Monday, June 10, 2013

Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack

First, this:


Q: What's unusual about that photo? 
A: There's not one single drop o' condensation on that glass and that's because "it's a dry heat," Gentle Reader.

So we went lookin' for a song about G&Ts... coz it's THAT kinda day... and were (a) surprised and (b) disappointed that we couldn't find sumthin' suitable for posting.  Yeah, we found a few tunes but there was nothing that floated our particular lil boat.  So we'll revert to a favorite we heard while lounging on the verandah.  This:



Not a bad rendition, that.  But I still like the original best:


Well now what is going to happen now is anybody's guess
If I can't spend my time with love I guess I need a rest
Time is getting late now and the sun is getting low
My body's getting tired of carryin' another's load
And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the road
The lyrics have an entirely different meaning today, as opposed to what I thought they meant when I first heard the song back in 1971.  I'm tempted to quote that ol' "plus ça change" chestnut but it ain't quite that... it's sumthin' altogether different.

8 comments:

  1. Mom's doctor told her she needed 4oz of red wine every evening - no more, no less, and not white - for her heart health.

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    1. Your Mom's doctor sounds a little bit anal-retentive, Lou. Why not "a glass of red wine, once a day?"

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  2. Seems to me that my old fave "Sunset Grill" by Don Henley would also hit the spot, no?

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    1. PS: GREAT use of horns in that piece,btw..

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    2. Agreed on both counts, Virg.

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  3. "It's a dry heat."

    LOL. Makes me think of when I was playing tennis tournaments (and putting in hours of practice in between) up and down the San Joaquin Valley from Bakersfield to Fresno in summer of 1960. Instead of using wrist-let "sweat-bands" to absorb perspiration and keep moisture off my grip, I'd keep 'em soaked in ice water just to prevent heat prostration, lol. Of course, it's all a matter of acclimatization. I remember after my soph year at LSU in 1964 amidst all the humidity, I was playing in a tournament in Springfield, Ill, that summer and as my opponent and I were changing courts after the first set, he looked at me and exclaimed: "My God, your not even sweating!" LOL!

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