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  • Jerry Jeff Walker a country singer died recently, he wrote the lyrics to this song but Sammy Davis Jr. owned it


  • Awesome voice and great stage presence. Piece de Prophet would appreciate.


  • African queen! Electrifying! Mesmerizing!

    Reminds me of another South African I saw at our Jazz Festival twenty years ago. Can’t remember her name and it really annoys me.

    Thanks, Hants.

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  • I should learn Dutch.lol


  • In my lane.


  • Filed under you learn something new
    It was a warm and cloudless Saturday afternoon. Officer Howard, 31 years old and on the job three years, was driving a patrol car with a rookie he’d just met that day, Officer Philip Romano. A call came over the radio: There was a disturbance at Blumstein’s department store in Harlem.

    They arrived to find chaos on the second floor. At its center, in a dark suit and tie and sitting still as stone in a chair, was the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., then 29. There was a letter opener jutting out of his chest. He had been signing copies of his book “Stride Toward Freedom,” about the Montgomery bus boycott, when a young woman approached and stabbed him.
    An advertising executive for The Amsterdam News, a prominent Black newspaper, grabbed the woman and restrained her until a security officer took over. Stunned local leaders and politicians looked on as another woman, fearing for Dr. King’s life, reached to pull the blade out. “She was hysterical,” Officer Romano said later. The officers, knowing that the blade might have been saving Dr. King from bleeding to death, stopped her in time.

    Dr. King was taken to Harlem Hospital, where a team of doctors worked to pull the blade from his chest. Outside the operating room, 40 people offered to give blood. A doctor told reporters that the blade “impinged on the aorta, a blood vessel near the heart,” and that a puncture would have caused “instant death.”

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  • Elsewhere in the article for those unable to access it…
    Dr. King’s career and stature soared over the decade that followed that afternoon at Blumstein’s. During a speech in Memphis in 1968, he would reflect on that day.

    “You know, several years ago I was in New York City, autographing the first book that I had written. And while sitting there autographing books, a demented Black woman came up,” he said. “The next minute I felt something beating on my chest. Before I knew it I had been stabbed by this demented woman.”
    He continued: “The X-rays revealed that the tip of the blade was on the edge of my aorta, the main artery. And once that’s punctured, you’re drowned in your own blood, that’s the end of you.

    “It came out in The New York Times the next morning that if I had merely sneezed, I would have died.” He repeated the phrase over and over, “If I had sneezed,” while naming the Civil Rights milestones he had accomplished since then — the lunch-counter sit-ins, the march on Selma, the “I Have a Dream” speech — and then concluded, “I’m so happy that I didn’t sneeze.”

    The following day, Dr. King was shot dead


  • G G continues to sing sweetly.


  • Watch the “we gathein” and the cynic in me was impressed despite the politicians getting their two cents in. Kudos to the organisers who put together a good show in getting Bajans from all over the world to participate and to the hosts and the entertainers including the Police Band – a very good show.



  • @Sargeant

    Agree it was a good show Created a good feeling as a Bajan.


  • Police Band was outstanding. First time hearing them in years.


  • Hope Babados liason officers in Toronto representing.


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