Love Is Blue by Paul Mauriat on Grooveshark
I recently reacquainted myself with “Love is Blue” by Paul Mauriat.
When I hear it, I feel transported back to a candlelit suburban dining room
in the nineteen seventies. Something called Steak Dianne is being served.
The fire, the tall pepper grinder, the silverware – potential weapons all.
The adults are talking about Madalyn Murray O’Hare. The phone rings.
The North Vietnamese have captured Saigon.