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Summer Breeze 3
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Summer Breeze 3 This isn’t the post I was going to write, but don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till you write it. Don’t you think? I mean I really do think. Except I had a different kind of post in my head even after I started writing this, but then I kind of wandered off. But anyway, here is what I wrote: Summer Breeze Three. For the full effect you need to read this listening to the following sound track: “Summer Breeze,” obviously, - Iseley Brothers version please, followed by either “Summer Day” by Sheryl Crow, or “I was a Fool to Love you" by Nao, (which, it seems to me, is almost the same song in terms of the tune by the way although from a different viewpoint lyrically, ) or both. Or just listen to anything by HeyKelsey. I recommend "The Boy I love," or "What the Fuck was I Thinking." I have used this title twice before - the first time, Summer Breeze it was about Lizzy and growing up in Oxford. I read it again just now as I was checking how many times before I had used the title, lol, and though I say so myself it is a lovely memory and one of my best posts. The second time it was about how I heard the song on the radio while I was driving to a music festival. This time I was reminded of perfect kisses and lying back in the long grass of summer meadows and my mind drifted into a daydream. I was going to write a fantasy post about walking along a riverside meadow with someone, thinking we were just hanging out, but gradually getting closer until it was obvious we were going to kiss, and that amazing butterfly-inside- moment when your eyes meet in that special way. I thought about how being close to someone in the warmth of a summer evening can make you feel as if just for that moment the two of you are perfectly in tune and nothing else matters. Like that love-on-the-beach scene in Play Misty For Me, the cliché part in so many other films where the plot is interrupted by a montage of lovers going to the zoo, or buying candyfloss at the fairground or whatever. The thing is, when you get lost in someone for the first time it really feels like that doesn’t it? That’s why film makers and songwriters down the years have tried to convey the feeling, because we all know it, however it has manifested itself to us in the past. Or I hope we know it. If this is something you have never felt, I am sorry, do not give up hope, it is magical. Anyway, before I wrote my new post, I just had to read the old one, and suddenly I didn’t think I could say it any better, so, for those who can’t be bothered to follow the link, it went like this: I'm radio-headed again today. My favourite radio station seems to be playing a lot of seventies music these days, which I must say I love. I sit here trying to work. With the radio off it feels too quiet and lonely. But with it on, sometimes great music takes me back to times and places in my past. (Don't get me started down memory lane - I'm not sure if I can make it back, as Leila reminds us Groucho was fond of saying.) Those Iseley Brothers lyrics look pretty meaningless on their own. But add in the tune and that great guitar sound, and suddenly I am back in the Parks in Oxford, over by the river where you can lie like big cats in the tall grass and watch the punts pole by, carrying pretentious students who don't know you are there. An hour earlier.....It is 1977, four thirty on a weekday afternoon. I am sitting at my desk (trying to work, lol ) when one of the scruffy fourteen year olds I am loosely keeping charge of shouts at me from the next room; "Oi Dreamer, your girlfriend's here!" I go to the window, and see Lizzy looking up at me from the street below. She has walked by the House on her way home from school and she looks like love and sex in one gorgeous package. The fourteen year olds are so in love with her that they do whatever I ask them without complaint just to keep in my good books. She is wearing her tight fitting FU's jeans and a big white business shirt of her father's - her usual school uniform. Her hair is wavy strawberry blond and she looks a little bit like a young Lauren Bacall. I run down the stone stairway and out of the big oak door and we amble arm in arm over the bridge and down the High Street before turning right into Longwall Street. The afternoon sun is still hot but her skin feels soft and cool under my hand and she makes me feel like I know everything there is to know about living and being in love. We walk into the Parks and lie down in the long grass, and "summer breeze" always reminds me so strongly of those days; the smell of the earth and the glimpse of her breast between the buttons. But literally as I am writing this now, Lou Reed's "Perfect Day" comes on the radio. (I know it's all about heroin, but I didn't know that at the time. ) It was one of my favourite songs then. I didn't understand the sadness in it, but I felt it had something to do with a perfect day that wouldn't last forever and would never come again. Maybe that's how we felt, lying there in the grass and watching people go by, kissing, knowing we would sneak back later when her parents had gone out and make love in her attic bedroom. School would be over in a month and then what? Would our lives change for ever? What would we both be doing when we were forty? I am brought back to the present by the DJ who says, "Maria Carey followed by the Police - that's not a news item, that's just the running order," and makes me laugh. Back to work I guess, longing for those carefree summer days again. |
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ohh Dreemy.... absolutely lovely... that radio will be the death of me... Respond to every call that excites Your Spirit ~Rumi  ..
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I've always like the seals and croft version more. But the lyrics always make me a little said.
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I've always like the seals and croft version more. But the lyrics always make me a little said. I actually only found out that the Iseleys didn't write it, and listened to the original last year, so maybe it will grow on me! If remember rightly, there is a more melancholy feel to the original version so maybe that's why it makes you sad. Or is it the feeling that those butterflies won't come back which makes you sad? Don't worry, I think they almost always come back, some summer day.
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ohh Dreemy.... absolutely lovely... that radio will be the death of me...
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Beautifully described Wild. It's great when you're nearly forty and someone makes you feel like a teenager again isn't it.
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