Thursday, November 16, 2006

Enthralling all the ladies

All right.
All right, ladies. Quit your begging. (Hah).
You asked for a picture of me in my high school days, dancing, but in the course my many, many marital separations, someone has run off with an album or two and all I have left is the picture of me playin' geetar, bottom right. Face it, at l9, I was just a pretty face: Shitferbrains and didn't know nuttin'. I am now three (four?) times that aga and am, I fear still shitferbrains and I don't know nutting.
But then, to turn an old phrase around--If I only knew now what I knew then. Ha. After 63, you get really stoopid.

I tried to continue with my play, THE FIRE IN BRADFORD, but my right eye seemed to bulge right out of my Kresge's glasses.
When the going gets tough, the tough get drunk!
Lord, this is one long intermission. What time is it getting to be?


R.J. Baker said...

Clazy like a roon...

A round of Glenlivit for the house.

cyn said...

definitely a handsome lad! who is your friend playing geetar as well?

ivan said...

Singlemalt indeed.
Singleman the old superhero.
Centre of the universe.
Then we have a son. Hey, I'm not a kid anymore.
Singleman goes to the phone booth anyway.
Cracks his spine. Tried to leapfrog over pot belly.
What fools these superheroes be.

ivan said...

The other player is Lou Dorion, from Prince Edward Island, home of Anne of Green Gables.

EA Monroe said...

Hi, Ivan. Do you still remember what song you were pickin and Lou was wailing in the photo? I can hear the slide of fingers on guitar strings. What is that key? D?

ivan said...


You clever thing!
Yes, that is indeed a D.

I was playing lead guitar with a three-note high D.
It has been some years, but I think we were playing a favourite
Down-East rendition of:

I sell the morning papers Sir
My name is Jimmy Brown
Everybody knows tha I'm
The newsboy of the town.

I do believe the down-east country song harkens back to Debussy or List--not sure; but if you follow the cadence to the words, the name of the original long-hair composer could probably be supplied...I think it was a German cat. List? Schubert?

Not to say we were so hoity-toity.
Just that so many country songs come from nursery rhymes and the classics.
The Jimmy Brown song is about a poor newsboy ("no shoes upon my feet")--and he "ain't et since noon". ( Sigh, Sob!).

Hurtin' music for sure.

But most times we were playing Chuck Berry's "Johnny Be Good", "Playin' Guitar Just Like Ringin' a Bell".
Yeah, Chuck Berry, Bobby Vinton,
"Roses Are Red, My love
Violets are blue..."

The heartbreake when the girl marries somebody else:
"Is that your little girl?
She looks a lot like you..."

Of course, we'd play it strange:
"Is that your little girl?
She looks a lot like me."


Really appreciate you interest, Liz.


Ellie said...

You know, my dad would sing that Jimmy Brown song when I was a little girl. I would just love when he sang that. I don't know why it made me so happy, the poor boy didn't have shoes on his feet!

The Amish, of course, don't have radio, tv, etc, and you may be wondering how my dad would possibly know the words to a song like that. Well, it is because, before the Amish kids actually "join the church" they will go and do their things. Some people call it "running around" others call it "sowing their wild oats", but the gist is, they drive cars, they sometimes will dress like the "world" and of course they listen to mountains of music because they are starved for it and they have to cram in as much music as possible because once they join the church, there is no more music.

Since my husband and I left the Amish faith I have listened to so much music and am still finding new music to listen to. I doubt that I will ever be tired of listening to music. It brings such joy to my heart. I pity my friends who can't listen to music all because of what the church dictates for them to do/not do.

Mostly I am just saying that to read the words to the Jimmy Brown song brought back some memories for me.

I just love the hair styles back then! I am serious...not joking.


ivan said...

Wow, Ellie.
Whoda thought that an Amish girl from (Ohio?) would connect with a song sung by a Prince Edward Islander 45 years ago and accompanied by yours truly playing in a key correctly identified as D by e.a. monroe?
Some parallel universe!
No wonder we're all somehow in the writing game.

ivan said...

p.s. to ellie:

Yeah, weren't those Shanana "boogie" cuts something else?
And the "strides", the pants pegged at the bottom.

Josie said...

Dude...! You're too cool for school. All those good looks and brains too. You must have had to chase the girls away. :-)

I had a mad crush on a guitar player when I was in high school. He played in a band called the Belaires (what else) and they were great. They could play Kansas City like no one else. We had a reunion a few years ago and all the band members got together and played, and they sounded better than ever.

Do you still play the guitar?


(My glasses are from Safeway.)

ivan said...

Glasses from Safeway, huh?
I was once fired over a a construction safety message in the North York Mirror, where ad agency was using pictures of pretty wives a home to remind workers to put up houses safely.
I had put, in a headline: IS IT SAFE TO SELL SEX FOR SAFETY?
Made me a top suburban journalist, but I was fired all the matter, they rehired me as freelancer.

Guitar playing: I only play five minutes a day now, and tha's through sheer discipline.
My band was called the Cavaliers and we played out of CKVR, Barrie, on the same bill as Gordon Lightfoot,who, too, was very young at the time. Mr. Lightfoot showed me some chops.
Yeah, guitar players are egomaniacal. Can be compelling.
I was uh, pyromaniacal.

.......If you notice an hysterical tone to this reply, it's because I'm in the middle of Act VI, Scen 2
of my godawful baroque (rococo) play which I'll be putting up in a few minutes.
Sure would have been nice to have met you those many years ago, but then I'd be Michael Jackson, Fifties guy still using that,,, kid Ooops.
R. J. Is right. I am clazy. Like Roon.
Gotta hand it to you, Josie. You are so upbeat, considering that Vancouver is about to become a skating rink.