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Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Peter T. Date: 25 Jan 00 - 12:03 PM (Cassius sizes up house, er, patrons. Sits down in chair, heaves sigh faintly reminiscent of Mercutio dying). Ah, my friends, heavy is the head. (head begins to nod). We have been travelling many days through the rooky wood to this pleasant seat. There is no bottom to it, so he sells bottoms. Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleeve -- (looks at unravelling sleeve on his coat) ravelled? Unravelled? Ravelled? (mesmerized by his own coat edge) The thread's the thing...!!!"(falls asleep like Demetrius and Helena in the enchanted wood). |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Metchosin Date: 25 Jan 00 - 12:23 PM Bravo to you too Peter T. |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Amos Date: 25 Jan 00 - 12:28 PM I second that! Never saw an orator could flog the dithyrambs like Peter T.!! Amazing one and all, the voices that have echoed in this tumbledown and godforesaken place this night. |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 25 Jan 00 - 12:32 PM We-eel now, I knowed a Bottom once, "a real ciuco" as my grandpop used te say. Now what kinder folk in there richt mind don't love Mr.Shakespeare? I think it's O monstrous O strange, een fact. Oioioioioioioioioio! --Matthew |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Amos Date: 25 Jan 00 - 12:39 PM How d'ye pronounce thet last word, Sir Mbo? 'Tis passing strange, the very characters do drift before my eyes, and hell's impassioned choirs cloud my mind to close off all reason from the reading of it! Izzat kinda like E-I-E-I-O?? A. |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 25 Jan 00 - 12:50 PM The answer is this, Friend Amos: "Yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo!" It's Italian--but Mr. Shakespeare sho 'nuff seemed te like it a whole lot! Folks used both as a vocable and also they used te holler at ther dawgs when they went huntin'. Kinder like to cheer 'em on. --Matthew |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: MMario Date: 25 Jan 00 - 01:01 PM Matthew m'bo; y'mean when we's herding the cattle and shouts out at them, we talkin' EYE-talian? like them oh-pera people an'all? Don that beat all! My grampa he spoke eye-talian but none of the resta the family has since then. |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 25 Jan 00 - 01:09 PM Ye sure are speakin' Italian--comes from ever erlier Latin, too. The sho' nuff say it a lot in Carmina Burana! Mister Mario, my grandpa & grandma (Lord rest ther souls) both talked Italian--their mas and pas came over from the old country to Philly 'round the turn o' the century. Nunna the younger generations spake it though--too bad. All we got is some old Italian sayins and words--like "cuicco." Durn--I went'n spelled it wrong up thar! --Matthew (Matteo Eduardo Riccardo) |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Lonesome EJ Date: 25 Jan 00 - 01:30 PM Now, ssshhh all, for the great man has fell asleep. Lamphear, do ye grab a holt of his feet whilst I lift under his shoulders like so...like SO.. er, the gentleman's personage is a bit weightier than I guessed. Mario, if ye would grab holt under his right arm there the we will trundle him back to Mr Spiegel's own four-poster. Gentle with him, now. What a honor it was to have him disporting Shakespeare like he done here in our store. Throw that grizzly bear rug over him, so's he stays toasty. |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Lola Date: 25 Jan 00 - 04:37 PM Well, Mister de Morney, you do talk real pretty, but these other gentlemen have done me the honors with food and drink (thank you kindly, dear sirs). Now, I've been given to understand that this establishment is well-known for its fine music, but I haven't heard much since I've arrived. Can any of you fine men give us a song? Or play for me, whilst I give a rendition of "A Bird in a Gilded Cage"? |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: MMario Date: 25 Jan 00 - 04:44 PM Never you fear Miz Lola! I'll git ya out of that there cage! *shakes head, puzzled* (I don't see no cage, does any of you? I'm afeared Miz Lola is a bit teched...must be the journey. Them delicate wominfolk don't travel too well) How about a rendition of "Blue Bleedin' Blind Drunk"? |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 25 Jan 00 - 04:47 PM Alright folks, the link to Hearme is here. Hope to see you soon! Now what about a time...is 8:30 (EST) good? --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Lola Date: 25 Jan 00 - 04:49 PM Well, sir, I'm willing to hear anything... once. But would you please stop drooling on my shoes??? |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 25 Jan 00 - 04:50 PM OOPS! The above message was supposed to go in another thread. I must be going stunod! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: katlaughing Date: 25 Jan 00 - 04:59 PM Who's talkin' about me cat on ma' head?? This'n's too big for setting anywheres on me, doncha know?! Ah, well, guid souls, I'll never live thet one down! Throw me a biscuit or two and I am goin' out to the teepee, come wiht me or no. This night's been a long'un and a lady needs her reast, yer know? Sides that I've got to git back to my People soon's the storm lifts; they's waitin' for the flour and sich like I'm bringin. No, I'll be fine, wiht them dawgs and my feline Lucky Charm, I'd sweat to death afore I'd freeze getting back no matter how much the devil blows through the snow. Got ta git me some rst...'sfine time last night, ya'll. Thank yew and see you when i gits up. Any o'you gals wanna bunk out there wiht the dawgs, you jist slip in quick and quiet & they won't take yer heads off. I'll hol down m'kitty kat. As she walks out, she shakes her head, thinking, "Damn fools...they went an dumped that booklarnin' gent in there on the fourposter, right on top of that Mrs. Eye D. Clare! Guess they didn't see her in there with all them eiderdowns over her. Should be real interestin' when them two's wake up." She shuts the door, chuckling and rubbing behind the mountain lion's ears. |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 25 Jan 00 - 05:00 PM Weee-eel, Ma'am, woodja like to hear "Flow My Tears." It's by a guy named John Dowland--ever heerd o' him? Songs a bit old, but lots of fun--'scuse me while I clear my weezand--I'm a baritone--not a tenor! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: MMario Date: 25 Jan 00 - 05:05 PM *evil grin* need to hit a high note there, matthew? It can be arranged! jess lemmee go grap a chunk a that fahrwood... (ps - you got a midi and lyrics on that?)
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 25 Jan 00 - 05:08 PM I sure do wonder what 'zactly Mr. de Mornay is sleep perchancin' to dream about? I was readin' Mr.Dickens serial in the gazeteer...this Scrooge feller said "I can find nothing so helpful to the constitution as a night of uninterrupted sleep." Said that to a ghost, he did. Eemagine that! BTW I don't have to worry eeny about yer big kitty--I got one o' my own at home who's a really bad cat--but not to me though--she knows I won't let her chomp on me! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 25 Jan 00 - 05:50 PM Mister Mario, you can heer the MIDI rict here. It's at the bottom of the page. Click on MIDI to hear it--but close out the website window--or the Machaut piece will keep playing and you won't bee able to heer the MIDI. The words are: Flow my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled forever, let me mourn Where night's blackbird, her sad infamy sings There let me live forlorn. Down, vain lights, shine you no more! No nights are dark enough for those That in despair their lost fortunes deplore Light doth but shame disclose. Never may my woes be relieved, since pity is fled And tears, and sighs, and groans My weary days, my weary days Of all joys have deprived. From the highest spire of contentment, my fortune is thrown And fear, and grief, and pain, For my deserts, for my deserts Are my hopes, since hope is gone. Hark! You shadows that in darkness dwell, Learn to condemn light. Happy, happy they that in hell feel Not the the world's despite. --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Lola Date: 25 Jan 00 - 06:06 PM Oh, Mister Mbo!!! That was too, too sad and bee-youtiful for words! I must thank you for that song! C'mon over hear, darling, so's I can thank you proper! |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 25 Jan 00 - 06:49 PM Yer mighty welcome, Ma'am! I'm a-comin'! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Mikal Date: 25 Jan 00 - 06:53 PM Fine tune, I do believe. And I am like to hear no finer! More port, good friends? I have several more bottles before I am done. "She was in a flowry' garden when first she caught my eye, And I was a passing soldier, she smiled as I passed by. The flowers she held were fresh and fair, and her lips were full and red. And as I passed that shady bower, these were the words she said; Last night we spoke of love, and now we're forced to part, Y' leave to the sound of a marching drum, and the beat of a lover's heart." There was a fair maid I knew in the homeland. Dark of hair and eye, but pure honey in her soul. By all the powers, I wish I could see her now! Sergeant! Are you a sportin' man? I've a few bits of cards about me, and a sure hand at the pasteboards is a lonely thing in these parts. (Michael MacLeod produces a well worn deck, and begins to shuffle.) Mikal |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Caitrin Date: 25 Jan 00 - 08:05 PM I wouldn't mind a hand of poker, Mr. McLeod, if ya don't mind my joinin' in. How do ya feel about five card draw? |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 25 Jan 00 - 08:10 PM Hey now folks, jest a reminder, I'm hosting a Robert Burns singalong at Hearme at 8:30. The link to Hearme is in the thread "Burns Night on Hearme Tonight" if'n ye want to hear some richt guid Scots music! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 25 Jan 00 - 08:49 PM A lovely song that Speed Bonny Boat, brings good memories and many a tear to my eye's How much is that haggis? I'll have a bit and a bucket O'fish for Miss Emma's polar bear here..Oh dont worry he's friendly and just hungover..She lost her jug of best French brandy to this one and he wandered off. Guy and my other friends are escorting the latest batch of beanie bears back to the ship. I thought I would send this one on the next one.. Ahh a good ale and some Scottish wedding cake (porridge) just the thing, I'll sit tight and listen in, hey Mbo give us the "black bear" on yer bagpipes, and you can have this silver shilling the king gave me....... |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Susan A-R Date: 25 Jan 00 - 11:20 PM I believe I will set a bit (after I give that nice bear some fish. I do like a nice polar bear. I fancy myself related to the species and my husband quite agrees) I have made so many biscuits and pies over the past few days that I am ready to rest and have a bit of that lovely port. It bein the 25th of January, would anyone join me in singin' Aye Fond Kiss, It Was A For Our Rightfu King, or My Love is Like a Red Red Rose, or if those are too sedate, we could do Nine Inch Will Please a Lady. Such a lovely melody. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: MY LOVE IS LIKE A RED RED ROSE (R Burns) From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 26 Jan 00 - 07:30 AM O, my luve is like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June. O, my love is like a melodie, that's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And fare the weel, my only luve! Ahhh Susan what a song, even the bear is crying..... Robbie Burns you wrote a fine one there laddie..A toast to yer talent mate....LEJ a glass of yer best fer all hands in the house, here's a sovereign to cover the bill... |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 26 Jan 00 - 08:39 AM Ahhh...Cap'n Dave--I love that there song. Always brings a tear to me e'e. *Sighhhhhh* --Matthew |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Amos Date: 26 Jan 00 - 09:05 AM Ya gotta wonder -- these folks here tucked into a lil bend in a Western river, far from civilization, dressed like street ragamuffini, talking like they drink muddy water an' sleep in hollow logs; an' yet they always got them sovereigns to throw around, like so many dern yuppies. Yew s'pose they got an ATM out by the outhouse? How come they so ready with shillings an' sovereigns an' other such kinds o' coorintsy? Lak tuh get me some of them sovereigns! A |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: MMario Date: 26 Jan 00 - 09:18 AM Amos - we allays got them sov-rains 'cuz we done drew on Berts Platinum Simmolion card. See, we just signs our names and Bert pays. Nice trick, eh? |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 26 Jan 00 - 10:22 AM Amos, them that asks no questions dinna get told lies, I'm the furthest thing from a yuppie you'll ever find in Mudcat. I captured Pirates, free'd slaves and smuggled French brandy fer years, Aye and Lady Emma is my daughter though she dont know it, born to a rich noblemans daughter married to a Duke. If I put a sovereign on the table fer me friends comfort, enjoy the food and drink, yer right welcome. Remember the old Irish saying "I realized fear one morning when the horn of the Fox hunter sounds, And it came to me that when everyone is chasing the poor bloody fox, Tis best to be dressed like the hounds" Dont let the clothes and rough manner fool ye, I'm in disguise. With a knowing wink to Amos, another round here please LEJ, and keep that good music playing this is a fine place ye have here. Good company and friends are hard to find in the wilds, but we are amongst friends, so lets have a dance tonight, and invite the ladies round..... |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: MMario Date: 26 Jan 00 - 10:31 AM DAVE'S BUYING!!!!!! |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Caitrin Date: 26 Jan 00 - 11:03 AM Well, this thread is gettin' a bit long. So, I'm taking us down to the Mudcat Speakeasy, with all the hooch and jazz that a bunch of crazed folkies can handle! |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: MMario Date: 26 Jan 00 - 11:08 AM Is Dave still buying? |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Amos Date: 26 Jan 00 - 01:49 PM Ah, Caitrin, lass, if its your curvely self is leading us forward about a century in one swell foop, I'm comin' too. I'd follow ye anywhere. Just a sec while I change personalities....OK, sweetheart, here's looking achoo! Ya got the time, I got the money! A little hootch and a lotta kootchie! (Well, it needs some practice -- the timewarp does funny things to the ID-swapper circuit). A |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 26 Jan 00 - 04:13 PM Dave is still buying if the ladies are dancing in the speak easy.....Beam me over to.....South Chicago??? I know it right well. |
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Spiegel's Trading Post and Tavern From: Mikal Date: 26 Jan 00 - 10:16 PM (He looks around the room one last time. There is a smile on his face that seems a bit broader than the last.) This one worked. I liked it. (He walks out of the door into the soft wet snow, looking for the trails they left. There, not threefeet away, a tired, worn door with a sliding peephole hangs between two trees. He approaces it slowly, taking in all the changes that walking to it brings. He knocks...) Max sent me. (The door opens, and his long black coat is now shorter, styled to the suit he wears. The drum still hangs by his side, now in a bag of leather, but the Blunderbuss is missing and a single action bulldog fourty four hangs in the holster under his arm. A dollar Havana is in his hand, looking for a light...) My momma done told me, when I was in knee pants.... (The door closes behind him, and he is gone.) Mikal |
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