1976. July. Mid-morning. The stillness of the mountain air foreshadowed heat coming later in the day. We were stepping from rock to rock heading downstream at Pass Creek trying to locate a suitable fishing eddy. Aunt Olga grins and asks: “That song. The one you are whistling. Do you know what it is about?” I had no idea but said “sure.” I accelerated my pace creating some distance, recognizing that there was a message in there somewhere, but I wasn’t going to wait to find out. She let it go.
I never listen(ed) to lyrics. Never, that is, until I arrived home later in the day and waited for the song to play again. My transistor radio crackling out the tune. Aha. OK. Got it now. Red-faced just thinking about it after all these years.
Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
Gonna grab some afternoon delight…
Sky rockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
2013. Memorial Day weekend. Poolside. Solo guitarist singing wide range of covers: Bruce. Lumineers. Petty. Cash. James Taylor. Dave Matthews. ‘Wedding singer plus’ offering pleasant background music on a glorious day. Continue reading “Blurred Lines”