What Is the Vertical Magnitude of the Sentimentally Charged Interpersonal Attachment You Experience?: The 366th Greatest Song

 

I have a theory that says the only reason people liked "How Deep Is Your Love" so much is that it was juxtaposed next to all the disco on the Bee Gees' album Saturday Night Fever. You know, like how in high school I only hung out with guys uglier than me...so I would look good in comparison. (Of course, there were only two guys in the whole school who met that qualification.)

Another possible point of interest in the song might be this #FunFact divulged by Rolling Stone:

The Bee Gees' work for Saturday Night Fever was recorded during a famed two-and-a-half-week-long session at a chateau in northern France, where, according to Barry Gibb, "six classic lesbian porno scenes [were] filmed."

 

For the Record:

1. I'm fairly certain the porno scenes were not filmed at the same time the Bee Gees were recording.

2. Now that I'm aware of this connection, I'm wondering which movie they meant "How Deep Is Your Love" to be part of.

I know your eyes in the mornin' sun
I feel you touch me in the pourin' rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again
And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love, then you softly leave
And it's me you need to show
How deep is your love?

I'm just sayin'!


        

Observed Absurdities™ 74 - Is It Just Me?

 

Beloved and I were taking a short vacation in the Hoosier state to celebrate her high school class reunion last month.

We were staying with some of our very best friends, who I have yet to make up any Almost nicknames for.

We were being treated to dinner in an upscale steakhouse in beautiful downtown Fort Wayne.

I was personally unprepared for what I immediately saw when I walked into the men's room at said steakhouse.

Behold . . .



Is it just me, or would anyone else be slightly confused? I'm not kidding; I backed up and double-checked the sign on the door.

Of course, when I realized it was just an image on the wall, I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.



        

Arguable Advice from the Fab Four

 

With 213 songs to their credit, the Beatles were bound to stumble upon a few wise words here and there. "Let it be" and "Money can't buy me love" come easily to mind.

But let's remember that the Mop Tops were only human. Not everything that sprang from the grooves of their records can be considered "speaking words of wisdom." I offer, therefore, the following list of Beatlesque advice that might make you think twice.


  • Your loving give me a thrill, but your loving don't pay my bills. Now give me money. That's what I want.
  • Gather round, all you clowns. Let me hear you say, "Hey you've got to hide your love away."
  • Leave it all till somebody else lends you a hand.
  • Baby, you can drive my car, and maybe I'll love you.


  • If the sun don't come, you get a tan from standing in the English rain.
  • Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
  • Happiness is a warm gun.
  • Let this be a sermon. I mean everything I've said. Baby, I'm determined, and I'd rather see you dead. You better run for your life if you can, little girl. Hide your head in the sand, little girl. Catch you with another man, that's the end, ah, little girl.
  • Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void. It is shining, it is shining.
  • Picture yourself in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
  • And it really doesn't matter. If I'm wrong, I'm right.
  • Roll up for the magical mystery tour! Step right this way!
  • Why don't we do it in the road?


        

This One Will Sneak up On You: The 367th Greatest Song

  

Cream's Top Ten hit, "White Room," was birthed by a period of drug and alcohol excess. We should have realized that the minute we heard the lyrics.


Let's allow CoPilot to visually interpret the first verse:

In a white room, with black curtains, near the station...


Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings...

Image of Black roofs and tired starlings

Silver horses, ran down moonbeams, in your dark eyes...

Image of Silver horses, running down moonbeams, in girl's dark eyes

Dawn light smiles, on you leaving, my contentment...

Image of contented male watching a woman leave

All of which sounds and looks reasonably normal (moonbeam-running horses notwithstanding) until we hit the chorus:

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves...

Image of a drug-induced nightmare

Eeek!


        

Happy Dolly Parton Day!

 


Warping  9 to 5, what a way to cross the cosmos

Two levels down, they're holding a princess in a jail cell

Searchers for some droids
That is what we are
So we ambled in
This cantina/bar

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene...
I'm begging of you, please don't take my Death Star plan



        

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