Year 1964 (MCMLXIV) was a leap year starting on Wednesday (link will display the full calendar) of the Gregorian calendar.
Isaac Asimov (/ˈaɪzək ˈæzɨməv/ EYE-zək AZ-i-məv; born Isaak Yudovich Ozimov, Russian: Исаак Юдович Озимов; Yiddish: אייזיק יודאָוויטש אסימאוו; c. January 2, 1920 – April 6, 1992) was an American author and professor of biochemistry at Boston University, best known for his works of science fiction and for his popular science books. Asimov was one of the most prolific writers of all time, having written or edited more than 500 books and an estimated 90,000 letters and postcards. His works have been published in all ten major categories of the Dewey Decimal System (although his only work in the 100s—which covers philosophy and psychology—was a foreword for The Humanist Way).
Asimov is widely considered a master of hard science fiction and, along with Robert A. Heinlein and Arthur C. Clarke, he was considered one of the "Big Three" science fiction writers during his lifetime. Asimov's most famous work is the Foundation Series; his other major series are the Galactic Empire series and the Robot series, both of which he later tied into the same fictional universe as the Foundation Series to create a unified "future history" for his stories much like those pioneered by Robert A. Heinlein and previously produced by Cordwainer Smith and Poul Anderson. He wrote many short stories, among them "Nightfall", which in 1964 was voted by the Science Fiction Writers of America the best short science fiction story of all time. Asimov wrote the Lucky Starr series of juvenile science-fiction novels using the pen name Paul French.
Sir Arthur Charles Clarke, CBE, FRAS, Sri Lankabhimanya, (16 December 1917 – 19 March 2008) was a British science fiction author, inventor, and futurist, famous for his short stories and novels, among them 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), and as a host and commentator in the British television series Mysterious World. For many years, Robert A. Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, and Clarke were known as the "Big Three" of science fiction.
Clarke served in the Royal Air Force as a radar instructor and technician from 1941–1946. He proposed a satellite communication system in 1945 which won him the Franklin Institute Stuart Ballantine Gold Medal in 1963. He was the chairman of the British Interplanetary Society from 1947–1950 and again in 1953.
Clarke emigrated to Sri Lanka in 1956 largely to pursue his interest in scuba diving; that year, he discovered the underwater ruins of the ancient Koneswaram temple in Trincomalee. He lived in Sri Lanka until his death. He was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II in 1998, and was awarded Sri Lanka's highest civil honour, Sri Lankabhimanya, in 2005.
(Lyrics: Max Cavalera)(Music: Sepultura)
1964
Coup d'etat
Military force
Hundreds dead
Why did they disappear?
DICTATORSHIT
1995
Spirit still alive
We still hear the cry
From the ones that survived!!!
Why did they disappear?
DICTATORSHIT
1964
I'll never forget when you walked through that door
oh, god you were my James Dean
and I was your dream
19 still dreaming like a baby
that's when I had our first child
through our son I became a woman
and you became a man
and you looked at me, and I looked at you
we both smiled because there was
nothing we could do
and I was crazier than you
but you loved me
I was crazier then you baby you loved me
I was crazier in denim blue and coffee for you crazy
love grows sour
so we had to pull through
and I found refuge in god and
I guess you just found you
so I found refuge in god and I guess you just found you
and you looked at me, and I looked at you
we both smiled because there was
nothing we could do
and I was still crazier than you
ya, you loved me
I was crazier than you and baby you loved me
I was crazier in denim blue and coffee for you baby
I was crazier in summertime on P-town wine crazy
I was crazy
30 years have now gone by
we sit silently together and cry
and my James Dean still holds me tight
while thoughts of forgiveness creep
through the night
and memories
and you looked at me, and I looked at you
we both smile because there was nothing we can do
and I'm still crazier than you
1964
Put on your red dress, baby
Lord, we're goin' out tonight
Put on your red dress, baby
Lord, we're goin' out tonight
And-a bring some boxin' gloves
In case some fool might wanna fight
Put on your high-heel sneakers,
Wear your wig-hat on your head
Put on your high-heel sneakers
child, your wig-hat on your head
Ya I'm pretty sure now baby,
Lord, you know, you know, you gonna knock 'em dead
Put on your high-heel sneakers,
Wear your wig-hat on your head
Put on your high-heel sneakers
wear your wig-hat on your head
know you gonna be real hot