Dave’s Gone By #743 (4/25/2020): LEWNY TUNES

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Here is the 743rd episode of the long-running radio show/podcast, Dave’s Gone By, which aired live on Facebook, Saturday, April 25, 2020. Info: davesgoneby.com.

Host: Dave Lefkowitz

Guests: musician Jeffrey Lewis, Dave’s wife Joyce

Featuring: Rabbi Sol Solomon interviews singer-songwriter Jeffrey Lewis and recites Shakespeare’s Sonnet #30; Inside Broadway; Greeley Crimes & Old Times; Colorado Limerick of the Damned (Cotopaxi); Wretched Pun of Destiny (eggs); Today Yesterday (April 25).

00:00:01 DAVE GOES IN w/ Joyce (buying oil, Sonnet-Thon
00:16:30 SKIT: Shakespeare’s Sonnet #30 w/ Rabbi Sol Solomon
00:22:00 DAVE GOES FURTHER IN (“working” during covid)
00:47:00 TODAY YESTERDAY (April 25)
01:14:00 GUEST: Rabbi Sol Solomon interviews Jeffrey Lewis
02:08:00 INSIDE BROADWAY
02:39:30 COLORADO LIMERICK OF THE DAMNED (Cotopaxi)
02:46:30 Friends of the Daverhood
02:58:00 GREELEY CRIMES & OLD TIMES
03:10:00 WRETCHED PUN OF DESTINY (eggs)
03:12:00 DAVE GOES OUT

April 25, 2020 Playlist: “Keeping Chill in the East Vill” (01:13:00) & “Bugs and Flowers” (02:03:00; Jeffrey Lewis). “Not a Day Goes By” (02:36:30; Bernadette Peters).

Jeffrey Lewis
Cotopaxi, CO
egg farm

Dave’s Gone By Skit (4/25/2020): RABBI SOL SOLOMON READS SHAKESPEARE’S SONNET #30

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Here is the Dave’s Gone By Skit, Rabbi Sol Solomon reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet #30, which aired on Dave’s Gone By April 25, 2020.

The event occurred April 23, 2020 as part of Irondale Ensemble’s virtual Sonnet Marathon to celebrate Shakespeare’s birthday.

Note: The other guy is Irondale co-founder Terry Greiss.

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For those playing along, here’s Sonnet #30:

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unus’d to flow,

For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,

And weep afresh love’s long-since-cancell’d woe,

And moan th’ expense of many a vanish’d sight;

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restor’d, and sorrows end.