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Posted by Mummy Dearest on Nov-12-2005

You know, if you went anywhere in Italy and they served you four ravioli, arranged artistically, you would run a good chance of being lynched. Eh, the food was good, just not abundant and in the end, I shall always loathe polenta.

I know corn meal mush when I see it.

But we laugh and gossip and I invite them and their kids over for tomorrow. That will make 15 altogether here tomorrow, 9 kids. But they were all friends a hundred years ago and it might be nice. Plus, when you start with 6 kids, 9 will only make it better. Eh, in this case, they will play with each other.

Luc and I and The Father argue for a good twenty minutes about the song Hotel California. We all agree that it is a metaphor. However, The Father and Luc say that it is a boy song ( here I’m thinking carpaccio), it is obviously about a whore house, hey, got those mirrors on the ceiling, don’t we ?

I am saying that it is a metaphor of the sixties, when everyone went to California, wore flowers in their hair and reveled in the sexual revolution. That The Hotel California is a symbol of the sixties. They ask me, well, what about the mirrors, huh, huh ? And I say, well , what about the line we haven’t had this vintage here since 1969? Huh ? What comes after 1969 ? Huh? Why that year , 1968 was a more pivotal year, wasn’t it, huh, huh? And can anyone ever really leave a sixties frame of mind behind, doesn’t it just always call and beckon to one ?

I won’t back down, they won’t let their mirrors go. They have to admit that the 1969 reference is… curious.

We have a mutual friend who spent his youth being admired by all of us, to no end. We thought he was the cosmic cowboy supreme.

Recently, he told me that he has never listened to the lyrics of music.

Imagine that.

Well, I for one cannot.

  1. Karen Said,

    Now, I don’t want to upset the apple-cart here, but I always thought the lyric was 1959, not 1969…

  2. sue Said,

    Actually, I woke up this morning and decided the song was about the myth of California, not just the sixties.

    Here you go :

    On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
    Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
    Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
    My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
    I had to stop for the night
    There she stood in the doorway;
    I heard the mission bell
    And I was thinking to myself,
    ’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
    Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
    There were voices down the corridor,
    I thought I heard them say…

    Welcome to the hotel california
    Such a lovely place
    Such a lovely face
    Plenty of room at the hotel california
    Any time of year, you can find it here

    Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
    She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
    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’
    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

    Mirrors on the ceiling,
    The pink champagne on ice
    And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
    And in the master’s chambers,
    They gathered for the feast
    The stab it with their steely knives,
    But they just can’t kill the beast

    Last thing I remember, I was
    Running for the door
    I had to find the passage back
    To the place I was before
    ’relax,’ said the night man,
    We are programmed to receive.
    You can checkout any time you like,
    But you can never leave!

  3. Nean Said,

    I don’t think artists ever really know what they are talking about and their theories about their work are usually to be entirely disregarded. However, the song was intended to be about the west coast music industry and its effect on the musicians who find themselves ensnared in its web — in other words, it’s about selling out. Which is also very Baby Boomer I must say, *sniff*.

  4. Karan Said,

    I always thought it was about drug use but mostly I just liked singing along to it. The hotel on the album cover was a picture of a hotel in Palm Springs pretty close to my high school days home and it’s since been torn down.

  5. Karan Said,

    My husband tells me my memory has failed me…he says the hotel on the album cover is the Beverly Hills Hotel. While it appears that he may be correct, I’m not yet willing to concede.

  6. sue Said,

    Neener- we also talked about Ina Gadda Davida, a classic, and Nights in White Satin.

    I actually came to the brilliant conclusion that nobody cares about the lyrics of Nights in White Satin as a whole, but that everybody loves the line : Letters I’ve written, Never meaning to send.

    I can be really pompous when being fed artsy food on square plates.

  7. sue Said,

    Karan,did hub- bub have a nice birthday ?

    Say, what are you getting him this year for Christmas- I need ideas!

  8. Karan Said,

    Yes, he did…we have a rule here…a new one really because we were getting out of hand with the gift giving…we don’t spend money on a “gift”. We can spend a minor amount on the assembling of one, but no pre-made gift buying is permitted. He made the rule so for his birthday he received a plate of cookies from the girl, a scavenger hunt from the boy and a small painting from me plus his favorite dinner from all of us. He liked it all very much.

    Christmas…idunnoyet

    How was Han’s bd?

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