On a cloudy summer afternoon we sat
And waited for the rain to stop
The pitter patter of the rain drops
Fell in love, fell in love
Time was passing by, the shadows fell
We never noticed when the rain stopped
The pitter patter of the rain drops
Fell in love, yeah
We read the papers now they lay on the floor
We each smoked our last cigarette
And nothin’ was said for an hour or more
But there’s a one thing I’ll never forget
On a cloudy summer afternoon we sat
And waited for the rain to stop
We read the papers now they lay on the floor
We each smoked our last cigarette
And nothin’ was said for an hour or more
But there’s a one thing I’ll never forget
On a cloudy summer afternoon we sat
And waited for the rain to stop
Pitter patter of those rain drops
Fell in love, fell in love
Shawn,
In the very early sixties, maybe 1961 we crossed paths during the folk resurgence of that period. The memories are fuzzy given the years and miles travelled since. I was then the Kelly part of a folk/pop duo called Kelly and John that was trying to make it in LA. I remember crashing on various floors and you playing hoot nights at the Troubador. You were greatly talented and, I must say, confident. John fell in love and moved back to Arizona. The group combusted. I made a short lived effort at being as solo artist and life intervened.
This was prompted while looking for lyrics for On a Cloudy Summer Afternoon as sung by Bud and Travis on the Liberty label. We (Kelly and John) covered that tune and, since I play twice a year, I had forgotten most of the words. While googling up came your visage looking pretty much like you did in 61.
I cannot make that claim.
There’s a very chance you don’t remember those penniless LA days but, in any event I hope this finds you well in South Africa (last known location) or elsewhere.
Best,
Steve