tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post2547823937068364881..comments2024-01-26T21:38:25.924-08:00Comments on Duane's PoeTree: Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal writesDuanesPoeTreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053093400086634552noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post-6024819355916152392018-12-15T15:34:54.624-08:002018-12-15T15:34:54.624-08:00Thomas McCarthy, an executive with the Austin Nich...Thomas McCarthy, an executive with the Austin Nichols distillery wholesaler, took some warehouse samples of a bourbon produced by the Ripy family in Kenrucky on a wild turkey hunting trip in 1940. His friends enjoyed the trip and kept asking him for more of "that wild turkey bourbon," leading Austin Nichols to bottle the Wild Turkey brand in 1942. In 1971 the firm began distilling its own product when it bought what was then called the Boulevard Distillery and renamed it the Wild Turkey Distillery. The French firm Pernod Ricard acquired the distillery and brand in 1980, and sold them to the Davide Campari-Milano group in Italia in 2009.<br /><br />In 1967 Claude François, whose career largely depended on adapting American and British rock and roll hits for the French market, cowrote "Comme d'habitude" (As Usual) with Jacques Revaux. The Canadian rocker Paul Anka acquired adaptation, recording, and publishing rights for $1, though François and Revaux would retain their royalty rights. He then reworked it with completely different lyrics, intending it to be a song for Frank Sinatra, who released "My Way" in early 1969. It reached no. 27 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and no. 2 on Billboard's Easy Listening chart, and in the UK it got to the no. 5 spot but spent 75 weeks in the British Top 40, where it remains the song most frequently played at British funerals. <br /><br />And now, the end is near<br />And so I face the final curtain<br />My friend, I'll say it clear<br />I'll state my case, of which I'm certain<br /><br />I've lived a life that's full<br />I've traveled each and every highway<br />And more, much more than this<br />I did it my way<br /><br />Regrets, I've had a few<br />But then again, too few to mention<br />I did what I had to do<br />And saw it through without exemption<br /><br />I planned each charted course<br />Each careful step along the byway<br />And more, much more than this<br />I did it my way<br /><br />Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew<br />When I bit off more than I could chew<br />But through it all, when there was doubt<br />I ate it up and spit it out<br />I faced it all and I stood tall<br />And did it my way<br /><br />I've loved, I've laughed and cried<br />I've had my fill, my share of losing<br />And now, as tears subside<br />I find it all, all so amusing<br /><br />To think I did all that<br />And may I say, not in a shy way<br />Oh no, no, not me<br />I did it my way<br /><br />For what is man, what has he got?<br />If not himself, then he has naught<br />To say the things he truly feels<br />And not the words of one who kneels<br />The record shows I took the blows<br />And did it my wayDuanesPoeTreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17053093400086634552noreply@blogger.com