March 27, 2010

I'm not talkin' 'bout the linen

And neither was he. 

I grew up listening to a lot of radio in the 70s and 80s, and still have a warm spot in my heart for Lite FM music.  Todd Rundgren. Janice Ian.  Kenny Loggins.  One of the first adult albums that I ever bought was Juice, by Juice Newton, and that Wildfire song about the horse that breaks out of its stables during a storm used to make me cry.  I think Lite FM music is appealing because it's simple and straightforward, sometimes deceptively so.  You're doing your thing, singing along, until one day, a friend asks "What did you just say?"

So it was with the England Dan & John Ford Coley (yeah, what the hell??) classic "I'd Really Love to See You Tonight."  I was a college graduate by the time I realized the chorus wasn't:

      I'm not talkin' 'bout the linen
     And I don't want to change your eyes

I'd always thought the linens in question were a metaphor for something, a more permanent relationship, like how people register for linens when they get engaged.  You know, like "Hey baby, I'm not talking about getting monogrammed linens or anything; I just thought we could get together tonight and, you know, enjoy that warm wind that's blowing. By the way, you've got really pretty eyes. What are they, brown?"

Turns out I was wrong, but not so far off.  What he wasn't talking about was moving in, and what he didn't want to do was change her life.  But that's how is goes sometimes with something simple: you can't see the forest for the trees and flub it up.

Posting's been hard lately because I've been working on some longer-term projects and so haven;t finished anything since the potholders earlier this month.  One project is particularly exciting: a modern Log Cabon afghan for some frineds of mine currently living in Seattle.  They both have a definite sense of aesthetics, which has made this an easier project than one might expect.  I'm about one fourth of the way through the project and am really enjoying it. 

The size of each square makes this a perfect portable subway project, and the simplicity of the garter stitch means I can watch foreign language films again!  Note, please, that orange is overrepresented thus far because I'm trying to work through one color at a time.  So, two orange and green squares, two orange and blue squares, two blue and yellow, two yellow and red, two red and purple, two purple and green and many brown and grey.  One thing I haven't planned is how I'm going to piece all of the squares together.  I'm not concerned about the method, but I am a bit worried about what color yarn I should use.  Any thought swoudl be appreciated.

It's a beautiful, sunny and crisp day.  I plan to enjoy it, and hope you do too.


Erin Joy and Sarah Jane said... Best Blogger Tips

Ha - fractured lyrics! "Swimming through a pile of cheese" and "There's a bathroom on the right" spring to mind...I spent my childhood listening to "Ain't Misbehavin" and "Guys and Dolls" - it was YEARS before I realized one song was about smoking marujuana and the another was about betting on the horses!

Sayschnicklefritz said... Best Blogger Tips

Swimming through a pile of cheese is from my favorite Karaoke song!

Oiyi said... Best Blogger Tips

Do you have enough of one color to do all the seaming? If you do a garter matress stitch, I think the color will only show up on one side and then the other side will be invisible.

Anonymous said... Best Blogger Tips

My new song lyric condundrum:"Down on the Corner...Audi in the Street There's the po po in the land and the schmugning can't be beat." It's Creedence Clearwater Revival. Go ahead, I dare you to check the lyrics. Of course, there's always "Secret Asian Man..."


littlebirdbigcity said... Best Blogger Tips

I love misspoken lyrics, but mine never made much sense. At least you had reason to believe those were true! Not too shabby. Good luck on your big projects. I can't wait to see that blanket completed.

Sayschnicklefritz said... Best Blogger Tips

Penelope: My best guess (and no, I did not Google this) is:
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Benny and the poor boys are playin'
And the guitar can't be beat

Sinead O'Connor was popular in college and I liked to sing about how:
I can eat my dinner in a Chinese restaurant.

Not the lyric.