So there I was, sitting on the verandah, deep into today's WSJ, puffing occasionally on my second cigar of the day and enjoying my second beer when Pandora decides to bring this ol' chestnut around ...
...which stopped me dead in my tracks. I shut the Kindle, sang along, and fell back into that same, oh-so-lovely daydream that happens EVERY time I hear this song.
Amie what you wanna do?I knew an Am(
I think I could stay with you
For a while, maybe longer
Longer if I do
Amy's visit in Westby lasted only a week or perhaps a little longer, but what a week that was! The girl was prolly 20 years of age at that time and in her prime; I was three years on the wrong side of 30 but that was close enough for gub'mint work. I wound up taking a few days of unplanned leave just to spend as much time with this woman as I possibly could before she vanished into my past. That was a GOOD decision, Gentle Reader.The image isn't the Amy I knew (I found it in a generic Google search for "dark eyed beauty"), but it's close.
I never knew an Amy or Amie in that way, but this song does conjure up other memories...
ReplyDeletewhat would we do without such sweet memories of past loves and lovers?
Magic posty word is FEOGI? Really? Think its trying to tell me something?
This song conjurs up memories of seeing Pure Prairie League in concert and being too snockered to remember much about them - by the time they finally showed up and played. Fun evening though!
ReplyDeleteYour Amy sounds much more interesting. Its funny how things happen and then don't happen.
what would we do without such sweet memories of past loves and lovers?
ReplyDeleteLife would be a LOT poorer, methinks. I know mine would, anyhoo.
Its funny how things happen and then don't happen.
Yeah, it IS. But that's life, innit?
There was a show a long while back now, that tied various events to songs. It might have been 30 Something, but I really don't know for certain.
ReplyDeleteMy wife loved the show, me, it was OK as to storyline, but what hooked me was how the lyrics and sound of the songs used really brought new depth to story.
Its funny, but I hear certain songs and it takes me back to events and memories, not unlike that show eluded to.
I think songs can be tremendous memory triggers.
The girl in the picture would never go to Westby, Montana. Just my opinion.
ReplyDeleteI love that look though, when they turn their head around while you're doing them doggie-style.
Anyway, perspective, she's probably had five kids since then, looks like mama Cass and is oh-so-50's. Probably had the uterus and gall bladder removed already. False teeth, the whole bit.
There, that should get you back to reality :-)
I had a brief affair along these lines, when I pulled out a big doobie while lounging on the couch. It turns out that the stuff triggered the animal part of her brain, and she raped me.
ReplyDeleteIt didn't last a week, and I don't remember much about it, but I do remember she had enough glands for five kids in one sitting. This because, I'm not really a glands person, and you know those things are always getting in the way.
I think songs can be tremendous memory triggers.
ReplyDeleteThat they ARE, Anon. I couldn't listen to pop music for about two years after my divorce because EVERY single song dredged up bad, bad, bad memories.
Pinky: OTOH, she might NOT be all those things... except for bein' 50... but that's no crime. ;-)
...and you know those things are always getting in the way.
Heh. Thank The Deity At Hand for THAT!!
Thank Gawd it's not criminal to be over 50!
ReplyDeleteI just re-lived a few "Aimee" memories -- fallin' in and out of love memories. Sweet.
And, Pinky, if she can twist around to give you that look, I'm wonderin' who's doin' whom. Just wonderin'.
Heh on your last, Moogie! ;-)
ReplyDeleteBuck ... ahem ... Amy was definitely not yet 20 years of age.
ReplyDeleteAnd this post is the first one in a LONG while (or perhaps ever?) wherein you describe that house in Westby as "pretty nice". ; )
I can probably locate a photo of Amy for you. I'll have a look in my albums and send it along soonish.
With love,
That friend of Amy's
Are ya sayin' I was some sort o' pedophile, Lori?
ReplyDeleteAnd that house WAS nice, compared to the barracks. ;-)
I would NEVER say you were some sort o' pedophile, Buck. After all, I shoot pedophiles (or at least I want to shoot them, very very much). But Amy WAS young, and a couple of years younger than me. ; )
ReplyDeleteOf course you're right about that house: it was WAY nicer than the barracks. I was just surprised that you said so! : )
Hey, this is funny: the word verification for this post is "pochip". I wonder, how IS "Po' Chip" these days?
Well, I was laboring under the impression you and Amy were close to the same age. I stand corrected. I have fond memories of that house, actually.
ReplyDeleteAs for Chip... it's been years since we last corresponded. In other words... I have NO ideer. But, as of a couple o' years ago he was a VP with a big systems integrator, Kathy and he were still happy, and his kids were grown. Time fades away...
We were close to the same age, but she graduated from high school the year after I did, and a year earlier at that. So I think she's about two years younger than I am. (I'm poking around on the internet, trying to find her, and I'm coming up with a current age of 51 for Amy, which would be about right.)
ReplyDeleteI have fond memories of that house in Westby, too. And some strange memories, as well, but I won't go into those right now. ; )
re: strange memories. Yeah, let's NOT go there! ;-)
ReplyDeleteThat house had LOTSA strange memories associated with it...
Shoot me a pic, if you're successful.