Time is 11 o'clock. Stay with us for Shickley Mix. Well, Mr. Shickley, we're ready for you.
Hold on to your hat. Here's the theme.
Hello there, I'm Peter Shickley, and this is Shickley Mix, a program dedicated to the proposition that all musics are created equal. Or as Duke Ellington put it, if it sounds good, it is good.
And I'm not just being a goody-goody two-shoes when I say how thankful I am that our bills are paid by the Corporation for Public Broadcasting and by the National Endowment for the Arts,
with additional support from the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences, and from this superb and anything but superfluous radio station, which suffers my presence pretty gladly,
and whence the fruits of my own creative suffering are distributed to the county at large, and even beyond, by PRI, Public Radio International. And speaking of distances, you'll want to be aware of the fact that we have a very special program
to be sure to stay within earshot of your radio for the next hour, ladies and gentlemen, because we have a Shickley Mix first. That's right, friends and neighbors,
for the very first time in the years-long history of Shickley Mix, the program today will include an entire opera.
Yes, you heard right, boys and girls. We'll be hearing a complete opera later in the program. And here's the best part, guys and gals,
you, yes, you, will have a chance to win two free tickets to the opera. That's right, you can win free opera tickets. We call this contest...
Opera Win Free. And take it from me, folks, this is an opportunity you won't want to miss. Because frankly, mesdames et messieurs,
we all know that some contests are really just a scam to get you to buy something. But let me assure you, friends, Romans and countrymen, that... Opera Win Free is on the level.
No purchase is required. You don't have to travel anywhere. You know, some of those come-ons are amazing. I got a thing in the mail recently that said that I had already won a prize.
And all I had to do to collect it was put a down payment on a three-acre lot that's part of an old estate in Florida called Pantano de los Creídos. And I thought, hey, an estate, that sounds pretty classy.
But I decided to look, Pantano de los Creídos, up in my Spanish dictionary. And it seems to mean Swamp of the Gullible Ones. And I'm like, whoa. Maybe I... Okay.
Okay. There goes the irrelevancy alarm. I guess it is time to get down to the subject of today's show, which is not real estate that you walk on, but rather real estate that you wear. In fact, to start out with,
we're talking about real estate that you want to be under, not on top of. There are some... There are some people who are forever associated with certain headwear. Abraham Lincoln and his stovepipe hat,
Dizzy Gillespie and his beret, Minnie Pearl and her dime store special with the price tag still on it, um, Jackie Kennedy and her pillbox hat, Humphrey Bogart and his fedora,
Fidel Castro and his army fatigue cap. The hats that people wear say something about them. And as a matter of fact, I'll let you in on a little secret, folks. The radio show to which you are listening
almost didn't happen because the host of the show almost didn't happen on account of a hat. My mother told me once that after she and my father had met and he had asked her out,
he arrived to pick her up for their first date wearing a pork pie hat. And she said that was almost the end of it right there. So be careful what you put on your head, Mr. and Ms. Fashion. Make sure that you're expressing yourself
and not just some whim of the millinery industry. But there's no doubt that a hat makes you completely dressed. The hat is the final touch if you want to be dressed to the hilt.
Which brings us to our first suite. And we're going to narrow the subject down to women's hats since women have traditionally been the more flamboyant sex of the species, hat-wise speaking.
You know, we live in such a comparatively hatless age that our younger listeners might be quite amazed if they could see some of the things women used to put on their hats.
The mind-over-matter, hat-over-mind song cycle has four numbers and lasts about 12 minutes. Hasta la vista.
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¶ Lovely before you dressed quite so pretty once more ¶¶
¶ I could hardly wait to keep our date ¶¶
¶ This lovely Easter morning ¶¶ ¶ And my heart beat fast as I came through the door ¶¶
¶ Oh, the Easter bonnet ¶¶ ¶ With all the frills upon it ¶¶
¶ You'll be the grandest lady in the Easter parade ¶¶
¶ I could hardly wait to keep our date ¶¶
¶ I'll be all in clover ¶¶ ¶ And when they look you over ¶¶ ¶ I'll be the proudest fellow ¶¶ ¶ In the Easter parade ¶¶
¶ On the avenue ¶¶
¶ Fifth Avenue ¶¶
¶ The photographers will snap us ¶¶ ¶ And you'll find that you're in the roto gravure ¶¶
¶ Oh, I could write the sonnet ¶¶
¶ About your Easter bonnet ¶¶ ¶ And of the girl I'm taking ¶¶
¶ To the Easter parade ¶¶ ¶¶
¶ See you got your ¶¶
¶ Brand-new leopard-skin pillbox hat ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶ Yes, I see you got your ¶¶ ¶ Brand-new leopard-skin pillbox hat ¶¶
¶¶ ¶ Well, you must tell me, baby ¶¶ ¶ How your head feels ¶¶ ¶ Under something like that ¶¶ ¶ Under your brand-new ¶¶
¶ Leopard-skin pillbox hat ¶¶ ¶ Well, you look so pretty, ain't it ¶¶ ¶ Honey, can I jump on it sometime ¶¶ ¶¶
¶ Yes, I just wanna see ¶¶ ¶ If it's really that expensive time ¶¶ ¶ Your weight balances on your head ¶¶
¶ Just like a mattress balances ¶¶ ¶ On a bottle of wine ¶¶ ¶ Your brand-new ¶¶ ¶ Leopard-skin pillbox hat ¶¶ ¶ Well, if you wanna see the sunrise ¶¶
¶ Honey, I know where ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶ Well, go out and see it sometime ¶¶ ¶ We'll both just sit there and stare ¶¶
¶¶ ¶ Me with my belt wrapped ¶¶ ¶ Around my head ¶¶ ¶ And you just sittin' there ¶¶ ¶ In your brand-new ¶¶ ¶ Leopard-skin pillbox hat ¶¶ ¶¶
¶ I'm not sure if I can see you ¶¶
¶ It's bad for your health, you say ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶ Disobeyed his orders ¶¶
¶ But I found him now instead ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶ You know, I don't mind him ¶¶ ¶ Cheatin' on me ¶¶ ¶ But I sure wish he'd ¶¶ ¶ Take that off his head ¶¶ ¶ Your brand-new ¶¶
¶ Leopard-skin pillbox hat ¶¶ ¶ Well, I see you got ¶¶ ¶ A new boyfriend ¶¶ ¶ You know, I've never seen him before ¶¶ ¶¶
¶ And I saw you makin' love with him ¶¶ ¶ You forgot to close ¶¶ ¶ The garage door ¶¶ ¶ I think he loves you for your ¶¶
¶ It's your brand-new ¶¶ ¶ Leopard-skin pillbox hat ¶¶ ¶¶
¶ Put on your old gray bonnet ¶¶
¶ With a blue ribbon on it ¶¶ ¶ And we'll hitch over ¶¶ ¶ Dive into the shade ¶¶
¶ Through the fields of clover ¶¶
¶ We'll go down to Dover ¶¶
¶ On our golden wedding day ¶¶
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¶ Ribbon on it ¶¶ ¶ Shade ¶¶ ¶ Fields of clover ¶¶ ¶ Down to Dover ¶¶
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that I ever met. She used to say, now listen to me, Sadie, there's one thing that you never
must forget. Never go walking out without your hat pin. The law won't let you carry
more than that. For if you go walking out without your hat pin, you may lose your head
as well as lose your hat. My granny said men never could be trusted, no matter how
refined they might appear. She said that many maidens' hearts got busted because men never
had but one idea. I've heard that Grandpa really was a mess, so Grandma knew whereof she spoke, I guess.
Never go walking out without your hat pin. Not even to some very classy joint. For when
a fella sees you've got a hat pin, he's very much more apt to get the point. My Mumma,
too, set quite a bad example. She never heeded Grandmama's advice. She found that if you
give a man a sample, the sample's always the worst.
Sample somehow never does suffice. In fact, it's rumoured I might not have been, if Mum had not gone out without her pin.
Never go walking out without your hat pin. It's about the best protection you have got. For if you go walking out without your hat pin, you may come home without your... you know what?
The wide, wonderful world of women's hats. Our suite, called the Mind Over Matter, Hat Over Mind Song Cycle, began with Clifton Webb singing
such a parade from Irving Berlin's show as thousands cheer. Then came Bob Dylan's Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat, which is a good old funny song.
I say that, I mean I say that that way, because although Dylan has always had, of course, a terrific wit, it's often been used as a very sharp weapon in his personal and political arsenal for fighting battles of great consequence.
And 1960s hats are such an easy target that this is the only time in history that we've ever seen a hat in such a way. The song feels like just a good old funny song. And Dylan has probably written about as many funny songs as Bach wrote funny cantatas.
Anyway, then the Mills brothers, in their inimitable laid-back fashion, sang Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet.
And grey, they spelled grey G-R-E-Y. Now, is there any difference between G-R-E-Y and G-R-A-Y? I've always wondered about that.
Anyway, finally, Elsa Lanchester gave us her advice in Never Go Walking Without Your Hat Pin.
This CD makes sure to identify Elsa Lanchester as the Bride of Frankenstein, even though her most famous role has nothing to do with these delightful music hall songs.
Boy, am I ever familiar with that typecasting thing. I mean, I'm a serious composer, but whenever people meet me, as soon as they hear my name, they say,
Oh, yeah, you're the guy who saw 24 movies in a row in 1960. You know, what can I say?
But, yes, I'm Peter Shickley. I'm also the host of the award-winning program that's with two M's and an E, called Shickley Mix, from PRI, Public Radio International.
We're talking about being completely dressed here, which means wearing everything, right down to, or rather up to, a hat. Actually, until recently, I haven't been a hat person myself.
I don't like to cut off any of my Weltanschauung. I want to see as much of the world as possible. And also, a hat is just another thing to lose.
But, as I approach geezerhood, I must say that cold seems colder, and glare seems brighter, and rain seems wetter, especially in what we German-Americans call wetter-wetter.
And I find myself coming around to hats, and getting under them. My favorite hat, since the cowboy hat I bought in Billings, Miami, was this. The one that Montana got stolen, is a cute little...
Oh, man. Irrelevancy alarm again. Very sensitive today. Well, speaking of hats, folks, better put on your thinking caps, because it's contest time.
This is where you can win free opera tickets. Yes, it's time to play... Opera Win Free. Here's how it works, folks.
I am about, for the very first time in sickly mix history, to broadcast an entire opera.
All you have to do is write on a plain piece of standard hotel-stationary-sized paper the name of the opera, the name of its librettist, the name of its composer, and the reason I'm playing it on today's show.
Hold on to that piece of paper. I'll tell you later what you can do with it. About nine minutes later, to be precise. So, here we go, and good luck.
Five pubs, five arts, pass, pass, pass, new place. Once again, I'm dummy for every dummy post. Put down your cards.
How to pick up feathers. I want to buy that hat to pick up feathers.
I want to buy that hat to pick up feathers. I saw this morning at Madame Chabot's. Of course, there is the red one with a ton of shell walls.
And then there is the beige with a fusion ribbon. Still, still, I think I'll buy that hat to pick up feathers from the table, darling.
I'm sorry, dear.
What she meant by symbol I'm wearing. Is it Christopher?
I want to buy that hat to pick up feathers.
I want to buy the head of Jacob Ferdinand, I want to buy the head of Trump, the queen.
What is he thinking of?
Put him up in the seats and...
Who is there to love me but me?
Let my stuff let me see you bleeding.
I want to buy the head of Jacob Ferdinand, I want to buy the head of Trump, the queen.
Peace of hearts. Ina spades. Your trick. Ina spades. Out of Trump. The king of diamonds, David. The hand is yours.
Okay.
Will be my epitaph.
Worked for Mr. Pritchett every day. And every night played bridge with Sally.
As rich as Mr. Pritchett, the bastard.
Even richer.
Rich as Morgan. If I were only rich as the Aga Khan, a Maharaja, a rock to the bell.
If I could be a king, the king of diamonds, the sultan of America, an alabaster palace in Palm Beach.
Twenty naked girls, twenty naked boys. Tending to my pleasures. Timberline. Timberline.
Lying on a bed of naked bodies. Drinking scented wine from cups of Struven glass. Inlaid with silver.
Every day another version of every known version. Like in that book of Pavala Kallus.
I keep hidden in the library behind the who's who to whip my luck.
And I'm not a hero, but I'm a hero. for fun or better still Mr. Pritchett the bastard everyone afraid of me
like Camelot for Gingham's car
I'd be like that if I'd still play
bridge each evening with Sally and Bill Mr. Pritchett
I want to buy that hat
a pair of feathers I want to buy that hat a pair of feathers in the line, in the line
hearts, hearts
and there you have it folks an entire opera on Sickly Mix now those of you who want to enter the contest
please turn your radios off so you can't hear me identify the opera for those who don't want to try for the free opera tickets ok, turn them off now, no cheating the name of the opera
is A Hand of Bridge the music is by Samuel Barber the libretto is by Giancarlo Minotti and the singers were Catherine Axe, Faye Kittleson William Carney and Richard Mewins
Greg Smith conducted the Adirondack Chamber Orchestra and of course the reason it's on this show is the contralto's obsession with buying a hat of peacock feathers she has seen in a store
ok contestants you can turn your radios back on now is everybody with us? now those of you entering the contest send your answer sheets plus a sace
whatever that is what is a sace? the office told me to put that in anyway plus a sace and a signed statement saying I'm eighteen years old no really
and yes I want to win free opera tickets then send the whole thing to Opera Winfrey Hoople, North Dakota zip code now you have to use the whole thing to win free tickets
and that's zero-ought-zero-zero-zero-dash-zero-zero-zero-pie the names of those who have sent in correct answers will be put in a hat
and the winner of the drawing will receive two free tickets to any production next season by the Hoople Heavy Opera Company and let me tell you they've got a great season planned for next year
a pair of delightful kids operas called Hi Ho Fidelio and the Bar Bar of Seville plus from the standard repertoire an all new production of Palestrina by Fitzner
and then the world premiere of an opera based on the life of and featuring the music of the great bebop pianist Lenny Tristano now there will only be three performances of Tristano and Isolde
so that's going to be one hot ticket good luck and thanks for playing Opera Winfrey void where prohibited employees of Carina Cao Cao and their friends are free to play opera with them
their families are ineligible by the way you know the word milliner someone who makes or sells women's hats you know where it comes from it's a corruption of the name of the Italian city Milan because in the sixteenth century
the English used to import ladies finery from Italy man I love dictionaries this one I was looking at during the opera gives the date of the first known occurrence of a word like milliner goes back to fifteen thirty
that's before Shakespeare was born by the way have you seen that Al Pacino opera? Al Pacino movie looking for Richard it's really interesting in terms of the English language because or athe
will that be relevant to your life really bugs me I mean one of today's subject is hats and music why can't I talk about milliners I wonder what would happen if I just ignored the irrelevancy alarm
I mean what was going to do shoot me it only buzzes for a few seconds I think I'm gonna just keep talking about Al Pacino's movie looking for Richard
And how in the movie they go around asking people on the street what they know about Shakespeare. And how, and I'm just going to keep talking here, and how most of the people say, yeah, Shakespeare, he's great.
See? What can the irrelevancy alarm really do? So anyway, people say, yeah, Shakespeare's great. But when it comes right down to it, they don't really know anything about him or his plays. And when you think about it, why should they?
I mean, how much did people on the street in Elizabethan times know about Dante? Or even Chaucer, for that matter. Chaucer's a foreign language to us now.
But 400 years, what's going, that isn't just a buzzer.
What? Oh, man.
Folks, I am not playing the Pachelbel Canon. I mean, here on my console. It's coming through the console. But it seems to have been triggered by the irrelevancy alarm.
I guess the alarm gives you two chances. You get back on the subject, and then if you don't. Okay, let's see what to do. Just a minute, folks.
I'm going to go over to the alarm itself and see if there are any instructions on it. Man, it is so hard to read over here.
Okay.
Okay. Well, there's a phone number on the thing to call in case of emergency. And I think this definitely qualifies as an emergency. That's an 800 number.
God only knows where the office is.
I can't believe this. Uh, hello?
I've got the Pachelbel Canon going on here, and I'd like to get it turned off or reset or whatever. Okay, I'm at radius... Oh, you know where I am? Well, can you...
Ah, that's better. Boy, thank you. Am I all set now? Wait a minute. Honey, is that you? I can't believe it. I can't believe this. What do you do?
Well, yeah, I know you work for a company called Alarms and Excursions, but I thought you were in the travel agency part. Oh, man. Well, I mean, it's just a little embarrassing, that's all.
And a little surprising, you know? Hey, listen, honey, I really have to finish the show, so... Yeah, so I'll see you when I get home. Okay, bye. Man, I guess somebody's sick today, so they asked her to cover.
And of course, that has to be the day that you...
Oh, no. Hello?
No, everything's fine, sir. The irrelevancy alarm got jammed or something, but it's all taken care of, so... Yes, I will, sir. I will stick to it religiously. Okay, bye, sir.
Boy, I'm glad the station manager wasn't listening. Apparently, he heard about it from somebody else. Oh, man, this is getting to be annoying. Hello? What do you mean, the central office? Where are you?
Well, everything's turned off. We're okay here. What kind of a report? Look, I'm on the air here. Can we get this over with quickly? What do you need to know? My name is Peter Shickley. The name of the show is Shickley Mix.
It's from PRI, Public Radio International. So, are we all set here? Okay, thanks. Well, folks, it's been quite a ride.
We're talking about clothing here, and the name of today's show is All or Nothing. So far, we've been dealing with the hat, which is literally the pinnacle of a fine-suit. It's a sartorial ensemble.
Now, we're going to take it off, take it all off, because when it really comes right down to it, the only thing better than being well-dressed is being undressed.
Our next song cycle is called The Birthday Suit Suite, and it has four numbers. You've got 13 and a half minutes to get those clothes off and then get them back on again before I open up the mic. See you later.
Good morning, everybody.
I'm Peter Shickley.
Thank you. Thank you. It's nice to see you. Thank you. So, I'm Peter Shickley.
And you're across from Victoria Youtube Channel. Can you introduce yourself? Oh, good! Thank you for assuming I know my name inside. No further frills No fights with boundaries
And no tailless bills No mutiny Sweet mutiny No wandering return
We sing to thee Sweet mutiny Sweet mutiny
No wandering return We sing to thee
Once upon a time there was a king.
Now this king was very fond of wearing brand new clothes. One day two wicked swindlers who said they were tailors
came to sell him what they said was a magic suit of clothes. Now this king was very fond of wearing brand new clothes. But tell the truth, there wasn't any suit of clothes. But the swindlers held up their hands like this.
And they said, Your Majesty, this is a magic suit of clothes. And His Majesty said, Well, where is it? I don't see it. And they said, One moment, Your Majesty.
Naturally, since you're so very wise and intelligent, you can see how beautiful it is. But to a fool, it is absolutely... Invisible.
Oh, oh, I see, said the king, I see. And not wanting to appear a fool, he quickly added, Isn't it great? Isn't it fine?
Look at the cut, the style, the line.
The suit of clothes is all together, but all together it's all together
the most remarkable suit of clothes that I have ever seen.
The size of mine at once determined the sleeves of velvet,
the cape is ermine, the holes are blue, and the doublet is a lovely shade of green. Lovely shade of green.
Somebody send for the queen. And they sent for the queen. And she came in, and she was told about how only wise people could see the magic suit of clothes.
And not wanting to appear a fool, she quickly agreed, Isn't it, oh, isn't it, ah, isn't it absolutely... The suit of clothes is all together, but all together it's all together
the most remarkable suit of clothes that I have ever seen.
The size of mine at once determined the sleeves of velvet, the cape is ermine...
the holes are blue, and the doublet is a lovely shade of green. Lovely shade of green.
Someone the court to convene. The royal court convened, and the ministers came in,
and the ambassadors, and the counts, and the dukes and duchesses, and they all gathered round and were told about the magic suit of clothes,
and not wanting to seem like fools, they also agreed,
Isn't it great? Isn't it rich? Look at the charm of every suit. The suit of clothes is all together, but all together it's all together the most remarkable suit of clothes, as you've already said.
The size of ours at once determined the sleeves of velvet, the cape is ermine, the holes are blue, and the doublet is a lovely shade of green. Oh, yes, green. How did we think it was red?
And the king issued a proclamation. As follows. The suit of clothes is all together, but all together it's all together
the most remarkable suit of clothes a tailor ever made.
I quickly put it all together with gloves of leather and hat and feather,
it's all together the thing to wear in Saturday's parade.
Saturday's parade.
Leading the royal brigade. And Saturday came. And by that time everyone had heard about the king's new magic suit of clothes, and the king's new magic suit of clothes,
and everyone was very anxious to see his majesty marching in his new suit. The people lined the streets as the artillery came by.
Cavalry came by. And the pipe and drum corps. And then the royal guard.
And finally, the king. The king! And everybody shouted and cheered.
For nobody wanted to appear a fool. Nobody, that is, except one little boy, who for some reason hadn't heard about the magic suit of clothes.
And didn't know what he was supposed to see. He took one look and exclaimed, Look at the king! Look at the king! Look at the king! The king! The king!
The king is in the altogether, but altogether, the altogether he's altogether as naked as the day that he was born.
Call the court tradition! All in intervention!
His majesty is wide open to ridicule and scorn.
The king is in the altogether, but altogether the altogether he's altogether as naked as the day that he was born.
All in intervention!
And it's all together too chilly a moment.
All together, all together, too chilly a moment.
Nellie was a city gal, more than nine-tenths pure, till a country guy came riding by on a ten-cent trolley tour.
His eyes were mean, his heart was black, and this interurban tramp beguiled poor Nell and took her back to his nearby nudist tent.
His cohorts looked her over in a picturesque ravine,
from orchestra and balcony to second mezzanine, and then and there elected her to be their nudist queen.
Oh, she's so sweet when she appears, the corn's all eyes instead, the taxi drivers strip their gears for Nellie, the nudist queen. Her point of view is rather quaint, she holds her subjects in restraint.
Though love is blind, the neighbors ain't, says Nellie, the nudist queen. Among the trees with birds and bees, she flutters and she flitters. She rambles and she gambles and she toddles and she titters.
When Nell goes by, all nature thrills. Mountaineers desert there still. There's more than gold in them bar hills, says Nellie, the nudist queen.
And now her overhead expense, to say the least, is very small. She never needs a tailor, there's no laundry bill at all. And her meals are always splendid in her out-of-doors menage.
A dinner for a dollar, and of course no cover charge. When you see a nudist wedding, as we did the other day, you can watch the groom's expression when they give the bride away.
You can tell by her reaction if the model's old or new. You can always tell the best man had a nudist wedding too. Now, some creditors came falling at her clearing in the hills,
and asked to see a statement that would justify her bill. When they viewed her liabilities, the atmosphere was tense. But when she showed her assets, boy, her assets were immense.
So we're going back to nature to go native minus foes, with a great big can of aspirin and menthol for our nose. Though only God can make a tree, as famous poets tell,
it seems as if he can make a tree, we ought to make our Nell. A blind man came the other day, threw his pencils right away, took off his pecs and said, I'll say to Nellie, the nudist queen.
A boy of five came out to chat, she gave his cheeks a playful pat. The kid cried, Mama, buy me that Nellie, the nudist queen. Like ancient Greeks, the human freaks about the fields go naked.
There's good, clean fun out in the sun, that is, if you can take it. Oh, she's a woodland nymph at play, front and rear.
She's decollete, she's got plants with a capital K.
Nellie, the nudist queen.
Hello, everyone, this is your Action News reporter with all the news that is news across the nation
on the scene at the supermarket. There seems to have been some disturbance here. Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened? Yeah, I did. I was standing over there by the tomatoes, and here he comes,
running through the pole beans, through the fruits and vegetables, naked as a jaybird. And I hollered over death, and I said, Don't look, Ethel!
And it's too late, she'd already been incensed.
Here he comes. Boogie-dad, boogie-dad. There he goes.
Boogie-dad, boogie-dad.
And he ain't wearing no clothes. Oh, yes, they call him the street. Boogie-dad, boogie-dad. Fastest thing on two feet. Boogie-dad, boogie-dad. He's just as proud as he can be.
Listen to me, he's gonna give us a peek. Oh, yes, they call him the street. Boogie-dad, boogie-dad. He likes to show off his physique.
Boogie-dad, boogie-dad. If there's an audience to be found, he'll be streaking it round, inviting public critique. This is your ex-news reporter once again, and we're here at the gas station.
Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened? Yeah, I did. I was just in here getting my cars checked, and he disappeared out of the track. He comes streaking around the grease right there. Didn't have nothing on but a smock.
I looked in there and Ethel was getting her coat right. I hollered, don't lock Ethel! And it was too late. She'd already been mooned.
Flashed her right there in front of the shop, I'm sorry.
He ain't rude. Boogie-dad, boogie-dad. He ain't loose.
Boogie-dad, boogie-dad.
He's just in the mood to ride in the new. Oh, yes, they call him the street. Boogie-dad, boogie-dad. He likes to turn the other cheek. Boogie-dad, boogie-dad. He's always making the news.
Wearing just his tennis shoes. Guess you could call him unique. Once again, your Action News reporter in the booth at the gym covering the disturbance at the basketball playoff. Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened?
Yeah, I did.
Half the time I was just going down there to get Ethel a snow cone. Here he come, right out of the cheap seats.
Dribbling. Right down the middle of the court.
Didn't have on nothing but a T-hatch.
Made a hook shot and got out the court. Went through the concession stand. I hollered up at Ethel.
I said, don't look, Ethel.
It was too late.
She'd already got him free shot.
Rams fan. Rough dirt from the home team. Here he comes again. Who's that with him?
Ethel. Is that you, Ethel? He's just as proud as he can be. What do you think you're doing? He's just an enemy. He gonna give us safety. You get your cone down. Oh, yes, they call him the street. Boogie-dad, boogie-dad.
Ethel, where you going? He likes to show off his disease. Ethel, you shame that custody.
Say it isn't so, Ethel.
Okay, the birthday suit suite. Four numbers. We began with a song from a Cole Porter show. I think the song was actually cut from the show, called Sweet Nudity.
We heard it sung by Virginia McKenna, Derek Waring, and the Stephen Hill Singers. And then we had Frank Lesser himself. Frank Lesser.
What a great speaking voice he had, doing the King's New Clothes, which he wrote for the film, hence Christian Anderson.
After that, from an album called Silly Songs, which is certainly an apt title, Nellie the Nudist Queen, by a team called Ross and Sargent.
And finally, the Ray Stevens classic, The Streak. You know, if you weren't around in the 70s, you might not realize what a fad that was, streaking.
I did a concert up in Canada around then, in Edmonton, and the concert hall was part of the university campus, but it was very much by itself. There were big parking lots around it.
There weren't any other buildings anywhere nearby. And it must have been about 10 degrees outside. And people told me that as the audience left the auditorium after my concert, somebody
ran across there naked as a jaybird, and he must have had to have gone a long way, giving it his all. Now, we've got a little time here, so I thought, you know, it's sort of inherent that the subject
of a show like this is going to be vocal numbers. But I thought, if we've got time, why don't we go out with an instrumental piece that has a tangential relationship to hats?
This is the overture to an opera called Il Cappello di Paglia di Firenze, The Florentine Straw Hat. And the opera is by Nina Rota, who wrote the music for all of Fellini's movies.
Here's the overture.
Well, folks, the time has come. We're hearing Nina Rota conducting the Orchestra Sinfonica di Roma in the overture to his opera, The Florentine Straw Hat.
And that's sickly mix for this week. Hats and nudity. I'm telling you, this is the most educational program to come along in a long time. Our program is made possible with funds provided by the Corporation for Public Health and the
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Just refer to the program number. This is program number 136. Thank you. And this is Peter Schickely saying goodbye and reminding you that it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that certain je ne sais quoi.
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