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Here we go, RG. Here is a short story I wrote, on a whim due to your challenge, using the titles of songs (various genres, mainly R/R, Pop and C/W.RicoGregg said:GridLeakBias said:
Old radio ad from the early 70s:
(alarm clock ticking) (female voice talent talking in rhythm)
Delta's ready.....Delta's ready.....Delta's ready.....Delta's ready
(chorus)
Delta is ready when you are!
In other words, the answer to your query is yes!
My challenge to you and any reading this thread, is for you (all) to come up with the correct number of song titles is this story. I will leave this posted for a short while in order to build suspense, then will congratulate the winner. Surely RG, it will be you with your quick wit. Are you up for my challenge? Is anyone? OK, here it is:
This is my story untold, that is, until today...
I was a lonely teenager when I was only sixteen, and my friends knew me as the great pretender. Weekends I would put on my black leather jacket and motorcycle boots and go play leader of the pack. But once in a while when it came time to show and tell I had to admit that I was almost grown. I was running scared, almost eighteen and it was time to stop living in dreams, get a job, and maybe a girlfriend and settle down.One Friday evening I was boppin’ at the high school hop and the band began to play Unchained Melody. I crossed the gym floor and approached what I thought to be the most beautiful girl in the world, and said, “Hey little girl, you look like a little queenie, and you have such pretty little angel eyes, - do you wanna dance?”, and she replied, “Well hello stranger - you’re a sweet talkin’ guy, do you really want to dance with me?” Well, we danced the night away and step by step I began falling in love with Claudette. Suddenly, as midnight approached and the band played Goodnight Sweetheart, Goodnight, she exclaimed, “Norman, what time is it? It’s Iate and I must leave, my mama will be waiting at my front door. If I don’t go now, then I can never go home anymore.” The dance ended and I begged her, “please stay – there’s a moon out tonight, and we have no particular place to go. We could sit under the blue moon and count every star.” “Honey, don’t. Turn me loose … you don’t know me!” was her tearful reply, and this was our first but not our last date.
That’s when I decided, I’m gonna get married, but I won’t be a fool in love. I will find myself a sweet and innocent young lady to love. Then one fine day – the church bells may ring and I’ll escort her to the aisle. We will say I do and we’ll share a mountain of love and be happy together - ‘til the end of time.
But it was only my imagination, because before we could get to the chapel of love, I was drafted into the Army and I became her soldier boy. Next I received orders for an overseas assignment a thousand miles away and I pleaded, “come go with me, I need your lovin’ “, but she said, “no, baby let’s wait, what’s the worst that could happen?” And I thought to myself, “Baby, you’ll lose a good thing,” but I remained silent.
While we were apart my little darlin’ often would go swimming alone at the beach and spend the afternoon writing love letters in the sand. She always closed her letters with the lines… ”I have tears on my pillow from missing you on these long, lonely nights.” And I would reply, ”Please send me the pillow that you dream on.” Yes, our letters were always filled with baby talk and sweet nothin’s.
As my tour in Germany was coming to an end I mailed my final letter to my stateside fraulein to tell her I’ll be home in thirty days.
She met me at the airport and while holding her in my arms I said, “You’re my baby and it seems to me that you need a full-time sugar sugar, please let it be me. I asked her for her hand in marriage, and she replied, “Honey Chile, just because you have a groovy kind of love, why do you think you can bend me, shape me, anyway you want me? Quick to reply, I wondered aloud, “Uh oh, there’s something on your mind, or is this just a lover’s question?” “This time,” she whispered, “the angels listened in and brought me you baby. But I have to tell it like it is, I had a steady before you and now that my boyfriend’s back I don’t know what to do. If only he would turn me loose … please rescue me from him! My prayer, my only wish, is just to be with you.”
“Well, I’m a fool to care, but you belong to me” was my instant reaction, and I silently promised myself to get on up and confront the former beau. “Just make it easy on yourself, playboy.” is what I’ll tell him. “Yeah, just leave my woman alone.”
The next day my phone rang and I heard a voice say, “Meet me by the dock of the bay after midnight, we can settle this matter once and for all.” So in the misty moonlight under the faint glow of a thousand stars I found myself at the edge of the lake, almost all by myself. From the shadows by the water came a voice, saying, “I’m in love with Margie - with every beat of my heart and I have no fight with you. C’mon and swim.”
Oh what a night that turned out to be! I ran all the way home, where I spent the remainder of the night tossin’ and turnin, unable to sleep. In the wee wee hours there came a soft rapping at my front door. “Yes, yes, I hear you knockin’,” I exclaimed … and my jumbled thoughts turned around and around in my head as I arose and shuffled to the entry. As I opened the portal, I heard the sweet voice of my special angel whispering, “Oh, baby doll, I’ve changed, and I love you and only you."
End Chapter One
Goodnight, and don’t forget to let the good times roll
Goodnight, and don’t forget to let the good times roll
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(or is it TOM MIX. I forget which.)No animals were harmed by GLB while editing this text.
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This site's been doing some strange things lately... :-\
At any rate, were you able to unfasten her safety belt?
After reckoning, and double-reckoning, I counted 110 song titles in there, but I have a feeling funny that I'm wrong.
I was going to answer this on Wednesday, but I got distracted by a high speed police pursuit live on TV. The mountain's high and the valley so deep...It's L.A., you know...
GLB, my friend Mrs. Filament sends her kind regards.
At any rate, were you able to unfasten her safety belt?
After reckoning, and double-reckoning, I counted 110 song titles in there, but I have a feeling funny that I'm wrong.
I was going to answer this on Wednesday, but I got distracted by a high speed police pursuit live on TV. The mountain's high and the valley so deep...It's L.A., you know...
GLB, my friend Mrs. Filament sends her kind regards.
I understand Chuck Berry got together with Dick and DeeDee to help you send this message.RicoGregg said:This site's been doing some strange things lately... :-\
At any rate, were you able to unfasten her safety belt?
After reckoning, and double-reckoning, I counted 110 song titles in there, but I have a feeling funny that I'm wrong.
I was going to answer this on Wednesday, but I got distracted by a high speed police pursuit live on TV. The mountain's high and the valley so deep...It's L.A., you know...
GLB, my friend Mrs. Filament sends her kind regards.
More than 110. Do you want to try again?
Hint: You’re off by seven.
(scratching head) Gosh and golly, what could that answer possibly be? Hmmm.
My friend Mrs. Filament (first and middle name Cathode Rae, but friends call her Cathy) suggests that I try the number 117.
Her favorite group is Electric Light Orchestra.
She was previously proposed to by Reddy Kilowatt.
She and Mr. Filament divorced after one of them wanted to be in parallel, while the other wanted to be in series.
They had their honeymoon in Savannah. That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
My friend Mrs. Filament (first and middle name Cathode Rae, but friends call her Cathy) suggests that I try the number 117.
Her favorite group is Electric Light Orchestra.
She was previously proposed to by Reddy Kilowatt.
She and Mr. Filament divorced after one of them wanted to be in parallel, while the other wanted to be in series.
They had their honeymoon in Savannah. That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
The RadioInfo.com domain name expired (midnight 1/29?). There was no access to any R-I for hours. They finally got it fixed mid evening my time. I'll bet the R-I webmaster was busy!RicoGregg said:
Now how in world were you able to come up with the correct answer so quickly?RicoGregg said:
Your initial reference to Mrs. Filament had me in the dark.RicoGregg said:
Thanks for throwing some light on the subject.
I understand they named their first two children Tung Stan and Phil Ament. This was when they lived down at the southern tip of Manhatten. Their mailing address was simply, Apt A, Battery, NYC.
She is the daughter of Philo Vance Tube. Thus, she was born Cathode Rae Tube.
Her favorite cartoon show was Helix The Cathode.
She gets turned on whenever she's in Las Vegas at night.
She once tried being a jazz chanteuse. One reviewer for the Village Voice called her "electrifying!"
She used to hope to meet men to date by hanging around the TV tube tester at her corner drug store.
She once dated an Army officer - General Electric.
Her 6th grade teacher called her "the brightest bulb in the batch."
She has a pet cat that she calls "Eveready."
Her favorite cartoon show was Helix The Cathode.
She gets turned on whenever she's in Las Vegas at night.
She once tried being a jazz chanteuse. One reviewer for the Village Voice called her "electrifying!"
She used to hope to meet men to date by hanging around the TV tube tester at her corner drug store.
She once dated an Army officer - General Electric.
Her 6th grade teacher called her "the brightest bulb in the batch."
She has a pet cat that she calls "Eveready."
Put a feather in her cap and call her a Marconi.RicoGregg said:
RicoGregg said:
Now why would she lead me on by telling me she is an AC/DC fan?
GridLeakBias said:
She did like their songs High Voltage, and The Jack, but she didn't much care for their Australian voltage standards.
I called her a little while ago to see what she was doing tonight, and she told me that she was staying in tonight, recharging. No further information was needed by me.
(singing) Turn out the lights, the party's over... ;D
But wait, a moment ago there was a knock on Mrs. Filament's door and I heard her exclaim, "Praise the Lord, I saw the light."RicoGregg said:
And at the door, instead of Willie, was Hank, and:
Hey now, hey now
Hey now, hey now
It's finger, pop, poppin' time
Finger poppin', poppin' time
I feel so good
(Ooo-wah)
And that's a real good sign
(Ooo-wah)
Here comes Mary
An here comes Sue
Here comes Johnny and Bobby, too
It's finger, pop, poppin' time
I feel so good
(Ooo-wah)
And that's a real good sign
(sax & instrumental)
(Hey now)
(Hey now)
(Hey now)
(Hey now)
(Hey now)
(Hey now)
Everybody, poppin'
Finger poppin'
FADES-
~
Hey now, hey now
It's finger, pop, poppin' time
Finger poppin', poppin' time
I feel so good
(Ooo-wah)
And that's a real good sign
(Ooo-wah)
Here comes Mary
An here comes Sue
Here comes Johnny and Bobby, too
It's finger, pop, poppin' time
I feel so good
(Ooo-wah)
And that's a real good sign
(sax & instrumental)
(Hey now)
(Hey now)
(Hey now)
(Hey now)
(Hey now)
(Hey now)
Everybody, poppin'
Finger poppin'
FADES-
~
After Hank and co. were done, Mrs. Filament immediately said:
Let's do it again.....
Been so long,
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
A little later, Mr. Filament showed up with his friends Ohm and Mho, pleading with her for another chance. Her response:
"Resistance is futile!"
Ouch.
Let's do it again.....
Been so long,
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
A little later, Mr. Filament showed up with his friends Ohm and Mho, pleading with her for another chance. Her response:
"Resistance is futile!"
Ouch.
To GrdLeakBlas (hope I got that right) - "This is my story untold, that is, until today... "
That was very good.
rickity
That was very good.
rickity
Thank you.rickityone said:
I intend to post it on this thread for those who missed it on the other. My intention is to draw out more oldies fans, maybe a couple more chapters.
Most oldies stations don't do anything this old. That's all I'm saying.RicoGregg said:
I read that story with 117 song titles. A bunch of them I would have known just from standards radio, which is what I like.
Actually, Rico is right. The song doesn't test well.
You can't use "chart positions" as a determining factor on airplay. I know a lot of oldies that peaked at #1 you can't play because they test like crap.
It's not about how high the songs got on the charts...it's the audience's perception of those songs today. Now, you can play it if there's a specific purpose that is understandable to the audience about why you're playing it. (Such as when it comes up #4 on your "Top 9 at 9", or whatever) But, poor testing songs NEVER lead to good ratings.)
I can quote you station after station after station that has tried the "we need to play every song that was top 10 on the Billboard chart" approach. None...absolutely none have succeeded.
You can't use "chart positions" as a determining factor on airplay. I know a lot of oldies that peaked at #1 you can't play because they test like crap.
It's not about how high the songs got on the charts...it's the audience's perception of those songs today. Now, you can play it if there's a specific purpose that is understandable to the audience about why you're playing it. (Such as when it comes up #4 on your "Top 9 at 9", or whatever) But, poor testing songs NEVER lead to good ratings.)
I can quote you station after station after station that has tried the "we need to play every song that was top 10 on the Billboard chart" approach. None...absolutely none have succeeded.
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