"At every step you make me digress;
today I do not know whither I am destined."
(Tagore)
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Out of time
I always seem to be out of time these days. However, the title of this post isn't about my hectic schedule but a reminder that I am going to see Chris Farlowe perform tonight and Out of Time is, of course, his most famous number from 1966. Here, courtesy of YouTube is the early version:
I don't know about you, but I think he is one of those people who looks and sounds better forty years on:
Hope you had a wonderful evening, M. When Out of Time reached number one in the summer of 1966, i was expecting my daughter - but I didn't let that didn't stop me dancing away to Chris! Great track and a great bluesman.
Those were the days, Harry! The girls would sit or stand down one side of the hall, the boys would come over and grunt, "Wanna dance?" then no more eye contact or conversation took place.
If a boy wanted to ask a girl out he would get his friend to do it for him. All of my early dates were arranged by a third party - "Frank (or Chris or whoever) says he'll be in the coffee bar after school on Thursday if you want to meet him." Of course all our school dances were held under the strict supervision of Mother Superior!
Ah, yes. 1966. The year they allowed girls into our university for the first time.
100 girls, 10,000 boys.
If you wanted a date, you had better do it yourself, and quick. So I did, and we've been married for 42 years.
High school was more or less as you describe, but I was forward there, too. Got thrown out for sitting next to a girl on the bus.
True story. Those nuns were strict.
Off topic, but we sent a copy of 'Guernsey Literary' to my mother, who cannot stand anything written since A.J. Cronin died, and she told me yesterday that she loves it.
I'm glad your mother enjoyed the Guernsey book. I've just finished reading a biography she might like about an Edwardian childhood. I'll post my thoughts on it later in the week.
99 may have. I scooped Tricia out of the dating pool her first evening on campus, so she never got to sample the lubricious possibilities of Cow College.
How could I not? I have always been a sucker for long, dark hair. In walked a 17-year-old, dark-eyed Celtic beauty with straight brunette hair that hung down almost to her knees and a figure like a Frederick's of Hollywood model.
I immediately forgot whatever it was I had come there for.
What a lucky woman to be so much appreciated, Harry. Long brunette hair and brains I know about but I'm off to find out about a Frederick's of Hollywood model.
Hope you had a wonderful evening, M. When Out of Time reached number one in the summer of 1966, i was expecting my daughter - but I didn't let that didn't stop me dancing away to Chris! Great track and a great bluesman.
ReplyDeleteJust got back, D. Wonderful evening with a great mixture of old favourites and a few I hadn't heard before. Superb band too. More anon.
ReplyDeleteMan, those kids really knew how to boogie down, didn't they?
ReplyDeleteI'm imagining the girl just to his left thinking, What am I doing here?
Those were the days, Harry! The girls would sit or stand down one side of the hall, the boys would come over and grunt, "Wanna dance?" then no more eye contact or conversation took place.
ReplyDeleteIf a boy wanted to ask a girl out he would get his friend to do it for him. All of my early dates were arranged by a third party - "Frank (or Chris or whoever) says he'll be in the coffee bar after school on Thursday if you want to meet him." Of course all our school dances were held under the strict supervision of Mother Superior!
Ah, yes. 1966. The year they allowed girls into our university for the first time.
ReplyDelete100 girls, 10,000 boys.
If you wanted a date, you had better do it yourself, and quick. So I did, and we've been married for 42 years.
High school was more or less as you describe, but I was forward there, too. Got thrown out for sitting next to a girl on the bus.
True story. Those nuns were strict.
Off topic, but we sent a copy of 'Guernsey Literary' to my mother, who cannot stand anything written since A.J. Cronin died, and she told me yesterday that she loves it.
Harry
ReplyDeleteI bet those 100 girls had a great time!
I'm glad your mother enjoyed the Guernsey book. I've just finished reading a biography she might like about an Edwardian childhood. I'll post my thoughts on it later in the week.
99 may have. I scooped Tricia out of the dating pool her first evening on campus, so she never got to sample the lubricious possibilities of Cow College.
ReplyDeleteHow could I not? I have always been a sucker for long, dark hair. In walked a 17-year-old, dark-eyed Celtic beauty with straight brunette hair that hung down almost to her knees and a figure like a Frederick's of Hollywood model.
I immediately forgot whatever it was I had come there for.
As I discovered later, she had brains, too.
What a lucky woman to be so much appreciated, Harry. Long brunette hair and brains I know about but I'm off to find out about a Frederick's of Hollywood model.
ReplyDeleteA current Frederick's model is not what I had in mind.
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