It's Monday, I'm working hard on writing a real post, but in the meantime, dearest Erin got me going! This will be a work in progress, friends.
Happy Monday, happy holidays ~ as soon as a photo of a particular extravaganza can be obtained, I'm about to go on a holiday rant!
In my ears right now: My birdies chirping at the top of their lungs and:
12:30 p.m. latebreaking: David knows music you wouldn't expect him to know. He tells us his late mother was a "hippie chick". He's bopping through the office singing Solitary Man. He knows all the inflection Neil uses in the verses. ;~} "Limes, you playing that over and over again?" "Yes, sir. That's how I do it!"
I swear I'm taking off my pants after listening to this and viewing those pix.
ReplyDeleteHe actually looks better in later years, or maybe that's just because I'm an old broad.
Good lord, I need a beer.
This was the first of his big hits. 1966, I think. I like the scratch in his voice and his resignation to being a solitary man. Ironically, later I knew a group of people with the same names as in the song, so I use it to poke a little fun.
ReplyDeletePut your pants back on and think of me bellowing the tune, head hanging out the window like a mangy dog. Oh. Have I mentioned I don't sing all that well? Just enthustiastically. With gusto, one might say.
I loved this song back in the day. Looking forward to the big reveal...
ReplyDeleteWell, a generous offer has been made to obtain the photo this week. I'm already working on the rant and a funny story of why the photo wasn't obtained when we planned SO carefully. It'll be relevant as long as I can put it up during the holidays.
ReplyDeleteI still love the song today, Kass, even though I'm not really big on Neil. I'm entertaining Bloomsbury and Benson with it right now - dancing, too. Diet Dr. Pepper bottle for a mike. :~}