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[ko3000]

And The Crowd Goes Wild (haahhhhhh.....haaaaaaaaahh)

[The Knight Of Light]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY YYYY!!!!

[ko3000]

Only one person in the crowd? well thats no crowd at all...

[ko3000]

Calypso is one of the many musical forms that resulted from the collision of African and European cultures in the New World. It evolved from a concatenation of Kalinda, a Yoruba call-and-response type chant, with French ballad and Spanish string band music. Due to the banning of drums during the era of slavery, Trinidadian music did not maintain the vigorous drumming traditions that survived elsewhere - notably in Brazil and Cuba. Instead, the emphasis was more on the melodic and lyrical side although, needless to say, it still retained a strong rhythmical element. Calypso grew out of the songs that were sung during carnival. After the abolition of slavery in 1830, Carnival was a boisterous and often violent affair with gangs of stick fighters competing with each other and also with the police. On more than one occasion it degenerated into out-and-out riot and was often banned. Kalinda was sung as an accompaniment to the stick fighting. Beginning as a jamette, underclass appropriation of the Mardi Gras celebrations of the plantation owners, Carnival gradually became more respectable as more and more middle-class Trinidadians began to take part. By the turn of the century, the original French Creole patois was giving way to English as the language of calypso and the songs were more often in eight line verses rather than the more rudimentary four lines of the so-called road marches. Mastery of English was seen as a sign of sophistication and calypsonians vied with each other to cram as many polysyllabic words into their songs as possible.

[Echo5Oscar]

More than I ever thought I would know about Calypso.

Thank you.

[Zeke Menuar]

And now, the serious part of the thread .......Yeah Sure

Deteriorata

The following poem was not found in an old Baltimore church:

Go placidly
Amid the noise and waste.
And remember what comfort there may be
In owning a piece thereof.

Avoid quiet and passive persons
Unless you are in need of sleep.

Rotate your tires.

Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself
And heed well their advice,
Even though they be turkeys.

Know what to kiss.....and when!

Consider that two wrongs never make a right
But that THREE.........do.

Wherever possible, put people on hold.

Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment
And despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer maintenance.

Remember the Pueblo.

Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mutilate.

Know yourself.
If you need help, call the FBI.

Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.

Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.

Fall not in love therefore;
It will stick to your face.

Gracefully surrender the things of youth:
The birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan
And let not the sands of time
Get in your lunch.

Hire people with hooks.

For a good time call 606-4311;
Ask for "Ken."

Take heart amid the deepening gloom
That your dog is finally getting enough cheese.

And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot
It could only be worse in Milwaukee.

Therefore, make peace with your god
Whatever you conceive him to be---
Hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.

With all its hopes, dreams, promises and urban renewal
The world continues to deteriorate.

GIVE UP!

Performed by National Lampoon on "National Lampoon Radio Dinner," a 1972 recording by Blue Thumb Records. Lyrics by Tony Hendra.

ZM

[tec]

I just watched Larry the able guy in his move Health inspector last night, after downing 1/2 bottle of wine with a steak dinner and salad dinner.

Dinner was pretty good.
Wine was very good. (something from kroger)
Movie was pretty funny. If you haven't seen it yet, I would suggest doing so, provided you like his style of humor.

[tec]

Huh, thought I would make top of the page with the last post.

Missed it by that[] much .

[tec]

oh come on.

[tec]

wwhhhooooooo hooooooooooo.

124 pages

1231 posts of just about nothing.

I am thinking of a number between 1 and 15.
anybody? anybody?


here's a few haiku
for you to read and decide
if you will do too

Daddy's little girl
She knows not the joy she brings
to all those she meets

Hurt my little girl
is not a cool thing to do
I will thump thump you

milk milk lemonade
around the corner fudge is
made but not to eat