Shrug suggested this for this morning’s upbeat music, noting “We’ll assume the vase that one of them ‘bought today’ was delivered via Amazon”*
To which we’ll add this self-quarantine-appropriate song:
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*Graham Nash later recalled:
“I came to live in America in 1969 and stayed with David [Crosby] for a couple of nights. He threw me a party and invited Joni [Mitchell] whom I hadn’t seen since meeting her when I played with the Hollies. After that party I went home with Joni and spent a couple of years with her in her home in Laurel Canyon.
“One day Joan and I got up and went to breakfast at a delicatessen on Ventura Boulevard, and a few doors away there was a little antique store, and in the window Joan saw this vase, went inside, fell in love with it, bought it and brought it back to the house.
“It was a kind of a cold gray morning as it sometimes can be in Los Angeles, and I said, ‘Why don’t I light the fire and you put some flowers in the vase that you just bought.’ So she’s cutting stems and leaves and arranging flowers in this vase, and I’d lit the fire. Now, my and Joan’s life at the time were far from ordinary … and I thought, ‘What an ordinary moment.’ Here I am lighting the fire for my old lady and she’s putting flowers in this vase that she just bought. And I sat down at Joan’s piano and an hour later, ‘Our House’ was written.”
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The Madness video refused to work over here, but here’s another link to the “official video” that did work:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXuvdeEC5y8
I’d recommend “Better Things” by The Kinks and “Tuesday Afternoon” by The Moody Blues.
“Our House” by The Talking Heads.
Nash writing — perhaps fantasizing — about a very ordinary life sort of recalls the story of “The Christmas Song” (“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire …”). Mel Torme and a buddy, enduring a Southern California summer heat wave, created the song to psyche themselves into a cooler temperature.
Beleeka Doodle Day by Al Stewart is one song that seems to suit the endless grey Sundays that lockdown is for many people (not yet literally us in the UK as we have had a month of unseasonable warm sunshine – though rain is coming tomorrow, which I have excitingly scheduled for plumbing in a new dishwasher after the current 35-year old one packed up last week). He drifts along for seven minutes thinking about this or that in desultory fashion, his mind a “menagerie” containing Archimedes and his orchestra, a girl in Sweden he once met, pterodactyls and Jack the Ripper.
I wrote a song just before the dawn
And then I lost it now its gone
I spent all day playing Monopoly
It seemed to feel like getting on
Sometimes I wonder how it feels to be
Paul McCartney or the Queen
I wonder how they’d feel if they were me
I think its gonna start to rain
On this beleeka doodle day
It was on his 1967 first album, released a month after his 22nd birthday. 53 years later Paul McCartney and the Queen are not only still alive but, amazingly, still active enough for even very young modern people to have at least heard of them, both having popped up on TV in the last few weeks in relation to Covid-19. And both are still able to wonder what it might be like to be Al Stewart (also still alive – I saw him at a gig last October).