' in
the Brighton & Hove phone book, but no 'Jaynes'. Like the ideas which
grow into their films - whether a determined female cop from Fargo or
a furniture salesman called Nathan Arizona whose wife has sextuplets -
Roderick Jaynes actually lives in a country somewhere near America
called Coenland. "I always think that Joel and Ethan write from an
imaginary place," concludes Holly Hunter, who has known the brothers
for nearly 20 years, "so the worlds they create are not necessarily
based in reality. The South of O Brother, Where Art Thou? is not the
one I grew up in. But it's a very big story. It's got big scope. What
are you going to do? It's based on The Odyssey."
"tiny dancer" <tinyda...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:LXCQ7.200030$HA6.35...@typhoon.southeast.rr.com...
Rudolph Berthold
movie was that it was mentioned in the old forties movie 'sullivan's
travels' about a director who was going to make a movie called 'oh brother
where art thou?' - was veronica lake's first movie and started that 'hair
over one eye' phenomenon immortalized by jessica rabbit hehehehehehe
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"Jacque Keller" <ji...@alltel.net> wrote in message
news:9uv4p4$f4m$1...@iac5.navix.net...
helski
Helski
Rudolph Berthold
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul...
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand
What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:
They would not listen; they did not know how --
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand
What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:
They would not listen; they did not know how --
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
But still, your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do --
But I could've told you, Vincent:
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you.
Starry, Starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know
What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:
They would not listen; they're not listening still --
Perhaps they never will.
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"sis" <lowies...@spray.se> wrote in message
news:JbqQ7.456$37....@nntpserver.swip.net...
Jacque Keller
I don't know why it triggered thoughts of it, but did you see
"Priscilla, Queen of the Desert?" The American "version" was filmed
near here ("With All My Love, Julie Newmar"). Both were movies I
thoroughly enjoyed, even though Priscilla was much more difficult to
watch because of the saddness).
I like off-beat films (not to be confused with teen flicks or
who-can-act-the-dumbest-type, please). I'm not "educated" enough to
be a true critic, but I do know what I enjoy, what entertains me, and
what makes me think. That's all the credentials I have for film (or
any other kind of art) review.
Jacque
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007894372.659284@bigboy...
Jacque Keller
(47) I now cannot remember the names of artists like I once did.
This one makes me cry.
Jacque
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:gtHQ7.73562$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
tiny dancer
'Raising Arizona' and 'Fargo'.......so..... I certainly appreciate all the
time and trouble you went to, to inform me. And I always love movies with a
super sound tract. Thanks again,
tiny dancer
"Jacque Keller" <ji...@alltel.net> wrote in message
news:9uv4p4$f4m$1...@iac5.navix.net...
tiny dancer
don't think it was Don McLean but couldn't say for sure.
tiny dancer
"Jacque Keller" <ji...@alltel.net> wrote in message
news:9v0dvp$a6i$1...@iac5.navix.net...
helski
helski
helski
You'll like it.The music is very much part of it.
H
helski
"Priscilla, Queen of the Desert?" The American "version" was filmed
near here ("With All My Love, Julie Newmar"). Both were movies I
thoroughly enjoyed, even though Priscilla was much more difficult to
watch because of the saddness).
Hi ya,
Didn't know there was an American Version of Priscilla....you sure????
I know there was one with Patrick Swayse and Wesley Snipes but not meant to
be a Priscilla copy.
I loved Priscilla I know the pub at Broken Hill where they did that scene in
fact all the outback where it was made.
I spent time out ther after my accident as a governess and lived with Park
ranger friends who were in charge of Mootwingee aboriginal Historic
Site.Beautiful country.
Helski
tiny dancer
head.......but then my 'heads' usually all fucked up, so what do I know!
:-) I stand corrected. Thanks helski,
Luv,
td
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007928511.907460@bigboy...
Rudolph Berthold
I loves you, Porgy,
Don't let him take me
Don't let him handle me
And drive me mad
If you can keep me
I wanna stay here with you forever
And I'll be glad
Yes I loves you, Porgy,
Don't let him take me
Don't let him handle me
With his hot hands
If you can keep me
I wants to stay here with you forever
I've got my man
I loves you, Porgy,
Don't let him take me
Don't let him handle me
And drive me mad
If you can keep me
I wanna stay here with you forever
I've got my man
Someday I know he's coming to call me
He's going to handle me and hold me
So, it' going to be like dying, Porgy
When he calls me
But when he comes I know I'll have to go
I loves you, Porgy,
Don't let him take me
Honey, don't let him handle me
and drive me mad
If you can keep me
I wanna stay here with you forever
I've got my man
--
RB
dream scorpion's sting at night,
inner turmoil wields great might,
fret concerning things most dear,
strength eroding with subtle fear.
"Jacque Keller" <ji...@alltel.net> wrote in message
news:9uut61$b46$1...@iac5.navix.net...
tiny dancer
good song is always appreciated.
td
"Rudolph Berthold" <rber...@canada.com> wrote in message
news:dJWQ7.73909$Z2.10...@nnrp1.uunet.ca...
Jacque Keller
to "Priscilla." ~ Jacque
(Obviously an old review)
Dragging the Line | Grant Alden
The straight world has been offered three cinematic peeks up the
skirts of drag queens these last few seasons. First the low-budget
documentary Paris Is Burning went where no camera had gone before,
then the Academy Award-winning Priscilla, Queen of the Desert took off
traipsing across the Australian outback, and now To Wong Foo, Thanks
For Everything! Julie Newmar (hereinafter To Wong Foo) breaks down in
Nebraska.
For those in a hurry, then, here's the capsule review: If Disney had
remade Priscilla, she'd look like To Wong Foo (for the record, Amblin
Entertainment is in charge here). Perhaps the rule of thumb is, "The
shorter the title, the better the film."
And a caveat, before we continue. My acquaintance with the drag
community is at best peripheral. Once, 15 years ago, I went to a
costume party as Max Klinger. I felt really stupid walking into a 7-11
to buy beer, and mother threatened to take a picture. A few years
later I ended up at the Golden Crown, surrounded by football
player-sized men in dresses, and they meant it. I've met a few drag
queens since, mostly out of costume. My ignorance in this matter,
then, is almost boundless, and even so the inherent dishonesty
underlying To Wong Foo is striking.
To the plot, then, which could have used thickening. Vida (Patrick
Swayze) and Noxeema (Wesley Snipes) tie for first place in a bigtime
NYC drag competition, and get an all-expenses-paid trip to a national
pageant in Hollywood. Chi Chi (John Leguizamo) shows up on their
doorstep with a bad case of low self esteem, so they sell the plane
tickets (to Robin Williams), buy a convertible Cadillac, and begin
driving.
But first they stop by Vida's nouveau riche parents' home in
Pennsylvania, where Vida is once again shunned. She throws away the
map, and the adventure begins (though she never, ever gives up the
wheel). Can Vida and Noxi turn Chi Chi into a proper drag queen? Just
wait for the final scene for the answer. Can the girls (and being men,
they're big girls) get a hotel room without being beaten up? Of course
they can, it's a women's basketball convention; Noxi almost forgets
she's a girl and dunks. Can they defend themselves against predatory
small-town police? Sure, even if Vida thinks she killed Chris Penn in
the process, and Penn is consigned to spending the balance of the film
in apoplectic homophobia. (And with whom is the audience meant to
sympathize?)
And what happens when the car breaks down in a really, really, really
small town in Nebraska? (And can you count plot and character
similarities between this and Priscilla?) Actually, it's hard to know
who is done a greater disservice here, drag queens or residents of
small towns. We are introduced to a whole caste of cliches, wife
beaters, young innocents, neglected souls, unrequited lovers,
groin-scratching roughnecks, abandoned ancients, etc.
Here are some names to remember: Beeban Kidron, Douglas Carter Beane,
G. Mac Brown, and Bruce Cohen. They are, respectively, director,
writer, producer and executive producer. They're responsible. But
somebody at Amblin Entertainment green-lighted this project, somebody
signed the check, and you have to wonder just exactly what they were
thinking.
To Wong Foo is in trouble from the beginning. We get to watch Patrick
Swayze, a man's man, a swashbuckling action hero, put on make-up. He
makes good faces, and looks surprisingly good in drag. He plays Vida
as if she were the divorced wife of a rich man compelled to work as an
executive secretary, or at least that's the wardrobe he's been issued.
Only, while we're watching this transformation, the audience is
laughing.
See, nobody thinks Patrick Swayze wears a dress for real, so it's
funny. As for Wesley Snipes, well, he's so danged buff, he's got those
nice, broad shoulders and those thickly muscled arms there's no
suspension of disbelief possible. That is, one is neither able nor
asked to forget that behind the dresses and the forced camp those are
really straight, male movie stars wearing dresses. John Leguizamo has
better luck with Chi Chi, if only because his is not a household face.
So here's the second riddle: Why would you cast a movie about drag
queens with mainstream action heroes (and who's giving Snipes and
Swayze career advice; what'd they say, "Terrence Stamp got an Oscar
for wearing a dress, try one on for size"?) who obviously have little
or no connection to the world of drag? Are we pretending there aren't
gay actors in Hollywood - or maybe even, gasp!, real drag queens - who
could have done the job?
Of course not. We're trying to make a safe, commercially successful
movie.
Drag is safe and fun and titillating, so long as the audience may
constantly be reassured that it's only a movie. See, usually, you want
the audience to forget that it's only a movie. You want them to get
lost in the world you spent several tens of millions of dollars and a
good part of your life to create.
So these safe, neutered drag queens wear dresses - closets full - all
the time. (Maybe I'm wrong, but wouldn't most folks have the sense not
to travel across middle America in full make-up? Drag is a special
occasion kind of thing, whereas transvestites adopt the persona of the
opposite sex as full-time as possible, right?) They have no sex lives
(this, in fact, is a plot point between Chi Chi and one of the
townies). They never even kiss. They don't have jobs - well, that's
not so hard to believe. They barely swear, hardly drink, and are full
of hard-won folk wisdom. And they sure know how to throw a party,
season a stew, and stop a wife-beater.
Wait. This is a comedy. It's not supposed to be profound, it's
supposed to make people laugh. We're trying to make - remember - a
safe, commercially successful movie. And there are laughs in To Wong
Foo, not all of them jokes shared between actor and audience. There
are even odd moments when fragments of something much better peek
through the ruins. There's an odd High Plains Drifter riff at the end,
for example, but it could just be an accident of costume design that
leaves the town painted red.
Further, it has to be a good sign that Hollywood - which still,
despite Bob Dole's protestations, functions as a very nervous mirror
in which mainstream society sees itself - views drag as suitable fare
for a safe, box-office-friendly flick. (Good thing drive-ins are out
of fashion, though). For all the tension in society about sex, sex
roles, and sexuality, for all the (imagined) pull to the right and
return to family values, there is something nurturing, even, about a
really poorly made drag flick coming out of a mainstream studio.
As social commentary, it's a good sign. But as a film, there's utterly
no reason for To Wong Foo to have been made. None of the characters
are given enough depth, humanity or resonance to justify being met in
a dark movie theater. These people aren't real. It's all a fantasy
(and, yes, drag is all about fantasy) created by careerists who have
no touch with reality. Priscilla, remember - which also had straight
actors in the leads, or so they said - had drag performers on the
crew, as costume designers and coaches. And Priscilla was funny. But
Priscilla had characters, and they didn't always do what was most
expected of them.
To Wong Foo doesn't have characters, just actors. And there's never a
moment in this film when the audience isn't absolutely reassured that,
should things get really bad, Patrick Swayze and Wesley Snipes will
tear off those silly dresses and kick some serious ass.
Now if only John Woo had been behind the camera.
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007928966.148831@bigboy...
helski
I loves you, Porgy,
Don't let him take me
Don't let him handle me
And drive me mad
Mine too the whole album.
helski
helski
queens in them.
:-)
Helski
helski
Shiet I hope I wasn't sounding kurt!!!
helski
tiny dancer
for me! :-) Almost broke my arm patting myself on the back I was so nice
:-)
td
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007967974.717034@bigboy...
helski
Almost broke my arm patting myself on the back I was so nice
LOL!!!
Helski
sis
:´-)
Lotte
"Ahote" <ah...@aol.com> skrev i meddelandet
news:20011210021918...@mb-fi.aol.com...
>
> BitterSweet Symphony
> by Sylvy
> Singapore
>
>
> I say to you, that without a doubt, Life is a BitterSweet Symphony. It's
> lukewarm coffee with curdled milk, but with remnants of Equal still stuck
to
> the rims. Sometimes, it's like a beautiful Sonnet, a bouquet of roses and
love
> and all and everything that is perfect, or what we deem by our standards
to be
> perfect. However, the Rolling People found out that that isn't quite the
> absolute truth all the time, that really, many things that people live by
or
> live on in life that don't last, don't work out, the way they think they
will.
>
> It's all a farce. Immortality's a myth, Free love ain't free, and hell,
The
> Drugs just Don't Work.
>
> Why do we continually try to grasp at whatever we can get at in life?
Really.
> What for? People are fickle, fickle. Never happy with what they get. Or
have.
> That's why hearts are broken, suicides are committed and we are resigned,
some
> of us without even trying. It's Catching The Butterfly with the best net
you
> can lay your hands upon, but best nets tear too, someday. With the money
we
> have, we don't bother to mend it. We throw it away, and get ourselves
another
> net. And there you go, all over again.
>
> It's become a Neon Wilderness, this world has. Bright but not brilliant,
> glaring with no glow, pomp and glamour, feather boas and sequins for show.
> Almost like a cheesy Broadway production. We had all the Space And Time in
this
> God-given world, there ain't much left now though.
>
> I long for the days when lying beneath the Weeping Willow was the
highlight of
> the day. Because that's when dreams form, develop... when a small seed of
> imagination and all things lovely are planted within the unfathomable
depths of
> our hearts. Somehow it's just not possible these days. Actually, we make
it so.
> Society just doesn't offer privilege or room to those who take their time
to
> dream, and think, and feel. Some may be slow to move on, keep up with the
rest,
> but if they can't move as fast as the others, at least they shouldn't go
into
> reverse. It's a Lucky Man who can still afford to keep up with this
seemingly
> simple, yet indispensable aspect of life. Wonder how many souls of such
are
> still around.
>
> Maybe... One Day, This Time, on a Velvet Morning, when peace hangs like a
> fragrance in the air, so thick that it's tangible, and when the blue of
the sky
> is close to what the first sky must have been like at the time of Eden,
the
> dawn of creation. just maybe, that will be the day the cares of the world
> pass away, and nothing abides in our hearts but love. All that is impure
will
> be washed, cleansed, what was destroyed will be built up again, where it
was
> empty and void, therein from love shall flood and overflow.
>
> So it's up to us, to you, to make the best, and dance and twirl to the
rhythm
> of the lilting melody of what we call Life. When the cymbals clash too
soon, or
> discordant screeches sound instead of perfect notes, remember, its all
part of
> the package. It's the striving towards obtaining the perfect pitch and
quality
> that keeps us going. Though perfection is something we might never achieve
in
> this lifetime, it is, however, something that will become a reality, when
> everything else that was real around us has diminished and faded away. I
say to
> you, Come On, join me, and we shall be part of the chorus that is called
the
> BitterSweet Symphony.
>
>
Jacque Keller
and Outlook Express working in harmony. After losing three hours and
200 messages yesterday, things seem to be working better.
I don't have anything further to comment on the two movies -- I only
shared the one review to show reviewers felt the two movies had
similarities. I enjoyed them both, although on different levels. I
guess it's all in one's perspective (and perhaps I have none <G>).
Jacque
"helski" <hel...@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:1007967909.552089@bigboy...
helski
>>I guess it's all in one's perspective (and perhaps I have none <G>).
I wouldn't say that!
I just wouldn't call it the US version is all.
:-)
helski
sis
helski
I've been lurking a lot.
(-:
Helski