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On this anniversary, remembering Titanic Transmissions. Shouting out to Jeff Hull! Linking too to old writeup. A few broken links pointing to a very old Web site. http://moontravellerherald.blogspot.com/2008/04/jeff-hull-titanic-transmissions.html

dr ransil's garage ============ in mission hill back in the cold war a race of cowboys lived underground they were hydrogenated cowboys flew b-47s they were on call serious cigarette smokers all had a hotline to the nike base hotrods and ransil functions in their basements i coulda heard their chatter on my quaker oats crystal radio all they wanted was the news the sapphire realization of impermanence and they got what they could looking out from the hole in the ground on the hill you could get there through dr ransil's garage if you could calculate the function chrome smoke still rises on the phantom empire below tombstone city shapes gray search lights probe the dark background of time Gene - the singing cowboy with his cavalry legion ever on the way. - Jack Vaughan, April 2012

dr ransil's garage ============ in mission hill back in the cold war a race of cowboys lived underground they were hydrogenated cowboys flew b-47s they were on call serious cigarette smokers all had a hotline to the nike base hotrods and ransil functions in their basements i coulda heard their chatter on my quaker oats crystal radio all they wanted was the news the sapphire realization of impermanence and they got what they could looking out from the hole in the ground on the hill you could get there through dr ransil's garage if you could calculate the function chrome smoke still rises on the phantom empire below tombstone city shapes gray search lights probe the dark background of time Gene - the singing cowboy with his cavalry legion ever on the way. - Jack Vaughan, April 2012

Some nights he had the stars of North Carolina shooting from his fingertips. Before him, no one had ever played the banjo like he did. After him, everyone played the banjo like he did, or at least tried. -Steve Martin, NewYorker Blogs. Around 67/68, we came out of the Rialto/Venetian - a few feet away from a Dillinger crime - with imaginary guns blazing as we left Bonnie & Clyde on the wings of Flatt and Scruggs' Foggy Mountain Breakdown - the music was like from Mars - familiar and alien! Picket Earl Scruggs - play on in the ether! Read more http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/culture/2012/01/steve-martin-earl-scruggs.html#ixzz1qi0HoYr6

The word that Buddy Guy, Mick Jaegger, BBKing, Jeff Beck, Lotta Others were doing blues in White House got me to thinking. About the White House Blues. Found this bit on White House Blues. On cowboy lyrics.com. It's known to me via Bill Monroe,but was took forward by Charlie Poole and others. Story of death of McKinley. Which led to ascendancy of Teddy Roosevelt who (scroll down) Who invited the first time a Negro to come in the front door of the White House. And who went to (scroll down) France where he delivered his famous speech about The Man In The Arena. [By the way: on the White House blues show, I appreciated especially Mick Jaegger's tributes to Hubert Sumlin and Sonny Boy Williamson and to all the blues people who were welcoming when he met them, who were generous . McKinley hollered , McKinley squalled Doc said A“McKinley I can't find the cause You're bound to die, you're bound to die Doc told the horse, he'd throw down his rein He said to the horse...

http://weeniecampbell.com/yabbse/index.php?topic=1602.msg46465#msg46465 Can You Blame The Colored Man (1927) Got to thinking. And looking for these lyrics found WeenieCampbell.com where there was a very brilliant ongoing dissection of the work of the Miss. Sheikes, Cannon's Jug Stompers and the Memphis Jug Band. Talk about the White House Blues All Stars (includin g Booker T. and the MG/s) and Sweet home Chicago? Let's hear it for the first Black to go in the front door of the White House. Immortalized in blues..the story of the original Booker T. .... Now, Booker T, he left Tuskegee, to the White House he went one day. He was goin’ to call on the President in a quiet and a sociable way He was in his car, he was feelin’ fine. Now, when Booker knocked on the President’s door, old Booker begin to grin. Now, he almost changed his color, when old Roosevelt says “A-come in, We’ll have some dinner in a little while.” Now, could you blame the colored man for makin’ them goo-goo e...