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Vance’sMondayAcousticPajamaParty #162 - JUST MASHING STUFF UP



Vance’sMondayAcousticPajamaParty #162 - JUST MASHING STUFF UP

When: Monday nite 6/5, 7:30pm ET


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As the old saw goes;

”I didn’t know anyone that was gay when I was a kid..” Answer - “Ohh I bet you did”.

Gay was putdown slang. Then I met my first openly gay people as I worked in a restaurant in Harvard Square. I was really too naive to have a preconception. So in 1991 I made up a whole life story, Vance-style, in hopefully the least offensive way possible, and here we have “Johnny”, from my 2nd Rounder Records album “Fugitives”. Be kind. It, too, is naive but I was learning to be ally the best I could.

Still am.

JOHNNY Vance Gilbert (c) 1992

Me and Johnny, he and I
Would gaze up at the sky
Wondering out loud
Where all the airplanes go when they go by
Running wishing we could fly
Until we had to go inside
Tomorrow we would surely try again

Now his daddy worked a daddy's job
And earned a daddy's pay
His mama made the house a home
That daddy came home to each day
And every evening after school
You'd find me standing in their yard
Underneath the window calling out

Can Johnny come out to play today?
Can Johnny come out to play?
Can Johnny come out?
Can Johnny come out?
Hey, can Johnny come out?

Now somе of us would gather at the
High school dance and laugh out loud
Making fun of somеone new who
Didn't fit in to our crowd
But Johnny wouldn't be that way
He would be the first to say
That it wasn't fair, he wouldn't play along

When Johnny went to college
There was something that he had to say
But packing station wagons
Took up all our time, got in our way
Tightly lipped and teary-eyed
We shook each other's hands goodbye
Remembering the time we used to say


The last time I saw Johnny
He was headed for the coast of Maine
He said he needed time to come to terms
With the time that remained
He said he'd seen the final days
Of many friends who'd passed this way
He couldn't bear to bring nobody down

The line is long and I'm among
The silent faces here today
Except for someone whispering
What a shame it was to waste away
If only I was half the man
That Johnny was, they'd understand
'Cause I'd shout out loud the way I used to say