Sunday Morning Music: Our Houses

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.”

Chestnuts

chestnuts

Personal synchronicity: less than half an hour before I saw this, somebody sent me (via Facebook, not by either e-mail or fax) a joke which, because of its political nature, can’t be repeated here.

But it doesn’t have to be, because the point of this post is that I told him I’d been hearing variations of that joke for decades, and my first was

An airplane was going down. On board were Henry Kissinger, a priest and a hippie. The pilot comes back to the passenger area and says “This plane is going down , there are three parachutes, and I’m taking one!” and jumps out of the door.

Henry Kissinger says “I am ze smartest man in ze world und I need to live,” grabs a parachute and jumps out.

The priest says to the hippie, “My son, I have lived a long life and am one with God, please take the last parachute that you may live.”

The hippie turns back to the priest and says “Don’t sweat it, pops, the smartest man in the world just jumped out of an airplane with my backpack.”

Does anybody know of a variation earlier than this one?