A Very Mixed Up Story Now Solved.
Hmm, this is truly a mixed up story. I was listening to some of my oldies while writing this blog and somehow I got it mixed up. It seems like I cannot multitask anymore.Hi, my name is Jack. Everybody knows that when my uncle Simon says something he normally means it. Therefore the letter he sent special delivery should have been no surprise but it reached me while I was chatting with my girl friend under the boardwalk. It’s just a matter of time before the tide is high but on the other hand, the show must go on.
Uncle Simon lives on a farm in Massachusetts. He breaks in wild horses and I can still remember the good times we spent there and how we played on grandma’s feather bed when my brother and I were just two little boys. We lived in Sacramento at the time but we often spent a holiday there.
In his note he reminded me that it was the 1st of May which is the birthday of cousin Norman’s son. I know he always wanted a toy train but that will mean having to go downtown again. Who said it was going to be a lazy day?
When I got to the bus stop I learned that the drivers are on strike and I ended up hitching a ride into town. Walking to town was the last thing on my mind.
I don’t like this dirty old town. It is just tar and cement. Sometimes there are some girls down on the corner that will beg, steal or borrow just to get a few nickels and dimes. They must believe I am the candy man.
The young girl behind the counter was not very helpful and in the end I had to settle for a little yellow aeroplane which was not quite to my satisfaction. I was lucky to get a ride home with my friend Fernando in his new fast car. Getting into the car I almost sat on the photograph of his girlfriend, Eleanor. Just as well; I would have been blessed.
Back at home I waved at my neighbor, Mrs Robinson, and slipped into the house. The queen of my heart was not there but looking out my back door I saw her through the grapevine watering her English country garden.
I poured a glass of frozen orange juice and fixed her a glass of champagne. I hope it is cold enough for trying to please her is like trying to catch the wind. I wonder if she will ever realize that I too can get tired of waiting. You can only take so much. I’m not going wait until the midnight hour. I need someone to give me much more love. And by the way, I don’t wanna dance.
Then my half brother Louis arrived. He is the son of my father out of a previous marriage. He is married to a coal miner’s daughter and has a beautiful rose garden. Being part of a traveling band he will be leaving on a jet plane tomorrow. They will be visiting Pasadena which is a real funky town.
PS
How many did you count? And then it is possible that another one or two may have slipped into the words in between. Who knows?
Each one of the song had been verified on youtube.
As I have promised, the names of all the actors of the story appears on page 2 of the comments section.
Comments (61)
69 eh, I wonder why you chose that number, must be a magic number..... maybe you are a Son Of The Father ..... ....
True, more of a saga.
You know, I kind of wondered if somebody was going to ask about the total number. And presto! The very first comment answers me.
Catfoot, thank you, nicely done, I have heard all the songs that is mention in you blog several times and I do love them all. Enjoy the rest of your day and have a wonderful weekend when it starts.
p.s. I love to dance
Great stuff and have a greater evening.
Simon says
Under the Boardwalk
Massachusetts
grandma’s feather bed
Sacramento
toy train
wild horses
downtown
hitching a ride
beg, steal or borrow
candy man.
yellow aeroplane? Submarine
Fernando
Mrs Robinson
queen of my heart
give me much more love
I don’t wanna dance.
rose garden.
leaving on a jet plane
Pasadena
that is very unlikely. My daddy was a rock 'n roll man.
That is less than a third of what is listed.
Simon Says - 1910 Fruit Gum Company
Under The Boardwalk - The Rolling Stones
Massachusetts - The Bee Gees
Grandma’s Feather Bed - John Denver
Sacramento - The Middle Of The Road
Toy Train - John Edmund
Wild Horses - Gina Vanelli
Downtown - Petula Clark
Hitching A Ride - Vanoty Fare
Beg, Steal Or Borrow - The New Seekers
Candy Man - The Hollies
Yellow Aeroplane - Leapy Lee
Fernando - Abba
Mrs Robinson - Simon Ans Garfunkel
Queen Of My Heart - West Life
Much More Love - Tommy Roe
I Don’t Wanna Dance - Eddy Grant
Rose Garden - Lynne Anderson
Leaving On A Jet Plane - John Denver
Pasadena - John Edmund
It is all names of old songs.
Very nice nice story..I know all of them, but Looking At My Backdoor, wasn't that Gordon Lightfoot? Mrs. Robinson..from the movie?
Anyways Cat, very clever and thanks for the story, too..
and you think Multi task is not your forte? Hmmmnn this is way more than multi tasking Cat...More like so original and so clever..
Take care and say hi for my dear S.
lj
Then you will have to keep the customer satisfied.
First of May - the Bee Gees
The Show Must go On - Leo Sayer (Will check about Celine)
Leaving on a Jet Plane - John Denver,
Looking At My Backdoor - Creedence Clearwater Revival
Mrs. Robinson - Simon and Garfunkel
Hope you're well and are enjoying your retirement.
I have a better idea. Let's rather go dancing in the city with Mashall and Haine.
Retirement is great but will you still need me when I'm sixty four?
I did not even know that they made a movie of it. We did not get all the movies here.
I suppose we can do the crocodile rock or even dance on the ceiling.
You can cry if you want because only the lonely will know.
Feelings is the great part of feeling the feeling
And dreams are good friends when love is in the air.
Then this is you but also for you.
Intelligence is a thing that tells you that you are to clever to work and then you starve to death.
Any way, I'm on my way to Carol OK; I miss those brown eyes.
Don't sleep in the subway. I promise I will put my other jeans on.
Tar and cement...an oldie
Great blog really enjoyed reading, got most of them
You're such a good looking woman but who's gonna tell Maria?
Hmm, you would know Joe Dolan well. He hails from your valley.