70s-child: How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.

Thursday, April 08, 2010

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.

So I called up the captain: "Please bring me my wine." And he said: "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine." And still those voices are calling from far away - wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say: "Welcome to The Hotel California. Such a lovely place, Such a lovely face".
They livin' it up at The Hotel California. What a nice surprise, bring your alibis.

Don't expect much out of me for a quarter:

As a kid, I never got an allowance. That's something my folks weren't into. They were very generous with me, I never lacked anything, and usually when I asked for something they'd get it for me, but an allowance just wasn't going to happen. In '76, just before my folks split up, dad decided to give me a "job". It was sometime in January and the weather was pretty brutal, so he told me he'd pay me a quarter if I'd open the garage door for him when he got home so he wouldn't have to get out of the car and open it himself. We lived in a split level house (a raised-ranch), and the garage was in the lower level. The very first night, I was watching TV and I heard him pull in and stop at the garage door. I didn't want to leave my show, and it was pretty cold down there in the garage, and I was rather warm and cozy and comfortable sitting in front of the tv, so I basically ignored him. He honked. He honked again. And again. And again. Finally I heard him open the car door, open the garage himself, pull into the garage and slam the door shut. The way he slammed the door, I could tell he was angry and that I was in trouble. He came upstairs and just looked at me. Let's just say I lost my job that night, which didn't really bother me. A QUARTER??? I didn't get out of BED for that kind of money...