Monday 4 November 2013

1 Non Blonde + 1 Dumb Blonde

Givin' it welly - eyes closed an all...


Here's two versions of the same story. Choose which one you like best.
1 Non Blonde + 1 Dumb Blonde

Why the name? Where did that come from? Well here in Spain they tell jokes about blondes, just like everywhere else in the world. But a few years ago in California there were four very smart chicks who invented the name 4 Non Blondes for their band. Why not – they were smart and they weren’t blondes
And she can dance too....
 either. They were so smart they wrote a successful song. Debbie likes to sing that song.
One day we were chatting during rehearsal about a name for the band. 
“We can’t be 4 Non Blondes ‘cos there’s two of us.” said the Blonde.
“And that’s the only reason is it? ¿isn’t here anything else?” asked the Non Blonde
“Like what?” asked the Blonde.
“Like you’re Blonde!”
Yeh, and dumb, as you now know.

This is a real Rock and roll story; the story of an ex-choir boy and a girl who sounds more like Janis than Janis did. This is a story of total commitment, hard work and success after success after success. And if you believe that your dumb – a dumb blonde maybe; and there lies a story.
A few years ago four intelligent Californian girlies with no wish to be confused with the dumb blonde variety of girlie made a splendid recording and had a smash hit with it. They decided to name themselves 4 Non Blondes. Debs likes the song – tho’ typically she doesn’t know what it’s called – and she liked the idea of not being thought dumb and she isn’t blonde; from a bottle or otherwise. But there’s the problem you see; I am. So we had to be 1 Non Blonde and 1 Dumb Blonde……. Guess who’s the intelligent one in the band and who’s the dumb one?
If it’s intelligent to just turn up now and then, sing a couple of songs, dance about looking sexy and cool then accept all the plaudits; no doubt, its Debs. If it’s dumb to be the one (a rhyme – a lyric?!) who downloads all the lyrics, learns all the chords, looks after the guitar, buys and changes strings, painstakingly tracks down an often incommunicado band mate to arrange practices, searches out no-gigs and high profile non-concerts in cool places, arranges radio and television fame; no doubt, ¡it’s me!

My; haven't we got a lot of freinds