Wednesday, April 29, 2009
This is definetly a "Danbury Day".
maybe an early morning or late afternoon sprinkle or mist.
That is what we came to call them after we had moved many miles away. We still do obviously. It was usually a Sunday that these low brow days appeared. But that's okay, we recognized them and eventually appreciated their slow-paced, low -keyed,reflective, ambience.
They sounded like "Southern Sundays"(alabama) or "You've Got A Friend" (carol king) Or"Alone Again"(gilbert o'sullivan),
and"Hello, It's Me"(t.rundgren), Ooh,ooh,Baby,Baby,(linda ronstadt). They looked like those songs sounded.
Do you remember those days in a tiny little hamlet with the humidity so thick you could cut it with a knife, the mosquitos almost the same, the air that still?
Those days, those sweet,sultry,simple days,
The life you had back then-