There, every day you learn something! I didn't know the word 'filly' before!
Are you by any chance singing 'the hills are alive with the sound of music' while doing the frolicking? Obviously, it doesn't quite fit if there are no hills around. All this frolicking really sounds like 1940s and 1950s Finnish films which are invariably about golden-haired young lasses (with braids) and handsome young lads (with golden hair obviously) ... frolicking in fields and... things involving haystacks (but nothing graphic, oh no, this is the 40s and 50s!), and it's always a warm summer night and there are no hordes of mosquitoes unlike in real Finnish summer nights.
I grew up in the countryside, so it's not for me. But hope you have a fabulous weekend!
I say redux, but sorry I no really speaka de Latin all that much, only joosta little when in a rut. My father was born in Trieste.
Ahh, to have a frolicking good time once again, but no, not for me, the bronchitis.
Kentucky bluegrass, that is my dream, I have seen it in a picture postcard.
A white picket fence, two handsome stallions stand next to each other in a field of blue-green, one grazing on that luxurious bluegrass. A picture postcard, better than Niagara Falls.
And so I went there, to Kentucky, in search of this picture postcard. I drove the back roads in the hills and the valleys of Kentucky. I said to hell with the I-95 and Smokey with his radar gun. I was on a Mission. This postcard must be found.
And then one day, I found myself driving in a narrow back road, and just up ahead beyond the next bend there it was, and it was big and it was real. At first glimpse I saw a long white picket fence, perfectly painted, on a bright sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky, a faultless blue sky, and when I say blue, I mean Paul Newman’s eyes, and sprawling beneath this rich blue sky, beneath this white picket fence, there was a carpet of blue-green, fresh-cut grass, and it was perfectly mown.
It was perfect, the sky, the fence, the grass, but where are the stallions? They were nowhere to be found. In their place I saw a young colt frolicking, and kicking his hind legs high into the air, into the blue. He seemed to be carefree and full of glee and frolicking just for me. I pulled over to the shoulder of the road and turned the ignition off. I stepped out of the car, leaned against it, and lit a cigarette. And then I just watched and watched that little colt horsing around and gamboling especially for me. It was picture perfect and it was free. Mission accomplished I thought. This then, is that postcard. I don’t travel with a camera.
It’s warm and muggy here today, the wind is still, and there are fluffy white clouds in a pale blue sky. It’s not perfect, but that’s okay, I’ve learned to live with imperfection.
Now toss that guitar to one side, Rachel, and pick up a little piano-gizmo like this guy’s got.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGVvCJsV2vs
Rather than sitting rigid at the piano, Rachel, you can stand up and dance around. You might say dunce around, until you get the hang of it, but once you have it conquered, you’ll be able to frolic on stage and swing your hips and bump that gizmo, if that is your pleasure. If you adjust the strap, to a certain height, and bump it just right, you will get that sound, the sound of a young filly, just horsing around. Be sure to wear the right shoes, and be joosta like Gino. No ankle show and no veil, joosta nice white shoes.
If you throw an upright piano into the ocean, it makes a certain sound. Here is the sound that it makes, as it was described to me: S-P-L-A-S-H
Hi Rachel, this is for you when you get back from your field trip. I hope it creates a big bright smile.
Black Cars was a popular song and it became a hit for Gino. It came along at the right time and it climbed the charts even though it was damn near disco. Black Cars became a hit because of the keyboards and the absence of any guitars.
The music was smooth and so was Gino’s voice. The keyboards played a little hook throughout the song, and they also replaced the guitar. Gino didn’t want any harsh guitars messing with his uncompromising voice. Good choice.
Gino was up against the best. Connie Franklin was breaking hearts and playing with strings. Herb Alpert had cornered the horn market. Dave Clark had mastered the drums and Duane Eddy had captured the twang. So Gino turned to his brother and his brother said (while Gino sang) “I’ll lay down some keyboards for you.” And that’s what he did.
Here’s Gino:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHulXUWH28E
Here’s Connie:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZR4Kk5RT_Kg
TOMMY
PS; Here are some keyboards from 1974 – they were a bit strange at the time. Kind of like Stevie Wonder meets Frank Zappa, or something. First time I heard it, I didn’t know if it was intended to be taken serious, or if it was just some kind of prank.
I love the country. When I leave my house it is nice to see farms animals and fields I love the wide open spaces. No traffic. So quiet. That is why I live in the Country. :)
Have a fabulous time Rachel!
ReplyDeleteSounds heavenly :)
There, every day you learn something! I didn't know the word 'filly' before!
ReplyDeleteAre you by any chance singing 'the hills are alive with the sound of music' while doing the frolicking? Obviously, it doesn't quite fit if there are no hills around. All this frolicking really sounds like 1940s and 1950s Finnish films which are invariably about golden-haired young lasses (with braids) and handsome young lads (with golden hair obviously) ... frolicking in fields and... things involving haystacks (but nothing graphic, oh no, this is the 40s and 50s!), and it's always a warm summer night and there are no hordes of mosquitoes unlike in real Finnish summer nights.
I grew up in the countryside, so it's not for me. But hope you have a fabulous weekend!
week - end, whew! enjoy all of spring's embraces.
ReplyDeleteHi Rachel!
ReplyDeleteHope you have a joyful weekend.
Please say Hi! to the girl in your mind..
Tomoko xx
I wondered who that was out there roaming with the deer!
ReplyDeleteA wedding today me in a jacket and tie,downtown Windows on Washington. Give me a grassy field any day.Lucky you.Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteOut there in the fields
ReplyDeleteRachel thought of high-heels
She must get back into the city~
That was awful.
Enjoy the countryside and the quiet, Darlin'
It truly must be Heaven!
EA
~X~
This is called, Blue Pastoral – Kentucky Redux.
ReplyDeleteI say redux, but sorry I no really speaka de Latin all that much, only joosta little when in a rut. My father was born in Trieste.
Ahh, to have a frolicking good time once again, but no, not for me, the bronchitis.
Kentucky bluegrass, that is my dream, I have seen it in a picture postcard.
A white picket fence, two handsome stallions stand next to each other in a field of blue-green, one grazing on that luxurious bluegrass. A picture postcard, better than Niagara Falls.
And so I went there, to Kentucky, in search of this picture postcard. I drove the back roads in the hills and the valleys of Kentucky. I said to hell with the I-95 and Smokey with his radar gun. I was on a Mission. This postcard must be found.
And then one day, I found myself driving in a narrow back road, and just up ahead beyond the next bend there it was, and it was big and it was real. At first glimpse I saw a long white picket fence, perfectly painted, on a bright sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky, a faultless blue sky, and when I say blue, I mean Paul Newman’s eyes, and sprawling beneath this rich blue sky, beneath this white picket fence, there was a carpet of blue-green, fresh-cut grass, and it was perfectly mown.
It was perfect, the sky, the fence, the grass, but where are the stallions? They were nowhere to be found. In their place I saw a young colt frolicking, and kicking his hind legs high into the air, into the blue. He seemed to be carefree and full of glee and frolicking just for me. I pulled over to the shoulder of the road and turned the ignition off. I stepped out of the car, leaned against it, and lit a cigarette. And then I just watched and watched that little colt horsing around and gamboling especially for me. It was picture perfect and it was free. Mission accomplished I thought. This then, is that postcard. I don’t travel with a camera.
It’s warm and muggy here today, the wind is still, and there are fluffy white clouds in a pale blue sky. It’s not perfect, but that’s okay, I’ve learned to live with imperfection.
Now toss that guitar to one side, Rachel, and pick up a little piano-gizmo like this guy’s got.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGVvCJsV2vs
Rather than sitting rigid at the piano, Rachel, you can stand up and dance around. You might say dunce around, until you get the hang of it, but once you have it conquered, you’ll be able to frolic on stage and swing your hips and bump that gizmo, if that is your pleasure. If you adjust the strap, to a certain height, and bump it just right, you will get that sound, the sound of a young filly, just horsing around. Be sure to wear the right shoes, and be joosta like Gino. No ankle show and no veil, joosta nice white shoes.
If you throw an upright piano into the ocean, it makes a certain sound. Here is the sound that it makes, as it was described to me: S-P-L-A-S-H
Good night, Rachel
Hi Rachel, this is for you when you get back from your field trip. I hope it creates a big bright smile.
ReplyDeleteBlack Cars was a popular song and it became a hit for Gino. It came along at the right time and it climbed the charts even though it was damn near disco. Black Cars became a hit because of the keyboards and the absence of any guitars.
The music was smooth and so was Gino’s voice. The keyboards played a little hook throughout the song, and they also replaced the guitar. Gino didn’t want any harsh guitars messing with his uncompromising voice. Good choice.
Gino was up against the best. Connie Franklin was breaking hearts and playing with strings. Herb Alpert had cornered the horn market. Dave Clark had mastered the drums and Duane Eddy had captured the twang. So Gino turned to his brother and his brother said (while Gino sang) “I’ll lay down some keyboards for you.” And that’s what he did.
Here’s Gino:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHulXUWH28E
Here’s Connie:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZR4Kk5RT_Kg
TOMMY
PS; Here are some keyboards from 1974 – they were a bit strange at the time. Kind of like Stevie Wonder meets Frank Zappa, or something. First time I heard it, I didn’t know if it was intended to be taken serious, or if it was just some kind of prank.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SA6ku7MsIEU
I love the country. When I leave my house it is nice to see farms animals and fields I love the wide open spaces. No traffic. So quiet. That is why I live in the Country. :)
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