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May 31, 2000, Tito Puente (King of the Mambo, Sultan of Salsa) dies as a result of complications following 12 hours of open-heart surgery, he is 77. Born Ernesto Antonio Puente, Jr, he served in the Navy for three years during world war 2 and earned a Presidential Commendation. Tito studied at Julliard and the the New York School of Music. He was known for his virtuoso timbales playing and he also played vibes, piano, congas, bongos, and saxophone. He recorded over 100 albums and received 5 Grammys.
Oye Como Va by Tito Puente
Oye como va mi ritmo.
Bueno pa' gosar, mulata.

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May 30, 1996, At the age of 48 Bassist John Kahn died from complications from heart disease. John was the bass player for the Jerry Garcia solo band. He worked with Garcia for 25 years appearing on most of Garcia's solo work away from the Grateful Dead. John was also a well respected session musician and producer of the late 60s and early 70s, he had worked with Al Kooper, Michael Bloomfield, Paul Butterfield, Maria Muldaur, Nick Gravenites and John Lee Hooker. Kahn was known for his drug abuse and an autopsy found large amounts of heroin, cocaine, and antidepressants in his body.
Drink Up And Go Home by The Jerry Garcia Band
You sit there a-crying, crying in your beer
You think you got troubles, my friend listen here
Don't tell me your troubles, I've got enough of my own
Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home
I'm fresh out of prison, six years in the pen
Lost my wife and family, no one to call friend
Don't tell me your troubles, I've got enough of my own
Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home
Now there sits a blind man, so blind he can't see
Do you think he's complaining, why should you and me?
Don't tell me your troubles, I've got enough of my own
Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home

doodle 599

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May 29, 2007, I'm sorry.

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May 28, 2004, Derek Frigo (former Enuff Z' Nuff guitarist) dies of a drug overdose at the age of 36.
Habit by Enuff Z' Nuff
I'm watching the hour glass, waiting for time to pass inside.
The grains fall slow.
I'm waiting for yesterday, I wish it would go away
Today won't stay or go.
Getting older, getting colder.
Habit so hard to break.
So redeeming, when I'm dreaming.
Habit so hard to break.
Where is my yesterface?
It's lost in the yesterplace.
My smile, and my ways don't show.
But now it's a part of me, it's deep in the heart of me,
And I just can't let go.
I'm waiting for yesterday, I wish it would go away.
Today won't stay or go.

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May 27, 1962, Bob Dylan releases the greatest folk album of all time and one of the greatest albums of the 60s. Its called "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan" and included the songs "Blowin' In The Wind", "Masters Of War", "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" and "I Shall Be Free".
Masters Of War by Dylan
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

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May 26, 1966, The Rolling Stones had their 6th number one hit with the song "Paint It Black".
Paint It Black
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it must be painted black
Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

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May 25, 1985, The "Brothers In Arms" album by the Dire Straits went to number one. It would go number one in 24 countries and sell over 20 million copies worldwide.
Brothers In Arms by Dire Straits
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
Ive watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But its written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
Were fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

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May 24, 1974, At the age of 75 Duke Ellington died of lung cancer. By the time of his death he had played over 20.000 concerts and had been awarded almost every honor that a musician could including the Legion of Honor by the French government and the Presidential Medal of Freedom by the US. He wrote and recorded hundreds of musical compositions, played for queens and presidents and was one of the greatest musicians that ever lived.

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May 23, 2000, The Smashing Pumpkins announce that the group will officially break up at year's end. Billy Corgan says that he and his band mates are tired of "fighting the good fight against the Britneys of the world." On December 2, 2000, The Smashing Pumpkins played their last concert at The Metro, the same Chicago club where their career had started twelve years earlier.
Farewell And Goodnight by Smashing Pumpkins
goodnight to every little hour that you sleep tight
may it hold you through the winter of a long night
and keep you from the loneliness of yourself
heart strung is your heart frayed and empty
cause it's hard luck when no one understands your love
it's unsung and i say goodnight my love to every hour in every day
goodnight always to all that's in your heart goodnight,
may your dreams be so happy and your
head lite with the wishes of a sandman and a night light
be careful not to let the bedbugs sleep tight nestled in your covers
the sun shines but i don't
a silver rain will wash away
and you can tell, it's just as well goodnight, my love,
to every hour in every day goodnight,
always to all that's pure that's in your heart

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May 22, 1991, At the age of 31 Wil Sinnott (Sin), bass player from The Shamen drowned in an undertow while swimming off the Canary Islands. The incident happened while the band was filming the group's new video for their song "Move Any Mountain (ProGen 91)". The song would make it to number 4 on the charts.
Move Any Mountain by The Shamen
move any mountain move any mountain
I will not fail, no folter, I shall succeed
my perception is altered, I do believe faith is so strong,
now nothing shall bar my way from conviction, no fiction,
this is my day I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I walk so tall, ascending, I stand so high
Earth below me, revolving above the sky
I feel no fear, to be here is oh so fine
shining brightly like sunlight inside my mind
well, you know that any mountain is capable of moving
The Shamen and the new generation will approve it
you can be what you wanna be
let your soul and your body and your mind be free
one of a kind, we all are that and going all the way,
is where Im at with delivery smooth
like water from a fountain thats why
I can move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
move any mountain move any mountain
future feeling, new sensation
the body is rockin and the mind is reelin in a rollin,
racin, changin motion flowin like a river into the ocean
better get yourself ready for the next transition
cause the time is right for a new vibration
my vision, one nation, one tribe one day
will come the might to move any mountain
move any mountain move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I walk so tall, ascending, I stand so high
Earth below me, revolving above the sky
I feel no fear, to be here is oh so fine
shining brightly like sunlight inside my mind
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain ...

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May 21, 1991, Nicholas Dante died from AIDS. Born Conrado Moralesin in New York on November 22, 1941. He was the co-author of the book "A Chorus Line" and won both a Pulitzer Prize and a Tony in 1976 for the musical which became the longest-running show on Broadway. It ran at the Shubert Theatre for 15 years and closed on Broadway on April 28, 1990 after 6,137 performances.
What I Did For Love from A Chorus Line
Kiss today goodbye,
The sweetness and the sorrow.
Wish me luck, the same to you.
But I can't regret
What I did for love, what I did for love.
Look my eyes are dry.
The gift was ours to borrow.
It's as if we always knew,
And I won't forget what I did for love,
What I did for love.
Gone,
Love is never gone.
As we travel on,
Love's what we'll remember.
Kiss today goodbye,
And point me t'ward tomorrow.
We did what we had to do.
Won't forget, can't regret
What I did for
Love
What I did for
Love
What I did for...
Love
Love is never gone
As we travel on
Love's what we'll remember
Kiss today goodbye.
And point me t'ward tomorrow.
Point me t'ward tomorrow
We did what we had to do.
Won't forget, can't regret
What I did for love.
What I did for love.
What I did for love
Love

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May 20, 1967, The BBC announced a ban on the Beatles song "A Day In The Life." They are concerned that the lyrics will promote drug use. Upon hearing of the ban Paul and John said "The laugh is that Paul and I wrote this song from a newspaper headline. It's about a crash and its victim. How can anyone read drugs into it is beyond me. Everyone seems to be falling overboard to see the word drug in the most innocent of phrases. The BBC have misinterpreted the song. It has nothing to do with drug taking. It's only about a dream.
A Day In The Life
I read the news today oh, boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, i just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the house of lords
I saw a film today oh, boy
The English army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But i just had to look
Having read the book
I love to turn you on.
Woke up, got out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, i noticed i was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
Somebody spoke and i went into a dream
Ah
I read the news today oh, boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert hall
I'd love to turn you on

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May 19, 2001, Susannah McCorkle committed suicide by jumping from her high rise apartment in Manhattan. She was a wonderful jazz singer and a beautiful women. Susannah was 55 years old at the time of her death. She had suffered from depression most of her life and was battling cancer. She spoke Brazilian, French, Italian and English and was the youngest person to be recorded by the Smithsonian Institution for in its popular music series. Just before her death she sent an e-mail to a friend stating, "I've been having a really rough time, Total loss of confidence in self, book, music, etc. Not that I ever had much . . . Feeling totally immobilized. Can't even listen to music, except classical. Avoiding people so word won't get around how down I am."
The Waters of March by Susannah McCorkle
A stick a stone
it's the end of the road,
it's the rest of the stump
it's a little alone
it's a sliver of glass,
it is life, it's the sun,
it is night ,
it is death,
it's a trap, it's a gun.
the oak when it blooms,
a fox in the brush,
the knot in the wood,
the song of the thrush.
the wood of the wind,
a cliff, a fall,
a scratch, a lump,
it is nothing at all.
it's the wind blowing free.
it's the end of a slope.
it's a beam, it's a void,
it's a hunch, it's a hope.
and the riverbank talks
of the water of march
it's the end of the strain,
it's the joy in your heart.
the foot, the ground,
the flesh, the bone,
the beat of the road,
a slingshot stone.
a fish, a flash,
a silvery glow,
a fight, a bet,
the range of the bow.
the bed of the well,
the end of the line,
the dismay in the face,
it's a loss, it's a find.
a spear, a spike,
a point, a nail,
a drip, a drop,
the end of the tale.
a truckload of bricks,
in the soft morning light,
the shot of a gun,
in the dead of the night.
a mile, a must,
a thrust, a bump.
it's a girl, it's a rhyme.
it's the cold, it's the mumps.
the plan of the house,
the body in bed,
the car that got stuck,
it's the mud, it's the mud.
a float, a drift,
a flight, a wing,
a hawk, a quail,
the promise of spring.
and the riverbank talks.
of the waters of march.
it's the promise of life,
it's the joy in your heart,
a snake, a stick,
it is John, it is Joe,
it's a thorn in your hand,
and a cut on your toe.
a point, a grain,
a bee, a bite,
a blink, a buzzard,
the sudden stroke of night.
a pin, a needle,
a sting, a pain,
a snail, a riddle,
a weep, a stain.
a pass in the mountains.
a horse, a mule,
in the distance the shelves.
rode three shadows of blue.
and the riverbank talks of the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart
a stick, a stone,
the end of the load,
the rest of the stump,
a lonesome road.
a sliver of glass,
a life, the sun,
a night, a death,
the end of the run
and the riverbank talks of the waters of march
it's the end of all strain
it's the joy in your heart

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May 18, 1975, Born on this day, Jack Hody Johnson. Jacks parents were both surfers and at 17 he was the youngest invitee ever to surf at the Pipe trials, the world's most prestigious surfing event. Jack suffered a near death experience after crashing his body into the reef during the Pipeline Masters in which his front teeth were knocked out and he received more than 150 stitches to his mouth and forehead. While he was recovering in bed, he spent his time writing songs and playing guitar. He then dedicated his time to filming surfers. He produced and scored the documentary, Thicker Than Water in 1999 and also a follow-up surf flick called The September Sessions, which won The Surfer Magazine Poll award for best film of the year. Jack had been playing guitar since the age of 10 and began writing songs by the age of 14. He says his biggest influences were Nick Drake, Ben Harper, the Beatles, Bob Marley, Neil Young, Bob Dylan, A Tribe Called Quest and Hendrix. One day G. Love was introduced to Jack for a day of surfing and ended up recording Jack’s song “Rodeo Clowns” for his album "Philadelphonic". It became the first single from the album and Jack sang and played on the track. Jack soon dedicated his life to music and soon released the album "Brushfire Fairytales". After that Jack released the "On and On" and "In between Deems" albums.
Rodeo Clones by Jack Johnson
Sweepin the floors, open up the doors
Yeah turn on the lights, getting ready for the night
Nobody's romancing, 'cause its too early for dancing
But here comes the music ...
Bright lights flashing
They cover up your lack of so many people
So many problems
So many reason to buy another round
Drink it down
Just another night on the town
With the big man, money man, better then the other man
He got the plan, with the million dollar give a damn
What nobody understands
Become a smaller man, the bright lights keep flashin,
Women keep on dancing with the clowns,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,They pick me up when I'm down,
Yeah, yeah,
The rodeo clowns
Yeah, yeah, yeah, they pick me up when I'm down
The disco ball's spinnin', all the music and the women
And the shots of tequila,
Man they say that they need ya
What they really need, is just a little room to breath
Teeny bopping disco queen
She barely understands her dreams of belly button rings
And other kinds of things
Symbolic of change, but the thing that is strange
Is that the changes occur
And now she's just a part of the herd, yeah, yeah, yeah
Man i thought that you heard
Yeah, yeah
The changes occurred
Yeah, yeah, yeah, just a part of the herd
Lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground
You walk by look at him, but he can't look at you
Yeah, you might feel pity, but he only feels the ground
You understand moves, but he only knows let down
By the corner, there's another one
Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man
Well he tried to live, but he's done trying
Not dead, but definitely dying
With the rest of the clowns
Yeah, yeahmmm mmm mmmm mmmm
With the rest of the clowns
Sweepin the floors, open up the doors,
Yeah turn on the lights, getting ready for the night
Nobody's romancing, 'cause its too early for dancing
But here comes the music

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May 17, 1975, Mick Jagger tripped and put his fist through the window of Gorman's restaurant on Long Island in New York. Jagger required 20 stitches but the Rolling Stones tour proceeded as planned.
Shattered by The Stones
Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me, Im in tatters!
Im shattered
Shattered
Friends are so alarming
My lovers never charming
Life is just a cocktail party on the street
Big apple
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic
some kind of fashion
Shattered
Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me, Im in tatters
Im shattered
Shattered
All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter bout
Smack and smack and smack
I cant give it away on 7th avenue
This towns been wearing tatters
Work and work and love and sex
Aint you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter?
does it matter?
Im shattered.
Shattered
look at me, Im shattered
Im shattered
Look at me
Im shattered, yeah
Pride and joy and greed and sex
Thats what makes that town a mess
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
And look at me, Im in tatters, yeah
Ive been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter,
uh-huh
Does it matter,
uh-huh, Im shattered
Dont you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!
You got rats on the west side
Bed bugs uptown
What a mess this towns in tatters
Ive been shattered
My brains been battered, splattered all over Manhattan
Uh-huh, this towns full of money grabbers
Go ahead, bite the big apple, dont mind the maggots,
Shadoobie, my brains been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it high all the time
yeah

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May 16, 1969, During a Who concert at The Fillmore East the place starts on fire. A plainclothes cop jumps on stage in an attempt to warn the audience. Pete Townshend thinking the guy is a stage crasher attacks him with his guitar. Pete is arrested and charged with assaulting a police officer. He spends the night in jail. The next day he is released after paying a small fine.
Wont Get Fooled Again by The Who
We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
No, no!
I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?
There's nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Are now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss...

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May 15, 1997, Oasis attempts to exert censorship over the Internet. The group, working with Sony Music tried to put an end to unofficial websites carrying lyrics, sound files and photographs of the band. It didn't work. (hehehe)
My Big Mouth by Oasis
Everybody knows.... but no-one's saying nothing
And it's a sound so very loud... that no-one can hear
I got something in my shoe... it's keeping me from walking
Down the long and winding road... back home to you
And round this town you've ceased to be
That's what you get for sleeping with the enemy
Where angels fly you won't play
So guess who's gonna take the blame for...
My big mouth, my big name
Who'll put on my shoes while they're walking
Slowly down the hall of fame?
Into my big mouth, you could fly a plane
Who'll put on my shoes while they're walking
Slowly down the hall of fame?
Slowly down the hall of fame?
I ain't never spoke to God
And I ain't never been to heaven
But you assumed I knew the way
Even though the map was given
And as you look into the eyes
Of a bloody cold assassin
Only then you'll realise
With who's life you have been messin'
My big mouth; and my big name
I'll put on my shoes while I'm walking
Slowly down the hall of fame
Into my big mouth, yeah, you could fly a plane
I'll put on my shoes while I'm walking
Slowly down the hall of fame
Slowly down the hall of fame
Slowly down the hall of fame
Slowly down the hall of fame

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May 14, 1998, At the age of 82, Frank Sinatra (Chairman of the Board, Ol' Blue Eyes) dies in Los Angeles, California. He was suffering from kidney disease and bladder cancer and died from a heart attack. Sinatra, born December 12, 1915, had hoped to become a sportswriter but one day in 1935 he saw a Bing Crosby concert and soon gave up the idea of writing for a career in music. His first big gigs were for Harry James and Tommy Dorsey but he soon became a solo artist with great success in the early 1940s. After many ups and downs in his personal and professional life he became one of the greatest American singers ever. Frank once said “You gotta love livin', baby, 'cause dyin' is a pain in the ass, I'm gonna live till I die.”
My Way
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which I'm certain.
Ive lived a life that's full.
Ive traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.
Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way

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May 13, 1966, The Kinks were in the recording studio working on their album "Face To Face". On this day they would record the classic song "Sunny Afternoon." The song would reach number 11 on the charts.
Sunny Afternoon by The Kinks
The tax mans taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I cant sail my yacht,
Hes taken everything Ive got,
All Ive gots this sunny afternoon.
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
My girlfriends run off with my car,
And gone back to her ma and pa,
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
Now Im sitting here,
Sipping at my ice cold beer,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay.
cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime

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May 12, 1960, Frank Sinatras Welcome Back Elvis special airs on TV. Frank and Elvis performed the other's hit. Elvis sang "Witchcraft" and Sinatra sang "Love Me Tender." Elvis had just got back from the states after two years stationed in Germany while in the Army. It will be Presley's last TV appearance for eight years.
Love Me Tender
Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.
You have made my life complete, and I love you so.
Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfilled.
For my darlin' I love you, and I always will.
Love me tender, love me long, take me to your heart.
For it's there that I belong, and we'll never part.
Love me tender, love me dear, tell me you are mine.
I'll be yours through all the years, till the end of time.
When at last my dreams come true
Darling this I know
Happiness will follow you
Everywhere you go

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May 11, 2003, At the age of 57 Noel Redding is found dead at his home in Ireland. No cause of death was ever given.

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May 10, 1969, The Moody Blues started a two week run at number one on the album chart with 'On The Threshold Of A Dream'. This was their first number one.
In the Beginning from On The Threshold Of A Dream
First Man:
I think... I think I am. Therefore I am! I think...
Establishment:
Of course you are, my bright little star...
I've miles and miles of files Pretty files of your forefather's fruit
And now to suit our great computer You're magnetic ink!
First Man:
I'm more than that I know I am... At least, I think I must be
Inner Man:
There you go, man Keep as cool as you can Face piles of trials with smiles
It riles them to believe That you perceive The web they weave...
And keep on thinking free

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May 9, 1989, At the age of 34 country super star to be Keith Whitley died from alcohol poisoning. Keiths final album (I Wonder Do You Think of Me) was released just after his death and contained 2 number one hits, "I Wonder Do You Think Of Me" and "It Ain't Nothin'."
I Wonder Do You Think Of Me by Keith Whitley
If you drive around
Back in our old hometown
I wonder do you think of me
When you drive by a school
Do you remember two fools
I wonder do you think of me
And remember the park
Where you struck the spark
To a fire that's still burning
Oh, in my heart
That old graduation day
You just drifted away
I wonder do you think of me
And remember those games
Those cold football games
I was your hero
Though I seldom played
Back then could you see
What our future would be
I wonder do you think of me
And the classes we missed
Caused by a kiss
I can tell you that I've never
Felt like that since
I don't know if you would
But I'd go back if I could
I wonder do you think of me
I still love you
Do you think of me

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May 8, 1974, Graham Bond committed suicide by throwing himself under a London tube train at Finsbury Park station. It took police two days to identify his body. Graham was a gifted keyboard and alto sax player and had a wonderfully distinctive voice. His band The Graham Bond Organization was a driving force in British R&B and he was the first to use the Mellotron and the Hammond organ. Bond had suffered from drug addiction and depression for most of his adult life and he had been institutionalized just a short time before his death.

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May 7, 1992, At the age of 31 Nigel Preston drummer with The Cult, died in London from a drug overdose. Nigel had been kicked out of the band in 1985 because he had become too unreliable. Nigel had also played for Theatre of Hate.
Black Angel by The Cult
A fugitive has been away so long A thousand years,
and now he thinks of home The long men are waiting in the wings
To put him in chains upon his return
Emptiness, his bitterness is gone
Journey on to the eternal reward
It's a long way to go
A black angel at your side
It's a long way to go
A black angel at your side
The sirens call a sailor to die
Enchanted by the sound, his desires have been found
In his mind, his life is rushing by
All this while, the storm it rages on
He's turning old, he shall never return
Sail on to the eternal reward
It's a long way to go
A black angel at your side
It's a long way to go
With that angel at your side
It's a long way to go
With the reaper at your side
It's a long way to go
A black angel at your side
The fugitive has been away so long
A thousand years, and now he thinks of home
The long men are waiting in the wings
To put him in chains upon his return
Emptiness, his bitterness is gone
Journey on to the eternal reward
Oh, no, never
Oh, no, never
Oh, no, no
It's a long way to go
A black angel at your side
It's a long way to go
With that angel at your side
It's a long way to go
With the reaper at your side
It's a long way to go
With that angel at your side
At your side
It's a long
It's a long, long, long goodbye
It's a long, long, long goodbye

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May 6, 1958, The Everly Brothers were at number one with "All I Have to Do Is Dream". The song would spend 7 weeks at number one and a total of 21 weeks on the charts.
All I Have To Do Is Dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is Dream,
dream, dream, dream
When I feel blue in the night
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is Dream
I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz
I’m dreamin’ my life away
I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream...

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May 5, 1891, Carnegie Hall has its official oppening night in New York City. The concert that night was conducted by maestro Walter Damrosch and composer Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky. The hall is named after Andrew Carnegie who had paid for its construction. Pianist Arthur Rubinstein was once asked, "Pardon me sir, but how do I get to Carnegie Hall?" He replied, "Practice, practice, practice."

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May 4, 1987, Paul Butterfield died of drug related heart failure in Hollywood. Paul was a gifted harmonica player and in the early 60s his band introduced the blues to mainstream white audiences.
I Got A Mind To Give Up Living by Paul Butterfield Blues Band
I've got a mind to give up living,
And go shopping instead
I've got a mind to give up living,
And go shopping instead
Pick me up a tombstone,
And be pronounced dead
Well, I read your letter this morning,
That was on your place in bed
Oh, when I read your letter this morning,
That was on your place in bed
That's when I decided that I'd be better off dead
It read, "There is no use looking or ever hoping,
Or ever hoping to get me back"
"Oh, no use looking, baby
or ever hoping to get me back
Because it's all over now
and, baby, you can bet on that"

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May 3, 1972, Les Harvey of Stone The Crows died at the age of 27. The band was doing a sound check for a show in Swansea Wales when Harvey grabbed a microphone and was electrocuted, he died instantly.

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May 2, 2006, Keith Richards was released from hospital in New Zealand after he suffered a concussion from falling out of a coconut tree while on vacation in Fiji. He was airlifted to Auckland's Ascot Hospital for observation, where he underwent a brain scan. They didn't find anything.
Monkey Man by The Stones
Im a fleabit peanut monkey
All my friends are junkies
Thats not really true
Im a cold Italian pizza
I could use a lemon squeezer
What you do?
But Ive been bit and Ive been tossed around
By every she-rat in this town
Haven't you, babe?
Well, I am just a monkey man
Im glad you are a monkey woman too
I was bitten by a boar
I was gouged and I was gored
But I pulled on through Yes,
Im a sack of broken eggs
I always have an unmade bed
Dont you?
Well, I hope were not too messianic
Or a trifle too satanic
We love to play the blues
Well I am just a monkey man
Im glad you are a monkey,
monkey woman too, babe
Im a monkey
Im a monkey
Im a monkey man
Im a monkey man
Im a monkey...

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May 1, 1964, Bandleader Spike Jones dies from emphysema at age 62. He was born Lindley Armstrong in 1911. Spike and his band The City Slickers were one of the most popular novelty acts of the 1940s and '50s. They made fun of everyone from Russians, Chinese, Liszt, and Hitler. Spike got his nickname from his father who said he was as thin as a railroad spike. His biggest hit was "All I Want for Christmas (Is My Two Front Teeth)," a 1948 song that topped the pop chart for three weeks and sold more than 1 million copies. Spike once said , "We get along by not taking anything serious."
Der Fuehrer's Face by Spike Jones
When Der Fuehrer says, "We ist der master race"
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Der Fuehrer's face
Not to love Der Fuehrer is a great disgrace
So we HEIL! HEIL! Right in Der Fuehrer's face
When Herr Gobbels says, "We own der world und space"
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Herr Goring's face
When Herr Goring says they'll never bomb this place
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Herr Goring's face
Are we not the supermen
Aryan pure supermen
Ja we ist der supermen
Super-duper supermen
Ist this Nutzi land not good?
Would you leave it if you could?
Ja this Nutzi land is good!
Vee would leave it if we could
We bring the world to order
Heil Hitler's world New Order
Everyone of foreign race will love Der Fuehrer's face
When we bring to der world disorder
When Der Fuehrer says, "We ist der master race"
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Der Fuehrer's face
When Der Fuehrer says, "We ist der master race"
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Der Fuhrer's face