Years ago, as a freshman at Southwest Texas State University, i was in school in San Marcos but had been dating a girl from Houston, my hometown. SWT, back then, was known as a suitcase college, meaning that there was nothing to do on the weekend, so go home (wherever home was) and spend it there.
The girl I was dating, Connie, was attending Stephen F. Austin State University, in Nacogdoches, so we weren’t going to be spending many weekends in either San Marcos or Nacogdoches. And, as a 19-year old guy, when Connie was happy, so was I. To that end, Connie probably had a love for music that was likely a little “headier” than mine. That summer, before school started, she and I had gone to quite a few concerts in Houston.
When I tell you “who” we saw, you’ll get a chuckle: The Supremes, the Beach Boys, the Association (Windy), Peter, Paul & Mary, The Turtles, Janis Joplin, Gary Puckett and the Union Gap, we saw ’em all. Remember, tickets back then were about $2 for very good seats. I can’t tell you how many times I would end up on 1st or 2nd rows.

Sunshine Superman himself
But there was one performer that Connie just absolutely loved and I sorta liked: Donovan Leitch. As I look back on it now, he had some very good songs, I just never put it all together till now. For his concert that summer, we had 2nd row center seats at Houston’s Music Hall. On the stage were nothing but two rugs some microphones and incense burning. And, of course, we had to wear love beads because Donovan was, after all, a peaceful fellow. I also wore a Nehru jacket. If you know what that is, I’m sorry for you AND me. If you don’t recall Donovan’s hits, they included Mellow Yellow, Atlantis, Sunshine Superman, There is a Mountain, Jennifer Juniper, Wear Your Love Like Heaven, Season of the Witch, Mellow Yellow, Catch the Wind and Lalena.
Now, come to think of it, he had quite a few hits. So, where is all this going?

December and “Mellow Yellow”
In December, I was having loads of nausea, an intimate acquaintance of the toilet. The docs wanted to put in a stent in the bile duct, so the liver could get some relief and waste could exit normally. But while we were waiting to get the stent in, I kept losing weight and my skin color was increasingly jaundiced. Everything was yellow. Family did call me mellow yellow. And I was yellow, including the whites of my eyes. I was starting to get a bit alarmed.

In the “pink” after stent recovery
So while I was in the hospital for the stent, we occasionally would hum “they call me mellow yellow.” We had a lot of fun with that. After the stent was placed, the rest of December was primarily recovering from the stent. My chest was hurting and I couldn’t sleep. But we’ve made that adjustment: the chest no longer hurts, the yellow has disappeared and, by all accounts, things are getting better. I’m putting on a little weight. I have no nausea and no one is calling me “mellow yellow” these days, which is a real gift.
Oh, also, that Donovan concert was very good. Haven’t the foggiest idea what Connie is doing these days.
If you’d like to get reacquainted with Donovan, click on the link that follows: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsP989jIWNU
January 14, 2013 at 8:30 PM
So glad you’re back in the pink, pal, and it’s great to see you smiling!
There’s a reference to Donovan in “Fakin’ It” by Simon & Garfunkel. When Paul sings that in a previous life it might have been a tailor, there’s the sound of a bell on a shop door and a woman says, “Good Morning Mr. Leitch. Have you had a busy day?”
Just another bit of worthless knowledge…
January 16, 2013 at 3:13 PM
Howdy, Dave.
Good to hear from you. Now that you mention it, I remember the Simon & Garfunkel song off the “Bookends” album. During that period S&G could do no harm. Everything they sang turned into a hit. How are you doing in the new year?
January 16, 2013 at 3:05 PM
Gave me a chuckle, you did. I wouldn’t have thought yellow was your color. You’re more of a winter, aren’t you? 😉
January 16, 2013 at 3:11 PM
You know, Connie, I have heard that some women went through that color-matching process. I would think I would be the winter guy, but I would much prefer to be the guy with pink cheeks and endless energy. Good to hear from you, Connie. Take care of yourself, my friend.
January 16, 2013 at 5:29 PM
Awesome account, Derek (although I think you left out the juicy stuff about when Connie was happy!). Sadly, I do recall ALL of what you mention, including those “stylin'” (ahem!) Nehru jackets! What a visual you conjure up. Was she wearing her ginormous bell-bottoms or cheek-showing mini-skirt and go-go boots? Thanks (I think!) for the trip down memory lane. Yikes, we’re OLD. Anyway, so glad to hear you’re back in the pink. You’re an awesome writer, my friend. Keep it up – I always need a little entertainment! 🙂
Cindy
January 19, 2013 at 10:27 PM
Thanks for the comment, Cindy. By the way, I would be gentlemanly and not tell the sordid details (not that there were any any way) of what Connie and I did. As I recall, she wore the super bell-bottoms with lots of love beads. You would have thought we were both Donovan fans! At times, I wish I still had that teenage wild abandon, but, alas, I’m happy with a retiree’s pace and dreams of spontaneity.