As I Recall It Ended Much Too Soon
November 27, 2006
Some people go to hear cool new music. Some people go to hear cool old music. Hubby is decidedly in the latter camp. There is nothing he likes better than a nostalgia act, especially if the name of the group ends in ‘ettes’ or ‘elles’ or has the word ‘Teenagers’ in it. There are plenty of things I like better, but I can only say ‘no’ so many times before he gets hurt feelings (“Rod Stewart?” –“NO!!!”). So the night before Thanksgiving, while you were still trying to get that buzzing sound out of your head and the smoke out of your clothes, our little fambly was ROCKING OUT to Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons.
I’m guessing that at no point during that Raconteurs show did Jack White hold out his microphone and invite the crowd to sing along. In falsetto. (If I’m wrong about that, don’t tell me. Although I would love to hear a Jack White version of ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off You’. Wouldn’t that be awesome?)
I’m also guessing Jack White was not wearing a sparkly jacket. Frankie’s jacket? I think it was made of Kid Silk Night. Really a cute jacket.
Fairly early in this most enjoyable evening, though, I got an uneasy feeling. You know me: sharp as a TACK. Intuition up the ying-yang. Something didn’t seem quite right. That Something was:
The Seasons seemed way too–how do I put this–active, for an act that has been cranking out the hits since 1962. The Seasons’ parents were not even born in 1962.
Here are two Seasons: Springtime, and Younger Than Springtime. See what I mean?
Not only were they active, they were synchronized. It was like boy Rockettes, in black slacks. (I Heart Black Slacks.)
I love it when dance moves are keyed to the lyrics.
Here is ‘I swear to God.’ I swear to God, every time he sang it, they did it.
The kids had never seen anything like it. Me neither. Extremely refreshing, and afterwards? We smelled GREAT.
In Other News
This never happens, but my knitting has actually gotten ahead of my blogging.
I’ve been dishragging up a storm.
Why yes–this is a new dishrag pattern. It’s called ‘Lobby,’ and it’s my humble submission to the 2007 Dishcloth Calendar! (The calendar is a new project from the folks who bring us the Monthly Dishcloth Knitalong. Stay tuned for details on how to run right over and order one.
There has even been the sewing-up of the knitting, always postponed as long as possible. This is the blanket for Baby Abe, which was started when I fell in love with Katia’s self-striping “Jamaica” cotton yarn last summer. Abe has been growing all this time, so after Thanksgiving I got down to business. I’m knitting the corner miters into it right now. Film at 11.
Can I Get an ‘Aw’?
OK. One of the bennies of blogging is you can tell cute stories about your kids and pets, am I right? On Thanksgiving morning, I was waiting on a bench for the A train so we could go downtown to a Balloon Party. (Fun NYC fact: if you look carefully at the real estate ads, you will see that apartments on the 7th-9th floors of buildings along Central Park West, below 77th Street, are advertised as having ‘balloon-lvl vus’. I am not kidding; it’s a selling point, the fact that once a year your home is mobbed for bagels and lox.)
So anyway, I was sitting between the kids, knitting a dishrag (needless to say). A young woman approached and asked, ‘Are you the famous knitter?’ I was a bit confused. Maybe there is some famous knitter at the 181st Street station that I don’t know about, you know? But we figured out that she lurks here sometimes and recognized me (the dishrag helped). This gave me a lovely glow as I went about my dishcloth.
A few days later, we were out walking, and Joseph asked Hubby if he had thought about running for President of the United States. (Aw!) Hubby said, well, he kind of likes the job he has. Carrie chimed in and asked wouldn’t he like it, though, to be famous? Not so much, said Hubby; he prefers the quiet life. We walked on a bit and then Joseph said, ‘But Dad, at least you’re married to a famous knitter.’
Double AW!!! Eight years old is a beautiful age.
Hope you had a grand Thanksgiving weekend with the assembled Shaynes From All Over. I would have loved to be there when baby Molly toddled up to the karaoke mike for her first crack at ‘Your Cheatin’ Heart’.
P.S. All the cool kids are putting up You Tube links. Check out this Beech Nut Gum commercial from 1966, and don’t let it go, girl!