The double entendre

This story makes me smile every time I think of it.

When I was in high school, about 3 million years ago, there was this band called Rhythm Corps.  And they had a song called Common Ground.  And I liked it, so I wrote it down, so that the next time I went to Harmony House, I could see if they had the cassingle (kids: it was like a cd with one song on it that you could rewind with a bic crystal pen).  I left said piece of paper on my dresser.  Right out in the open.  No big deal.  Unless you're a teenager, with a piece of paper on your dresser that says Rhythm Corps, Common Ground.  And there's a form of birth control called the Rhythm Method, and the local crisis pregnancy center is called Common Ground.  And your Gram sees the piece of paper, and about has a coronary, but doesn't want to say anything, because she doesn't want you to feel as though your privacy is being invaded.  Even though the paper was right out in the open.  That is some serious restraint, on her part.  And trust.  And respect.  And, when she finally said something, we had a very long laugh over it.  For about 20 years.

This was also about the time she started telling me that the best form of birth control was holding an aspirin between my knees.  She told me that for about 20 years, too.

To see the awesomeness of late 80s hair (and a chicken?!)  click below:

Rhythm Corps - Common Ground
(Seriously, why is there a chicken in this video???)


Can we meet on common ground
Are our views so far apart
That there's no room to be found

Can we speak without a sound
Of a world gone quite insane
Can we start settling down

I'll not play the scene
Where the threats start flying
You'll not have to scream
Cause we're not that stupid

Can we meet on common ground

Can we meet on common ground
Are your walls all brick and stone
And far from tumbling down

Can we seat ourselves around
A table for awhile and talk
Like friends we have found

Well, all that's plain to see
While the brats start blighing
You'll not have to dream
Of a peaceful oneday

Can we meet on common ground
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Can we meet on common ground
Are our views so far apart
That there's no room to be found

Can we speak without a sound
Of a world gone quite insane
Can we start settling down, yeah

I'll not play the scene
Where the threats start flying
You'll not have to scream
Cause we're not that stupid

Whoa, can we meet on common ground
Can we meet on common ground
Can we meet on common ground
Tell me, can we meet on common ground