I'm looking for a girl
with a washing machine
and a room that's cool and shady
I'm looking for a girl
with a shower and bath
come on, baby, don't look at me like that
I'm looking for a girl
with a washing machine
I ain't saying
I ain't saying I'm dirty
and I ain't saying I'm clean
oooh oooh
I'm looking for a girl
with a washing machine
and a room that's cool and shady
I'm looking for a girl
without plans for the night
I ain't saying I'm lonely
but I could use some company
I'm looking for a girl
with a washing machine
I ain't saying
I ain't saying I'm dirty
and I ain't saying I'm clean
oooh oooh
I bet you've got a washing machine
I bet you ain't got nothing at do
but I'm just a boy who came into town
I won't let you down
oooh oooh
What is it about this song?
I remember asking my friend Dave (a mine of eighties musical information) if he knew it, so we colud play it, as we were in a band together. He had never heard of it. However the band Big sleep and that song in particular were played in most clubs in the mid eighties here where I live and Greece in general.
A few years ago I was looking for it on the net, but could i find any info? No! And now suddenly there it is again...popped up out of the blue. Apparently it has even become a ringtone!
It is 1988 or 1989. The setting is the Rondo Bar in Corfu. It is sort of dark, and full of friendly faces. The place looks great, unlike what it looks like in the daylight.. "Looking for a girl with a washing machine" is playing loud, we are all drunk on youth, love, and healthy doses of alcohol. Friendships are being made that will last months, years, lifetimes. Some of us found the girl, and some of us lost her. Some of us never found her at all. And others just got the washing machine and waited for a girl without one...
It's Wednesday, early in the morning and I'm at work. "Looking for a girl.." has just started again, setting the tone for the day. Great beat, Great stops, Great lyrics, Great guitar work!!!
I wish for my life to go on like that.
Hooray for the music!!!
I love you all!
Thursday 12 March 2009
Tuesday 3 March 2009
Music! Super glue of the souls...
I'd been thinking recently of writing about certain friends of mine who have played important , musical, roles in my life. The idea was to do an article maybe on each one and the music I discovered because of or through our relationship. And then I read this article (in Greek) http://thethreewishes.wordpress.com/2009/02/27 by my friend theorema. I admire her writing so much. She is romantic and poetic but also concise and to the point. Admirable qualities... and in this article she managed to convey so eloquently, so many thoughts and feelings that I have shared. We probably ALL have shared.
Music. We love it. But not everybody does. Some people are more musical than others. Some people hate the music, others love it. And vice versa. Some music can be listened to all the time (or at least most of the time...) Some music needs its own special time. Some can make you laugh and some can make you cry. We sometimes judge people by what they listen to. We sometimes LIKE people for what they listen to. Or dislike them... Some music reminds of special times or special people.
We, the music lovers, cannot understand how someone can NOT like music or NOT be moved by it. But there you are, it happens.
There is a boy I know. I met him through my work. In his soft voice and friendly eyes, I recognised a friendly soul. Somehow, as it often does, music found its way in to our daily conversations. And we discovered lots of music we both liked. And we became friends. We've been to a few concerts together, nad I have often stayed at his house when visiting the big city. He and his woman, mostly wear black. He owns his house although he is no proponent of ownership as an idea. We have spent late summer nights together in front of the speakers, worshiping the music that brings us together. From Chatzidakis to the Fuzztones, and Oscar Brown Jr. to Nashville Pussy. As loud as it gets. A challenge to the neighbours...
It's been some time now since we last went to a concert together. Circumstances beyond our control. But I am sure that one day it will happen again...
The Bellrays are one of my all time favourite bands. Theirs was the first concert we went to together!
Music brought us together.
Music. We love it. But not everybody does. Some people are more musical than others. Some people hate the music, others love it. And vice versa. Some music can be listened to all the time (or at least most of the time...) Some music needs its own special time. Some can make you laugh and some can make you cry. We sometimes judge people by what they listen to. We sometimes LIKE people for what they listen to. Or dislike them... Some music reminds of special times or special people.
We, the music lovers, cannot understand how someone can NOT like music or NOT be moved by it. But there you are, it happens.
There is a boy I know. I met him through my work. In his soft voice and friendly eyes, I recognised a friendly soul. Somehow, as it often does, music found its way in to our daily conversations. And we discovered lots of music we both liked. And we became friends. We've been to a few concerts together, nad I have often stayed at his house when visiting the big city. He and his woman, mostly wear black. He owns his house although he is no proponent of ownership as an idea. We have spent late summer nights together in front of the speakers, worshiping the music that brings us together. From Chatzidakis to the Fuzztones, and Oscar Brown Jr. to Nashville Pussy. As loud as it gets. A challenge to the neighbours...
It's been some time now since we last went to a concert together. Circumstances beyond our control. But I am sure that one day it will happen again...
The Bellrays are one of my all time favourite bands. Theirs was the first concert we went to together!
Music brought us together.
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