50 shades of grey are a lot more than just a touch of grey, but it still only contains mixtures of black and white. What would it be like to live in a world without colors? I guess if you never saw any colors that you wouldn’t miss them. 50 shades of grey is an erotic romance, but what about Fandango in a Whiter Shade of Pale, which is supposedly a snapshot of a drunken sexual escapade gone awry, reaching its culmination in the oblivion and forgetfulness of sex. I have never skipped the light fandango, but it is on my bucket list and if I could do the fandango with Scaramouche, I could die a happy man. If I could Gavotte across the floor with Carley Simon, that would probably be the next best thing, because I still think that song is about me.
The lyrics in this song are very strange, but I think that it is about a groupie that wanted to travel around with the band. In the beginning the band is partying in some club. They are skipping the light fandango, turning cartwheels across the floor, someone is feeling seasick, but the crowd called out for more. The groupie was a party chick probably taking acid, and as the room was humming harder, she saw the ceiling flew away. Stay with me here, the miller tells this girl a tale which makes her face turn a whiter shade of pale. I figure that the miller told her that there was no more room for this girl in the entourage, which shocked her. She knew many of the other groupies that were traveling with the group and she wanted to be with the band and with her friends. She wanted to be one of the sixteen vestal virgins that would be traveling towards the coast. The guy singing the song heard her plea, but he was not listening as if his eyes were closed. And so she did not get to go with them, but I could be totally wrong about all of this.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt today is to use either “black, grey or white”.