"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

My Own Private Idaho...

Wandering among my music folders, here in my Pongaio, I found this song of the B52s.... does this take me back! I quickly went to Youtube and found some great videos.

The quirky, funny, mocking, sharpness,... those marvelous, what were then corny, but now is vintage, my dear, getups... and the energy! The faaabulous 80s, with that hint of irony!
And to believe I was at Rock in Rio in 1985 and saw them live!
250 thousand people all dancing along!

I do believe I've been in my own private Idaho a bit too long this year!
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Living in your own Private Idaho
Underground like a wild potato.
You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho.
You're out of control, the rivers that roll,
you fell into the water and down to Idaho.
Get out of that state, get out of that state you're in.
...and this:

Always thought there were quite a few someones partying&printing in basements in Brazilia in those astronamically-high inflation years!!!
So much legal tender flooding the market place.
Aaah! Must've been the in same unsavory "porões da ditadura"!

Just love the charrming, that certain simple life granny-canning-in-the-basement touch:
Livin' simple and trying to get by
But honey, prices have shot through the sky
So I fixed up the basement with
What I was a-workin' with
Stocked it full of jelly jars
And heavy equipment
We're in the basement...

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