{This is the third in an undetermined number of songs my mother taught me I'm posting this month in her memory. For background, please visit the post containing the first song, Ivory Tower.}
- I don't have a lot to say about it
- It is lively and the beat makes me feel like dancing, so I should stay awake long enough to complete the post
- The second bullet relates directly to the first bullet, further streamlining my posting this great old song and getting some real sleep.
I have her album that contains this song. The record is worn and the album jacket torn. I remember my mother playing it on the record player and standing in the middle of the living room as her full body took on the music, her long legs moving with the beat, her arms stretching out to my sister and me as a welcome to Come, Dance! And so we did, rockin' n rollin' together, getting dizzy from her strong twirls, taking movement instruction from her lead, laughing and laughing - but always with an ear for the mysterious words.....sometimes dreaming about the green door later that night.
It is with sheer joy that I post the song this early morning from my quiet Oregon neighborhood, remembering exuberant evenings in the old rental on Forest Street in Reno orchestrated to perfection by a smooth dancer with music in her soul. Green Door. One of the songs my mother taught me (to enhance my dance).
A fun and well-written bio of the artist, Jim Lowe, begins with this information that leads me to believe he had something for doors:
" Born in Springfield, Mo., Lowe didn't come to New York as a crusader. He came as a songwriter and singer who in late 1955 had a hit with "Close the Door," then a bigger one - a No. 1, in fact - with "Green Door."Additional background on the song is found at Songfacts.com where there are, well, song facts about Green Door.
