<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:33:47.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death2ur Notes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890.post-3110439362624082035</id><published>2008-12-27T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:42:33.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP TEN DEAD OF 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEORGE CARLIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Most Stand-up comics tend to morph into something else as their careers "evolve", generally becoming either half-baked actors or taking on talk shows, or some other supposed greater entertainment challenge. George Carlin did a few movies, but for the most part remained a stand-up comic right to the end. A stellar, long-term career of social observation and absurdest humor. He proved, as Lenny Bruce did, that stand-up is an art form all its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BETTIE PAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;America is, and always has been, sexually Puritanical. But no more so than it was in the mid-twentieth century. Along came Bettie Page who stood before us completely nude and completely joyous. This wasn't the pornography that adolescent males stared at by flashlight under their covers, it was unabashed, unembarrassed sensuality that celebrated the human form as a work of art and not something nasty that needed to be covered up. Even Bettie's S &amp;amp; M images -campy, surrealistic - are difficult to view without a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAUL NEWMAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What more can be said about a man who reached the heights of his craft, spent fifty years married to the same woman, and devoted much time and money to charities? Role model? Hero? He had that bemused grin, even in the most trying of circumstances, making us feel that he knew something we didn't, and that he would make everything ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON HELMS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is a name that not many will recognize. Don Helms was the steel guitar player for Hank Williams during Williams' final and most productive years. I met Helms in 1996 and he was the most down-to-earth friendly person you will ever meet. He was playing with Williams' daughter Jett on a concert tour. Jett's "talents" are questionable, but when Mr. Helms played Cold, Cold Heart solo on his steel guitar it was a musical moment of sublime proportion. Country/Bluegrass musicians rarely get recognized as great musicians, but their talents are as accomplished as in any other genre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CYD CHARISSE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In "Silk Stockings" there is a sequence where Cyd Charisse removes her black stockings and puts on her silk stockings. It is one of the most beautiful and sensual scenes of any musical. It is proof that a woman can also be sexy with her clothes on. Cyd Charisse matched all of her male dancing counterparts step for step, even besting Gene Kelly in their gorgeous dance number in "Singin' in the Rain." A class act on and off the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEATH LEDGER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Before Heath Ledger's death there were some scenes from "The Dark Night" that leaked out. One short sequence showed Ledger as The Joker with his head sticking out of a moving automobile. The look on his face of stark, uninhibited evil, was spellbinding. Once seeing the entire film, the performance takes on more and more depth until a scene where The Joker, dressed as a nurse, exits a hospital he has just blown up. He walks down the street, the brilliance of Ledger added to the incredible feeling of loss that the viewer feels, combine for one of the year's most powerful moments on film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MICHAEL DEBAKEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is it even possible to fathom that someone is able to place an artificial heart into the body of a human being? Debakey's pioneering in the medical field is astonishing. From performing or assisting on nearly 20,000 heart-related surgeries to developing the concept of the Mobile Army Surgical Hospital (MASH). Doing all that he did to better the human condition and living to the age of ninety nine, what a full, valuable life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEFF HEALEY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blind electric guitar player who taught himself how to play holding the instrument on his lap. And when he played a solo, he rose to his feet and my neck hairs went up with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BO DIDDLEY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;True musical pioneer and developer of "The Bo Diddley Beat" a rhythm that was an inspiration to many early Rock and Roll musicians including Buddy Holly, consequently being inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Diddley was also one of the first musicians to hire women on a regular basis as his band members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARLTON HESTON&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No one uttered over-the-top grandiose dialogue with the jaw-set conviction of Mr. Heston. Who else could possibly have played Moses or Judah Ben Hur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349218640374654890-3110439362624082035?l=death2ur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/3110439362624082035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349218640374654890&amp;postID=3110439362624082035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/3110439362624082035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/3110439362624082035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-ten-dead-of-2008.html' title='TOP TEN DEAD OF 2008'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890.post-3172494032363806445</id><published>2008-01-09T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:36:15.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP TEN DEAD OF 2007</title><content type='html'>1 INGMAR BERGMAN Greatest film director who ever lived. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 LUCIANO PAVAROTTI Greatest operatic tenor who ever lived. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 BENAZIR BHUTTO Loyal, courageous, .............hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 KURT VONNEGUT, JR.   and so it goes...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 CHARLES LANE You won't recognize the name, but google it and you'll recognize the face from hundreds of movies and television shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 WALTER SCHIRRA Original Mercury 7 astronaut. True American hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 NORMAN MAILER Great American writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 EDDIE ROBINSON Grambling football coach. Teacher of athletes and men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 IKE TURNER Music pioneer. True rock and roll influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 EVEL KNIEVEL Silly choice? But, man, he was a true daredevil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349218640374654890-3172494032363806445?l=death2ur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/3172494032363806445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349218640374654890&amp;postID=3172494032363806445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/3172494032363806445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/3172494032363806445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/2008/01/top-ten-dead-of-2007.html' title='TOP TEN DEAD OF 2007'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890.post-7635106772580244032</id><published>2007-10-13T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:17:40.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending on a high note - Luciano Pavarotti</title><content type='html'>There are a few musical moments in my life that stand out in my memory.   Hearing Don Helms play "Cold, Cold Heart" on the steel guitar without any accompaniment,  hearing Miles Davis' haunting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dissonant&lt;/span&gt; trumpet moan over a wall of jazz created by his unparalleled band,   Jimmie Vaughan playing a guitar solo of "Six String Down," a tribute to his late brother Stevie Ray,  Freddie Fender and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flaco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jiminez&lt;/span&gt; playing and singing Tex Mex like no one else as members of The Texas Tornadoes, and of course, Luciano Pavarotti singing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pagliacci&lt;/span&gt;."  Luciano was one of those rare few whose talents shattered genre boundaries and introduced the whole world to his craft.  Opera is indeed the human voice at its most exalted.  Bravo, Luciano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349218640374654890-7635106772580244032?l=death2ur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/7635106772580244032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349218640374654890&amp;postID=7635106772580244032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/7635106772580244032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/7635106772580244032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/2007/10/ending-on-high-note-luciano-pavarotti.html' title='Ending on a high note - Luciano Pavarotti'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890.post-1881110278229900226</id><published>2007-09-02T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:49:44.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>Merv Griffin was an average interviewer at best, sometimes asking painfully obvious questions. His sense of humor was pedestrian. But there is one thing I will forever be grateful to the man for - JEOPARDY!! Quite simply the greatest game show every invented.  It is trivia with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barrage&lt;/span&gt; of questions, or should I say, answers.  It has that one inversion that seems simple, but that keeps an invisible edge to the show.  It is a show that starts out with simpler questions where we can all join in and ends with difficult ones where we can all marvel at a contestant's knowledge, or shock ourselves on that rare occasion when we have the answer to Final Jeopardy.  Damn, now I'll be humming that Final Jeopardy tune all day! - Todd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349218640374654890-1881110278229900226?l=death2ur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/1881110278229900226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349218640374654890&amp;postID=1881110278229900226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/1881110278229900226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/1881110278229900226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/2007/09/ooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890.post-714186968911836555</id><published>2007-08-08T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:27:42.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INGMAR BERGMAN  (1918 - 2007)</title><content type='html'>The first time I viewed an Ingmar Bergman film, now some quarter century ago in my college film studies class, I came to realize that in the right hands, cinema was as great an art form as any other. It can be ranked with the greatest symphonies, paintings, or sculpture. For me, what Bergman does, as the greatest artists do, is reduce the human experience down to the very elements that are the most universal common denominators. That being, the meaning of life, love, and ultimately death. Bergman's spare, haunting images, the black and white ones in particular, seem bleak to some, but to me pare away all exterior elements and leave the soul bare to examine these denominators. These potent images, aided by Bergman's life-long collaborator and cinematographer, Sven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nykvist&lt;/span&gt;, take us out of our comfortable, safe lairs and force us to take a conscious, existential look at ourselves. Bergman was a perfectionist, sometimes taking days to just watch how light moved through a church as the sun passed over. This meticulous attention to detail is why Michelangelo languished for years over the Sistine Chapel ceiling. It is how a "visionary" is defined. And although I have seen all of Bergman's work I still go back to my favorite - Wild Strawberries. It is the film that opened my cinematic eye all those years ago. It is about a college professor traveling to receive an honorary degree. As he travels his mind takes a journey of its own with dreams and reminiscences that all have the Bergman touches. They encompass everything from horror to humor (something in Bergman's repertoire that is often overlooked.) Another forte' of Bergman's is the spiritual lumination of the human face. Sven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nykvist's&lt;/span&gt; lighting often sets the mood and tone, but Bergman's faces tell their own stories. The professor (played masterfully by Swedish director Victor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sjostrom&lt;/span&gt;) often relays more with just his Bergman-filtered visage than a Shakespearean soliloquy. It seems I have blogged on a little long and may even have gotten a bit overwrought, even pretentious, but when it comes to Ingmar Bergman, just speaking of him sets my soul aflame. I think Woody Allen pretty much summed it up when he said "Ingmar Bergman is probably the greatest film artist since the invention of the motion picture camera." - Todd (The Death 2ur)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349218640374654890-714186968911836555?l=death2ur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/714186968911836555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349218640374654890&amp;postID=714186968911836555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/714186968911836555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/714186968911836555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/2007/08/ingmar-bergman-1918-2007.html' title='INGMAR BERGMAN  (1918 - 2007)'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890.post-7718334599310527991</id><published>2007-07-07T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:29:30.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNE....................a hero passes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Most of us are familiar with the iconic image of the soldiers raising the American Flag over Iwo Jima in World War II. What many don't know, however, is that this was actually the second flag raising, which was staged for photographers. Clint Eastwood's recent film Flags of Our Fathers has helped to disseminate this information to the general public. It is sad that it has taken so long for these original heroes to receive their just recognition. The last of those men, Charles Lindberg, a fellow Minnesotan, passed away in June. Just prior to his death, Mr. Lindbergh was assisting in the development of an All-Veterans Memorial in Richfield, Minnesota. The Memorial is to have a bust of Charles Lindberg as its centerpiece. Mr. Lindberg, however, insisted that the memorial be about all veterans and was concerned that it would become more about him. Even if the memorial features Charles more prominently, he represents all of those who anonymously gave of themselves for our freedoms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349218640374654890-7718334599310527991?l=death2ur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/7718334599310527991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349218640374654890&amp;postID=7718334599310527991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/7718334599310527991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/7718334599310527991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/2007/07/most-of-us-are-familiar-with-iconic.html' title='JUNE....................a hero passes'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890.post-5155506106075733615</id><published>2007-06-05T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:57:21.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY GOODBYES</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Being a person of the 70's I grew up listening to 8-Tracks and wearing Technicolor polyester pants. I also was around for one of the haydays of TV gameshows. Matchgame was a watchable time-killer with the obtrusive, sporadically funny Richard Dawson and the Bela Lugosi-looking, none-too-quick-witted Gene Rayburn. But, when I knew Charles Nelson Reilly was going to be one of the panelists, I knew that the show would be a cut above the others. Charles passed away in May and I will forever remember his comic aplomb and his self-deprecating "flamboyance." Hell, you have to give a great deal of credit to anyone who can make Brett Somers seem funny. - Todd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even though the Virginia Tech tragedy took place in April, we would like to remember the students and faculty who lost their lives that day. In this disposable world, it seems that people are already forgetting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349218640374654890-5155506106075733615?l=death2ur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/5155506106075733615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349218640374654890&amp;postID=5155506106075733615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/5155506106075733615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/5155506106075733615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/2007/06/may-goodbyes.html' title='MAY GOODBYES'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890.post-5454589876675983915</id><published>2007-06-05T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:26:51.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAD BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;"BEER?" - Wad the Sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349218640374654890-5454589876675983915?l=death2ur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/5454589876675983915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349218640374654890&amp;postID=5454589876675983915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/5454589876675983915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/5454589876675983915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/2007/06/wad-blog.html' title='WAD BLOG'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890.post-404036558300364110</id><published>2007-05-06T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T13:29:51.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE APRIL DEPARTED</title><content type='html'>April saw a very diverse group of individuals head into "the great beyond."  Luckily, most of them made it to a ripe old age.&lt;br /&gt;     EDDIE ROBINSON:  Hall of fame football coach for Grambling University.  Mr. Robinson coached for Grambling for over FIFTY YEARS.  Not only did he help develop talented athletes, but also individuals of personal fortitude. &lt;br /&gt;     TOMMY NEWSOM:  Some of the greatest chemistry between performers on television was on The Tonight Show.  Johnny, Ed, and Doc were incomparable.  But, on that rare occasion when Doc wasn't around, Tommy provided a low-key touch of comic timing, not to mention being an accomplished musician.&lt;br /&gt;      KURT VONNEGUT:  Author of the classic War/Science Fiction novel Slaughterhouse Five.  Did make it to old age, but met an untimely death due to a head injury suffered in a fall.&lt;br /&gt;      And being that The Death 2ur calls Minnesota its home, we would like to bid a very fond farewell to HERB CARNEAL.  He was the longtime radio announcer for the Minnesota Twins.  He knew that letting the game be the center of attention was just as important in radio as in televsion.  Herb reminds us of summer evenings with the radio on and his resonant, but friendly voice keeping us apprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349218640374654890-404036558300364110?l=death2ur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/404036558300364110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349218640374654890&amp;postID=404036558300364110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/404036558300364110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/404036558300364110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/2007/05/april-departed.html' title='THE APRIL DEPARTED'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890.post-2628940952254243498</id><published>2007-04-28T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T06:50:35.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For The Record</title><content type='html'>Lately it seems, we have received some flak for our behaivor at the grave sites that we have visited.  You know, often times when we arrive at these sites we find that they have been desecrated or marked up in some way.  WE DON'T DO THAT.  Never have, never will.  Even though we act a little goofy once in a while, we always show enough respect to leave the site alone and not desecrate it in any way, shape or form.  So lighten up you people and save your hate mail for spammers and identity theives.  We're the good guys!  Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349218640374654890-2628940952254243498?l=death2ur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/2628940952254243498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349218640374654890&amp;postID=2628940952254243498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/2628940952254243498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/2628940952254243498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-for-record.html' title='Just For The Record'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890.post-4687276509204553826</id><published>2007-04-02T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T13:25:27.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Deaths in March</title><content type='html'>March marked the deaths of two notable people.  Jazz clarinetist Tony Scott, who played with Billie Holiday and Charlie Parker, and Larry Bud Melman of David Letterman fame.  Scott apparently lived in Rome for quite a while and was big in the Italian jazz scene.  Hmmm... I never thought Italy had a jazz scene.  I'd never heard of Scott before, but he played with some real jazz greats back in the day.  I'll have to listen real close next time I put on a Billie Holiday album.  He'll most likely be buried in Italy, so no Death2urs to that one.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I think just about everyone knows Larry Bud Melman and his microphone schtik.  He was pretty good at making everyone laugh at him and not with him.  He will be missed.  Larry, this 'Bud' is for you.  No word on where he will be laid to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349218640374654890-4687276509204553826?l=death2ur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/4687276509204553826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349218640374654890&amp;postID=4687276509204553826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/4687276509204553826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/4687276509204553826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/2007/04/famous-deaths-in-march.html' title='Famous Deaths in March'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349218640374654890.post-6771893703661454663</id><published>2007-03-31T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T16:13:10.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death2ur '07 - Wad and all that Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Death2ur is rolling in to New York for our annual grave hunting.  This year we decided to see some jazz legends that we are just dying to see.  No pun intended.  Todd is a big Miles Davis fan and Paul is a big Coltrane and Billie Holiday fan.  Tom is just along for the ride, I think.  We also want to see Louis Armstrong, Houdini, Judy Garland, the Babe and Lou Gehrig and Thelonious Monk.  Why not, since we're out there anyway.  Monday morning we hope to make the Today show.  Out on the plaza not in the studio.  Then we'll head down to see Ground Zero one more time.  One of these days they just might build something there to honor the victims.  Well that's all for now.  Check out our site sometime in May or June for our new Death2ur 'All that Jazz' pages.  Cha, Cha, Cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349218640374654890-6771893703661454663?l=death2ur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/feeds/6771893703661454663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349218640374654890&amp;postID=6771893703661454663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/6771893703661454663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349218640374654890/posts/default/6771893703661454663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death2ur.blogspot.com/2007/03/death2ur-07-wad-and-all-that-jazz.html' title='Death2ur &apos;07 - Wad and all that Jazz'/><author><name>Death2ur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201983711526302357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
