American Radio Company of the Air; 1991-02-23; Part 2

And then and the clearing, I saw a man, he had a gun, his back was to me, he was putting a coin into a vending machine. He got a big piece of paper out of the machine and he unfolded it and he was studying it as I approached him from behind. And and when I came up close and I he turned around and he was I picked up the paper off the ground as he ran off. It was a map of Texas. And slowly, it all started to come back to me, English school geography, phys ed, naked. Naked, I looked down and I remember that that was bad, and I covered myself with Texas. And I started my long journey, I walked for months feeding on rats, chipmunks, I started to come into civilization.

People noticed me, of course, whenever I met somebody, I'd point down it myself, which is Wolf talk. That means I'm happy to meet you. And they look at me and say, it's that way. I just keep heading south. Big state. You can't miss it. So I kept going, kept moving. Wolves are migratory. And as I walked slowly, the weather got warmer. And eventually I wound up in Dallas and here I am. And that's the end of my story. That's not the end of your story. Handsome. Well, you're right, Doreen. I wandered around Dallas for weeks, half naked, wandering among immense glass buildings, trying to relearn English, exit yield and merge. That was in North Dallas. And then I went to East Dallas. I learned the word beer and the word friend. He said, friend, friend,

good friend. He. Chili. Good napkins, OK? No napkin here. Good. You know the word woman well, man and woman. Oh, close woman. Woman That's me. Woman I'm good. That's a really good. She was right, that really was good. Woman, It was so good, but it wasn't easy in Wolf culture, we do a certain amount of playful biting, hey, I'll come out and we always greet each other by sniffing each other. And a lot of a lot of people aren't used

to that. And and in Wolf culture, we always mark our territory by. But we don't, do we? I think about doing that there, Mr. Dog. You even think about it. But but love is love in any language, affection and tenderness and warmth. Every creature recognizes love and needs love and needs to give love. And somehow Doreen was able to see that in me, even though I was so different. These toenails of yours. Let me give them their scratch on me at night here. And I hate to mention this because I know how sensitive you are, but you've got to use a mouthwash and you have to bathe every day. Here, here's a soap, here's a shower. You turn these knobs for the water. Yeah. Oh, here's the one. So we got married because I loved it with all my heart and I still do. We live right here in Dallas. I work for her dad. He owns a brokerage firm.

So I became a stockbroker. I must say my years in the woods really trained me for. We've got kids now and we're bringing them up to be bilingual. Listen, if you're hungry, just eat, kid. That's all there is to it. And last Christmas, we took him up to Wisconsin to meet their grandpa, Tim. He hasn't changed a bit. Dad? Yeah. Oh, hi, Lyle, where you been? Haven't seen you for about 20 years. Has it been that long? You know those vending machines in the woods with the map of Texas? And then I tell you, it didn't make much sense to me at the time, but it changed my life, Dad. So thanks. The Lonesome Radio Theater has presented the story of Lyle the Wild Man written by Muriel Brubaker and brought to you by guys. You guys shoot straight up here walking them. Maybe they'll. Well, I mentioned it on the show last week, so I guess I have to say something about

it now. I was up for a Grammy this week and I and I didn't did not win it. I think what made it worse was that I found out afterward that I was up for two Grammys and I didn't win either one of I lost. But I'm OK. I don't mind because being nominated is the real honor, John. That's that's really the thing. And. Insincere applause for an insincere statement. No, really, I'm deeply embittered and and and very angry, and I would like to insincerely congratulate the man who beat me out for one of those Grammys, Mr. Peter Schickele, who is going to be on our show in May. I'll see you then, Peter. Now, they just don't have a category that's big enough for me, just a guy who can sing as well as I do.

I just can't find a place in the spectrum of music to give us an award. This is a song that somebody requested or I wish somebody had requested. But the songs the people request are the songs I don't want to do. And this is one that I did with you, Mr. Johnny Gamble, here on his mandolin. When. Over here. Just a boy and his daughter, we were both full of fun. We grew up together. When I would have drowned your. Jack was right prior to the rescue.

You can. Well, the years long and old he grew, his eyesight was fast growing to. Till one day the doctor looked at me and said. With the hand that was traveling, I picked up the gun I aimed at chap's faithful. But I just couldn't do it. I wanted. I wish that they'd shoot me. Well, I went to this. And I stroked the best of.

Well, shtupping. And he looked up at me just as much. We party, but you understand now Shep is gone or the good dog is good. But if dogs never have. I know all, Shubha. As to Johnny Gamble there on the fiddle, you don't call it red

for the road. Let's close off this first portion of our show, just a tune that people can dance to. Yes, they can. If they will, they can. If they will. And perhaps they should. That's our last tune here before animation. Bring out Mr. Andy Stein out of the orchestra. Do a little double fiddle tune here with Johnny Gimble. Closure for. Right or wrong, I'll always love you, though, you're gone. I can't forget that right or wrong.

Keep on dreaming, still awake with that same old regret. Oh, man, do I lose you. Still, I pray that would be true in your heart. Please just remember, right or wrong, I'm still in love with you. Swinger's. Are you still afraid that you'd be true?

Oh, Lord, in your heart, please just remember, right or wrong, I'm still in love with you. Full of. John Gambling, and this time they'll be back on the second half of our live broadcast. The Dixie Chicks are with us. The Broadway local theater company. We're going to pause now for just a few minutes to give our friends here at the Bronco Bowl a chance to get up, make reservations for a line next door, got a chili dog, bottle of beer, and come back for the second half, including the news from Lake Wobegon. And more good music. You're listening to the American radio company coming to you live from Dallas, Texas. This program is made possible by the American Booksellers Association, whose members remind you that reading is an active sport that stretches and

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we want to send our best wishes to Jim and Diane in New York. So as they go down to Columbia to pick up a new baby girl, good luck to you. Happy 14th birthday to Michael Wiley, who is here today. Michael, happy fiftieth wedding anniversary to mom and dad in Syracuse, from Susan here in Dallas and to Boots and Julie and Seymour, Indiana. Thanks for having six children. One you only wanted for your daughter, Junior. Here's a note to Linda from Greg. Will you marry me? I want to put it to a vote, so I hear emotion, I hear emotion, do I hear a second? Second? OK, we need to hear the second in a female voice here to Leslie in Dayton. We received your estimate of the wedding two weeks ago. We haven't yet responded for fear. We'd encourage you say, Don and Marie-Claude to Kathleen and Randy

on the eve of their second wedding anniversary from your brother Phil, who is not going to send you a present. And happy birthday to Auntie Alma in Fond du Lac Love from Diane Rich and Sue to Leon Carol in Arlington. Give the boys a kiss. Thanks for letting us have our night. Out to Greg from Linda. Yes. That was quick and happy. Thirty fifth birthday to my husband, Mark, I love you more now than when I married you nine years ago. To Mike Knap. If you hear this, please know that back Fala is trying to reach you. Remember Ohio State in 1977. Hello to Mom. Bet you never thought I'd be famous. Love from Tammy. Greetings from Fran and Jennifer. Good luck to Coach Fazio's girls basketball team as they go into the playoff tomorrow. Happy birthday, Mom. Rob and Lori Marino from a Swiss tour guide often.

Hello to Hugo, Hugo, Hugo, Hugo, Pooja and granddad in Fairbanks Ranch. And good luck to Ann and Claire on their way back to Ireland. Yes, at my door. The leaves are for. Luco. Sweethearts walk by together. I miss that and we

will. Back to Laura, who's moving away next week, I hate to see you go, I'll miss you before you leave. Please clean your melted raisin outside of my glove compartment. I love you, says Ted. Happy birthday to western Wisconsin. Love from Stephanie. Happy sixty first anniversary, mom and dad from your son Tom. And a happy birthday to Stacy in North Dakota from her sister Lisa in Mississippi. Keep playing, boys. Hello to Roy, Sudan and Claire, Craig and Christine. We're moving in two weeks. Let's get together real soon. So Catherine and Cole. Many birthdays and anniversaries and here's get well wishes to marry from Mike and Britney, we sold your ticket. Feel sorry for you, lady. That's always somewhere

in the. When all of those they never got. And a happy 25th anniversary to W's and Mary Lou Chyme as well. We came down to Texas for all sorts of reasons, and one is that it seemed like the best place to play some of this beautiful music that you may remember without remembering exactly where you heard it.

That's music from a movie called Rio Bravo, which was set in Texas, like so many great Westerns, giant Red River and the Alamo Duel in the Sun, classic American cowboy picture. All of them with music written by a Ukrainian immigrant named Dimitri Tiomkin. Born in 1894 on the steps of the Ukraine, studied at the St. Petersburg Conservatory alongside Vladimir Horowitz. After the Russian Revolution, he went to Paris, where he performed the premiere in Paris of Gershwin's Piano Concerto in Major. Found his way to New York City, where he wrote ballet music for his wife, who was a

choreographer, Albertina Raasch. And when the stock market crashed in 1929. They both headed west to Hollywood. Whereas Tiomkin said later, I started out by writing music for many stinky little pictures. But then he discovered the American west. In which there were great wide open spaces and great skies above Russian music, he wrote for the American West. This is the song he wrote for High Note. Do not forsake me, oh, my darling. And this, our wedding day. Do not forsake me, oh, my darling,

we. We've weighed along. I do not know what Fairway's means. I only know I must be brave. They must face a man who hates me. All I know, Krüger. A craven coward or a liar, cowardly lion. I'm not sure that Dimitri Tiomkin even ever thought that, Richard. But he was known for the music that he wrote about this great big sweeping scores like the one for Duel in the Sun and this music from Rio Bravo. Music by Dimitri Tiomkin from a Howard Hawks movie wrote music for other Howard

Hawks movies like Red River and The Big Sky. How did he do it? He came from the Ukraine and he really wrote Ukrainian music. But music that when you put it on a screen alongside with pictures of Texas, we always think of and connection with the West. This is a song from the movie about the Alamo, written after Tiomkin had been in this country for 30 years. And yet it's filled with a love of roundup time in old Kiev. I believe you can hear it. I have a time to reap and a time to be sold when the green leaves of summer are called. All in my home, it was good.

To be young and in the season of plenty, when the catfish were jumping as high as. Was this guy, but. I'm just for planning a time. I'm just very proud and a time to be caught and. Love your to also got to be young then to be close to the. And stand by your wife at the moment of. He also wrote this.

This little tune right here. He wrote that. Towards the end of his career, Dimitri Tiomkin said that putting music to film was like putting Harring together with sugar. He said, I'm like a doctor all the time performing appendicitis. You want the patient to live, but it's down. The composer is the Shlemiel who's coming when the operation is over. But he published an autobiography called Please Don't Hate Me.

He seemed to enjoy his work. He won four Oscars and when he accepted it in 1954, an Oscar for the High and the Mighty, he thanked his collaborators Bach, Beethoven, Brahms and W.C. Dimitri Tiomkin, who wrote great music about taxes, though he grew up on the windswept plains of the Ukraine. And here's a last tune by him, this great old Texas anthem written by a man from the Ukraine. Austin and Houston, and now no more El Paso, Crystal City, Waco, just like a sleeping giant game. The song in one hand, the Rio Grande in near the Galveston. To buzzards, we love all

this is Texas, the Lone Star State of Texas. Musical Demitry Pumpkin. Say hello to Cindy in McLean, Virginia, from Michael, come home soon. Got a cold I hate to suffer alone.

Pat and David in Raleigh will pick up your Amaryllis kit on the way home from the show to Annette in Dallas from her son, David. Congratulations on your retirement on Friday and to grandma and grandfather, Henderson and Fort Worth love from James, who is nine years old and who has very good handwriting, if that is his happy. Ninety sixth birthday to Grandma Masaryk in Nebraska. You get out the Scrabble board, we're bringing the beer love from Terry and Joy. She must be some grandma. Hello to Brittney from Nana and Grand and ABAB and Chicago from Mike and Julie in Dallas. The banks have all failed. Please come home. Happy birthday from your seeing eye friends, Cara, Zelda, Selt, Keltic, Jesse, all of them good dogs and hello to spend Loess and last in Eugene, Oregon, we miss you, say Lisa and Magnus and send one to my Notre Dame, send love to my Notre

Dame professor. Don't let cobwebs grow until I get back there, Anna. All right. Coming up a little later after tonight's program on many of these public radio stations, be sure and tune in for another episode of Donna Bloom, therapist of the Old West Evening. Rusty. Just lie back on that blanket roll. Oh, thanks, doc. So last time we talked about your feelings of loneliness and your need to control, I keep worrying about stampedes. I'm always watching them. Doggies always got to be on the lookout. Ever heard of a caretaker personality? Is that like a ranch hand? I don't know. What do you think? Well, I do feel responsible for them cattle. Maybe I do tend to manipulate them and my dog blue tick. And how do you end up feeling? Tired. Lonely. Uh huh, yeah.

I get awful lonely. The sky seems so big sometimes and it's like nobody's I mean, in the cattle. Well, what about ticks? Well, we've talked before about your feelings of competition with dirty, worthless snake beyblade. No good rat. I wouldn't let them lick the soles of my boots lips. I'd just come in through a big yard. I hear a lot of anger. And now he's always the boss and me around. He is the foreman. Yeah, but the way he acts like, I don't know nothing. Do you ever express your anger with. Oh, no, ma'am, I didn't think so. You avoid conflict and direct all your anger towards yourself where it's safely converted to depression. Oh, I never thought of it that way. Maybe you ought to let out your hostility into the open. Hmm. But Tex is the only other human in fifty miles. If he gets mad at me, who would I what would I talk to it. What if it hurt me. Well, well we may raise some very interesting issues today and time's up.

We'll take up where we left off when I come back in the fall. Oh, boy. Well which way to the Circle K. Raspal That way there Dr. Bloom. So long up. So Dusty's in therapy, too. Yes, Dusty's in therapy too. I guess that's coming up next on many of these radio stations. Donna Bloom, therapist of the Old West. Oh, we're going to bring out this wonderful, wonderful quartet here to do more songs for. Hey, Robin, you guys all used to have just regular jobs, hey, you did normal things in life before you. Yes, I got into this line of work. Yes, I used to be a schoolteacher and Laura was a stockbroker. Yeah. And these two young kids, we've been watching them for a while. Yeah. Yeah. So you're bringing them up or watching over them. You're keeping your eye on them.

Good. So when was the last time you taught school? Uh, about nine months ago, I say. All right, good luck with it. How's it going for you? It's going great. Well, I should think so. You sound so good. Thank you. Next time we come through, we won't be able to afford you. So. So we want to have, you know, a couple more songs here. The Dixie Chicks. Thank you. Now, he was born from the dust of the Western Plains. Means of telling a story like the. Now, there's a little bit earlier in the week, a little bit of.

A lot of us don't wear the cowboy boots because the man will remember us go into a. As long as there is a prayer, the heavenly days five. So central to the two step that cowboys do to see my view in many countries, such as the cleaner energy bills or maybe the.

As long as there's a five. It's a long, thin. But in his mouth and more.

Listen, long enough to you might never be.

Thank you, Dixie Chicks. Don't go too far, you got to come back and do one more. Started back in the. Well, it's been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon, my hometown. Very quiet up there has been cold, you know, it's always quiet in the cold. Especially in the months of months of February. This is the month that people get such a fierce case of cabin fever back where I'm from, I'm not sure you know what that is down here, the feeling of a kind of hysterical restlessness, this deep sense of dissatisfaction that comes over a person when you're

when you're cooped up and in cold weather, cabin fever. I'm not sure you have anything corresponding down here. It's the impulse that drives a lot of northern people to come south. Of course, at this time of year, we don't seem to notice that there's. Anything that runs in the opposite direction, some kind of lust for ice, you know? Or anything, which is why, I guess as time goes on, the American population is is gradually settling in the bottom of the country here. Those of us who live up north say, of course, about this southern migration, that it raises the average intelligence in both places. But of course, we would say that. Humor belongs to the losers. It's been cold up there this last Tuesday night.

It was cold, we think this was the cold. There was an immense sandstone ornament that fell down off the cornice on the on the central building in Lake Wobegon, right on the main street, weighed about 100 pounds. A big, big piece of sandstone fell down in the middle of the night. Could have killed somebody. But of course, nobody ever walks around in Lake Wobegon in the middle of the night, so so lives were spared one more case where where being boring can save your life. But a crash down on the sidewalk, this was a sandstone bust of a naked woman that I've admired for years since I was a child, it was so high up you couldn't really make out the details. It was way above the third floor. It was a goddess, a naked goddess, the goddess Cerys, I think the goddess of fertility, holding a sheaf of wheat in one hand and a sheaf of some other small grain in the other hand.

She Crashdown, I always used to think that was. One of the best things about my town that a naked woman, high overhead was sort of a symbol of the goodness of life. It was proof to me that the 19th century was more interesting in every way than our own. Well, here was our first chance to look at it up close. It broke into pieces, so it was also our last look at it. She she lay there, fallen on the sidewalk and fallen in pieces, her handsome. Face and her blank eyes looking up at the cloudy February sky. Her beautiful shoulders. And her naked breasts split there in two and lying by the parking meter and the hand holding the sheaf of wheat, little crowd gathered

on Wednesday morning to look at her where she lay on the sidewalk, the usual men, you know, and parkas who stand around with their hands in their pockets and say the obvious, you know. The usual old guys in town, if you dug a hole in the street, there'd be a bunch of guys stand around and look down on it and say, yeah, that's dirt down there and that's dirt there. And if you shoveled out a bunch of that way, there'd be more dirt underneath that dirt there. That's dirt. They're dirt and rocks, mainly dirt, some rocks. These guys were standing around looking at her and saying he used her.