Happy Thanksgiving!!!

TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING,
BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP.
I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS,
I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP.

THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED -
THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE,
BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION
WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT.

TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION,
THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.
SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR,
AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.
GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES,
PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.

I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND,
'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND.
I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY,
WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE.
BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES....
HAPPY EATING TO ALL - PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE.

MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY,
MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP.
MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP.
MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS.
MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL

Happy B-day JimmyB

Gucci, our "Woof" reporter wishes you a Happy Birthday with B-day quotes from other famous OGR personalities...

"May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine." -Frank Sinatra

"For all the advances in medicine, there is still no cure for the common birthday." - John Glenn

"Age is strictly a case of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter." - Jack Benny

"The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age." - Lucille Ball

"The old believe everything; the middle-aged suspect everything; the young know everything. "- Oscar Wilde

"Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you've got to start young." - Fred Astaire

"You know you are getting old when the candles cost more than the cake." -Bob Hope


And Winnie's favorite…
"From birth to age eighteen, a girl needs good parents. From eighteen to thirty-five, she needs good looks. From thirty-five to fifty-five, she needs a good personality. From fifty-five on, she needs good cash". -Sophie Tucker

Happy Birthday, JimmyB (Sto lat!!!)

"INJUN SUMMER"

INJUN SUMMER
John T. McCutcheon
Chicago Tribune
September 30, 1907

Yep, sonny this is sure enough Injun summer.

Don't know what that is, I reckon, do you?

Well, that's when all the homesick Injuns come back to play; You know, a long time ago, long afore yer granddaddy was born even, there used to be heaps of Injuns around here—thousands—millions, I reckon, far as that's concerned.

Reg'lar sure 'nough Injuns—none o' yer cigar store Injuns, not much. They wuz all around here—right here where you're standin'.

Don't be skeered—hain't none around here now, leastways no live ones. They been gone this many a year.

They all went away and died, so they ain't no more left.

But every year, 'long about now, they all come back, leastways their sperrits do. They're here now. You can see 'em off across the fields. Look real hard. See that kind o' hazy misty look out yonder? Well, them's Injuns—Injun sperrits marchin' along an' dancin' in the sunlight. That's what makes that kind o' haze that's everywhere—it's jest the sperrits of the Injuns all come back. They're all around us now.

See off yonder; see them tepees? They kind o' look like corn shocks from here, but them's Injun tents, sure as you're a foot high. See 'em now? Sure, I knowed you could. Smell that smoky sort o' smell in the air? That's the campfires a-burnin' and their pipes a-goin'.

Lots o' people say it's just leaves burnin', but it ain't. It's the campfires, an' th' Injuns are hoppin' 'round 'em t'beat the old Harry.

You jest come out here tonight when the moon is hangin' over the hill off yonder an' the harvest fields is all swimmin' in the moonlight, an' you can see the Injuns and the tepees jest as plain as kin be. You can, eh? I knowed you would after a little while.

Jever notice how the leaves turn red 'bout this time o' year? That's jest another sign o' redskins. That's when an old Injun sperrit gits tired dancin' an' goes up an' squats on a leaf t'rest. Why I kin hear 'em rustlin' an' whisper in' an' creepin' 'round among the leaves all the time; an' ever' once'n a while a leaf gives way under some fat old Injun ghost and comes floatin' down to the ground. See—here's one now. See how red it is? That's the war paint rubbed off'n an Injun ghost, sure's you're born.

Purty soon all the Injuns'll go marchin' away agin, back to the happy huntin' ground, but next year you'll see 'em troopin' back—th' sky jest hazy with 'em and their campfires smolderin' away jest like they are now.

"How beautiful the leaves grow old.
How full of light an color are their last days."

--John Burroughs

War of the Worlds on OGR and Crypt Tunes

TUNE IN OGR ON
Saturday, October 30th for a special airing of the 72nd anniversary of the 1938 broadcast adaptation of H. G. Wells’ “The War of the Worlds” by Orson Wells. The original broadcasted over Mercury Theatre on the Air, a CBS radio network scared audiences all over the country with vision of aliens landing in New Jersey.

DJ Jitar will rebroadcast the complete original airplay, uninterrupted, on Our Generation Radio on October 30, 2010 starting at 6 PM Eastern Time. Be sure to tune in and get everyone ready for Halloween. Sit back and enjoy small glimpse of radio's hay-day just as our Moms and Dads did when words played a triple role of sight,sound and imagination.

Orson Welles, 1937
The first two thirds of the 60-minute broadcast, a series of simulated "news bulletins", led listeners to believe an actual alien invasion by Martians was happening. What made it more realistic was Mercury Theatre running it without commerical interruption. Sensationalist accounts in the press occurred about a supposed panic in response to the broadcast but the precise extent of listener response has been debated. Widespread outrage followed the broadcast. It was decried as cruelly deceptive by some newspapers and public figures, leading to an outcry against the perpetrators of the broadcast, but the episode secured Orson Welles' fame.






Halloween always a time for scary songs, but not the overplayed "Monster Mash", "Werewolves of London", or "Witchy Woman". Try downloading one or two of these classics for a haunting change of pace.



"Rumble", Link Wray & His Ray Men, 1958, used unheard of musical techniques for distortion and feedback. The song is "the only instrumental single banned from the radio airwaves as it had a rough sound and said it sounded like a street fight.
And once a long standing theme song from two of my fav local TV shows Son of Svengoolie and Screaming Yellow Theatre.




"I Put a Spell on You", Screamin Jay Hawkins, 1956. His most successful recording, was selected as one of The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame's 500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll.









“Bad Moon Rising" , Creedence Clearwater Revival, written by John Fogerty. No. 2 on the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart and #1 on the UK Singles Chart for three weeks in September 1969.
The song has been recorded by at least 20 different artists, in styles that range from acoustic folk to reggae to psychedelic rock to zydeco.





“Tubular Bells” , Mike Oldfield, 1973, not a single word is spoken in an all hell breaking loose theme from THE EXCORIST.












"Gloomy Sunday", closely associated with Billie Holiday, who scored a hit in 1941. Unsubstantiated urban legends tell that it inspired hundreds of suicides, and was dubbed the "Hungarian suicide song" in the United States.








From ghoulies and ghosties, Long-leggety beasties, And things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us.

WINNIE-BOO wishes you a devilishly-delightful Holloween!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OGR

Birthday Wishes OGR’s for continuous on air entertainment since

It first hit the Internet, Oct. 8 2008


Real music for all generations

That’s ages not years is OGR’s motto

Hey, its tunes from the 40’s through today with


Daily live broadcasts

And talented DJ’s who keep you entertained

Yes, OGR has the best of both



Worldwide Internet Radio at its finest

It broadcasts live on-air musical group performances and


Something for every listener’s taste...

Here is the one place to be

Enjoyment for listeners is OGR’s creed


So, Happy Birthday OGR, and cheers to a worldwide classic


Ciao for Now and let's party all year long!!




Winnie

AND WE WONDER WHY WE'RE IN SUCH A MESS?

THEN V. NOW...

A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street.
A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat.

In the kitchen on the wall we only we had one phone and no need for recording things. Someone was always home.

We only had a living room where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms

or extra rooms to dine.

When meeting as a family those two rooms would work out fine.

We only had one TV set, and channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them with something worth the view.

For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip,
And if you wanted flavor there was Lipton's onion dip.


Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook,
And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker's book.

Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play,
We all did things together -- even go to church to pray.


When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because we liked to be together.


Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were without our own cell phone.

Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare to watching movies in your car.


Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason.


One time the music that you played whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big-holed record called a forty-five.


The record player had a post to keep them all in line,
And then the records would drop down and play one at a time.


Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today,
And always we were striving, trying for a better way.

Oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game, just kick the can and run?

Ciao for now!!!!

Winnie