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Thank you for this movie.......after so many years.

After 25 years, it's nice to know.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

This is hard to admit........
Lori and I have been hand in hand for almost 30 years now.........

She hates me from time to time.........

I have always loved her.

But this is an earthly thingy.........

I will always love her.

Happy Valentine's day.......

Golde, I am asking you a question.......

If......that's not love, what is?

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

OK....now this is very interesting, although not everybody's cuppa tea, I suppose.

Remember Stan Freberg? The wildly funny songwriter and satirist of anything that moves?

A couple of interview clips.....

Talk shows....
Vietnam...

And if you can possibly buy, beg, borrow or steal a copy of this.......

Please do so. More puns than even Angela can come up with......
THE master of the audio sound stage....
"Hold your horses....(sir, we ate the horses yesterday)"
This is such wonderful shtick. Like Broadway with a bite.
"Hand me the glass.......no, the other one."

"What was that........french horns.....] LOL.

It can still be found on Amazon, although long, long out of print. And prices are getting a bit heady unless you are a convicted fan.

His bio....from the Amazon site....

Hip and irreverent, Stan Freberg was the last network radio comic, a trailblazing satirist whose work greatly expanded the vocabulary of the comedy form. While most postwar comedians used radio and records merely as a springboard for more lucrative film and television gigs, Freberg pushed the envelope in both mediums, creating high-concept musical comedies and sound collages which revolutionized the audio format while setting the stage for the hallucinatory sonic visions of the Firesign Theater and the National Lampoon troupe.

Born in Pasadena, California in 1926, Freberg broke into performing with work in children's puppet shows; while still in his teens, he hopped a bus to Los Angeles and won an audition at the famed Warner Bros. cartoon studios. In short time he was working (albeit uncredited) alongside voice-over genius Mel Blanc on characters like the Goofy Gophers and Pete Puma. Additionally, he contributed to Bob Clampett's puppet series Time for Beany, the precursor to the animated favorite Beany and Cecil.

By the age of 16, Freberg graduated to regular work as a radio comedianhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ESaZSB3h2k&NR=1, a path he continued for the remainder of the decade. In 1951 he signed to Capitol and released his first novelty single, "John and Marsha," a scathing satire of romantic treacle. After a handful of other releases, in 1953 he issued "St. George and the Dragonet," a painstakingly accurate and lavishly-produced parody of the Jack Webb series Dragnet; far more advanced than any similar other record to date, "St. George" became the era's fastest-selling single, eventually topping the charts.

In 1957, Freberg was tapped to take over Jack Benny's CBS radio program while Benny took the summer months off. Although radio comedy was in its death throes, Freberg made every conceivable attempt to resuscitate the form; his show was visionary, taking full advantage of the broadcast medium's capabilities to create elaborate comic pastiches which pushed the boundaries of vocal and sound effects use. The series, which ran for 13 weeks, won critical raves and immediate legendary status; due to the ascendancy of television, it was also the final original network radio comedy show ever broadcast.

After the 1958 single "Green Chri$tma$," a highly controversial swipe at holiday commercialization, Freberg moved to the LP format for 1961's United States of America, a full-length vaudeville-style musical comedy written especially for the recorded medium. A wildly ambitious satiric history of American life, the album won widespread acclaim, and remains a pivotal landmark in the evolution of recorded comedy. However, after the follow-up, Pay Radio, Freberg flirted with Broadway before shifting the majority of his energies to the lucrative advertising industry, a longtime sideline which became his primary focus as the 1960s wore on. Largely credited with introducing the concept of the "funny" commercial, he continued working in advertising for several decades; perhaps his most famous campaign -- and, sadly, his most abysmal -- was a series of cloying late-1980s TV spots hawking Encyclopaedia Britannica which featured his rather obnoxious son.

In 1988, Freberg published his autobiography, It Only Hurts When I Laugh. Two years later, he returned to broadcasting with Freberg Here, a long-running series of two-minute daily commentaries produced for National Public Radio. On Thanksgiving 1991, NPR aired The New Stan Freberg Show, a one-hour special which marked his first return to long-form comedy in decades; finally, in 1996 he released United States of America, Volume 2: The Middle Years, the long-awaited sequel to his most popular work. A four-disc box set, Tip of the Freberg: Collection 1951-1998, followed three years later. ~ Jason Ankeny, All Music Guide


My thanks to RMphy89 for posting this on the 'tube.

Stan Freberg Presents The United States Of America....Vol. 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7


This is where my knowledge of his story ends.......I think I was an allusion to Volume 2 on Amazon.....my have to invest in the 4 CD set to find it. Should be worth the tab.

Meow.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

If anybody has the time to track through all of the last post, I would appreciate knowing what you think.

Meow.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Deep down inside us.....there is good.
Distoibed......

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Ask the kitties......
I'm so pretty....LOL

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

And a much more amusing take on it.......Leonard never quite envisioned it like this.....I am sure.

Anger Management.


Just way tooooooo funny.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Don't get me on the wrong side of THIS gurl...

Sharapova being 'not so pretty..' if that is possible......LOL.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Kittyman meets Pizzaman......

Who was that masked SOB, anyway?

Jeno.....that's who.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Ya know.....I just loved the world before it became so politically correct.

Even 'Jello' is now suspect. So sick.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Ya know.....I just loved the world before it became so politically correct.

Ahhh the good old days, when a white man could say what was on his mind without regard for who was hurt, offended or damaged by it.
The good old days where a white guy could sit, surrounded by his own kind, at the front of the bus.
The good old days when the white man was the only voice and opinion heard in society.

The only people who use the term "politically correct" are the ones that are on the issuing end, not the receiving end of whatever is being stated in a hurtful and damaging way.

Everyone else just calls it a more respectful environment.

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I do not fight fascists because I think I can win.
I fight them because they are fascists.
Chris Hedges

A riot is the language of the unheard. -Martin Luther King, Jr.

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me@rescam.org

Lori is going to see 'Cats' tomorrow night with a girlfriend of hers.......should be a good show.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

The song........sing it.




The song that silenced the cappuccino machine....

It was chilly in Manhattan but warm inside the Starbucks shop on 51st Street and Broadway, just a skip up from Times Square . Early November weather in New York City holds only the slightest hint of the bitter chill of late December and January, but it's enough to send the masses crowding indoors to vie for available space and warmth. For a musician, it's the most lucrative Starbucks location in the world, I'm told, and consequently, the tips can be substantial if you play your tunes right.

Apparently, we were striking all the right chords that night, because our basket was almost overflowing. It was a fun, low-pressure gig - I was playing keyboard and singing backup for my friend who also added rhythm with an arsenal of percussion instruments. We mostly did pop songs from the '40s to the '90s with a few original tunes thrown in. During our emotional rendition of the classic, "If You Don't Know Me by Now," I noticed a lady sitting in one of the lounge chairs across from me. She was swaying to the beat and singing along.

After the tune was over, she approached me. "I apologize for singing along on that song. Did it bother you?" she asked.

"No," I replied. "We love it when the audience joins in. Would you like to sing up front on the next selection?" To my delight, she accepted my invitation. "You choose," I said. "What are you in the mood to sing?"

"Well. ... do you know any hymns?" Hymns? This woman didn't know who she was dealing with. I cut my teeth on hymns. Before I was even born, I was going to church. I gave our guest singer a knowing look. "Name one."

"Oh, I don't know. There are so many good ones. You pick one."

"Okay," I replied. "How about 'His Eye is on the Sparrow'?"



My new friend was silent, her eyes averted. Then she fixed her eyes on mine again and said, "Yeah. Let's do that one." She slowly nodded her head, put down her purse, straightened her jacket and faced the center of the shop. With my two-bar setup, she began to sing,

"Why should I be discouraged? Why should the shadows come?"

The audience of coffee drinkers was transfixed. Even the gurgling noises of the cappuccino machine ceased as the employees stopped what they were doing to listen. The song rose to its conclusion.

"I sing because I'm happy; I sing because I'm free. For His eye is on the sparrow And I know He watches me."

When the last note was sung, the applause crescendo to a deafening roar that would have rivaled a sold-out crowd at Carnegie Hall. Embarrassed, the woman tried to shout over the din, "Oh, y'all go back to your coffee! I didn't come in here to do a concert! I just came in here to get somethin' to drink, just like you!"

But the ovation continued.. I embraced my new friend. "You, my dear, have made my whole year! That was beautiful!"

"Well, it's funny that you picked that particular hymn," she said.

"Why is that?"

"Well . .." she hesitated again, "that was my daughter's favorite song."

"Really!" I exclaimed.

"Yes," she said, and then grabbed my hands. By this time, the applause had subsided and it was business as usual.. "She was 16. She died of a brain tumor last week."

I said the first thing that found its way through my stunned silence. "Are you going to be okay?"

She smiled through tear-filled eyes and squeezed my hands. "I'm gonna be okay. I've just got to keep trusting the Lord and singing his songs, and everything's gonna be just fine." She picked up her bag, gave me her card, and then she was gone.. Was it just a coincidence that we happened to be singing in that particular coffee shop on that particular November night? Coincidence that this wonderful lady just happened to walk into that particular shop? Coincidence that of all the hymns to choose from, I just happened to pick the very hymn that was the favorite of her daughter, who had died just the week before? I refuse to believe it. God has been arranging encounters in human history since the beginning of time, and it's no stretch for me to imagine that he could reach into a coffee shop in midtown Manhattan and turn an ordinary gig into a revival. It was a great reminder that if we keep trusting him and singing his songs, everything's gonna be okay.

The next time you feel like GOD can't use YOU, just remember...


Noah was a drunk
Abraham was too old
Isaac was a daydreamer
Jacob was a liar
Leah was ugly
Joseph was abused
Moses had a stuttering problem
Gideon was afraid
Sampson had long hair and was a womanizer
Rahab was a prostitute
Jeremiah and Timothy were too young
David had an affair and was a murderer
Elijah was suicidal
Isaiah preached naked
Jonah ran from God
Naomi was a widow
Job went bankrupt
John the Baptist ate bugs
Peter denied Christ
The Disciples fell asleep while praying
Martha worried about everything
The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once
Zaccheus was too small
Paul was too religious
Timothy had an ulcer...
AND Lazarus was dead!


Strong enough to make a redneck weep..........
The Sparrow be me.........

And he be you, my friends.

He be you.

Can I get an 'Amen', bothers and sisters, can I get an 'Amen'????

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Ya know.......

I looked around, and there are no valid covers of this song.......

If I Were...

Found one lame version.......


What would have been so terrible...if you made one more rich man?

Lord, I realize, you made me what I am, but would it spoil your vast eternal plan.........if you made me a wealthy man?


"There would be 10 kitties going up, and 10 little kittens coming down......
and 20 more going nowhere just for show.....................'

All day long going biddy biddy bum........if I were a wealthy, wealthy man.......

{Sighs again......]

LOL.....if I were a rich man.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Ya know..
I think I have shared too much, and cared too much.

Nobody hears a kitty cry in the darkness except me it seems sometimes.

And I hear them all the time. Every moment of every day. Because they are always there. Crying for help.

And it makes me very sad because I just want to love then all.

And some days I just can't look past the one sitting by my side.She just sits here by my side, day after day. Only wanting her kibble and hugs.....what kind of love is that?????????

You don't see this, and I can't possibly expect you to.
God......why can't they all understand?

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster