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“Kate,” Part II<\/h2>\n

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\u00a0I\u2019ve Got You Under My Skin, by Cole Porter, sung by the Four Seasons (1966), encountered 1966<\/h3>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [To paraphrase Huckleberry Finn, you don’t know a thing about this story without you have read the previous entry<\/a>.\u00a0 Read it first, and then come back.<\/em>]<\/p>\n

Kate did<\/em> come to my party.\u00a0 Obviously, my guy friends didn\u2019t get her; they were giving me grief.\u00a0 They took exception to the girls holding hands with each other while we were all singing to guitars, for instance.\u00a0 I took exception, too, when it came to Kate, but only because she wasn\u2019t holding hands with me.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Power of Positive Thinking<\/h3>\n

I just thought about Kate all the time \u2013 well, all the time that wasn\u2019t devoted to thinking about other girls.\u00a0 A coed high school, even a small one like the one I attended, is a smorgasbord of sexual and romantic fantasies.\u00a0 In between pining for Kate, there were some other distractions.[1] \u00a0But all this to-do with other girls still left the lioness\u2019 share of my musings for Kate.<\/p>\n

And so, as the winter rolled along, I contrived various ways of getting Kate to talk to me.\u00a0 For one, I signed up (as she had), for the student matinees of a professional theater company resident at the University.\u00a0 Sitting next to her once a month in the dark!\u00a0 I would hope that our arms would brush, and frequently I\u2019d sort of convince myself temporarily we were touching when I more or less knew we really weren\u2019t.\u00a0 And we had some long talks.\u00a0 Once more, the dynamic of smart kids together made a bond.\u00a0 Clearly we had been sitting in the dark watching the actors for much the same reasons.<\/p>\n

Come February I asked her to the Sophomore Prom.\u00a0 (Always held in the dead of February, as opposed to the summery feel of the Senior Prom.)\u00a0 Kate said yes, to my delight.\u00a0 I gathered that her parents were sick of the guy in the band and very pleased to hear someone else was taking an interest.\u00a0 That nugget of information should have worried me, but I took it as a good sign.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Big Date<\/h3>\n

On the evening of the Prom itself, I was a little ahead of time.\u00a0 I might have wanted to loiter in the vicinity to contrive a less premature appearance, but Kate\u2019s dog heralded my arrival, and there was Kate at the door, in a turquoise dress, wearing lipstick.\u00a0 So uncharacteristic, but exciting.\u00a0 I handed over the requisite white carnations.<\/p>\n

I met the parents; Dad, I wrote down in my journal as \u201ca television paterfamilias.\u201d\u00a0 I believe he had a red cardigan sweater and even a pipe, and seemed to my untutored eye to be radiating calm and maturity.\u00a0 Mom seemed pleasant, too.\u00a0 What I wasn\u2019t seeing!\u00a0 I must have been looking at a household in agony, well down the path to dissolution. Within three years, Dad would be teaching in another state, living with a girlfriend.\u00a0 You\u2019d think that a child of divorce like me would have picked up on something, but no, not a clue.\u00a0 And Kate, whatever she might be going through, was giving nothing away.\u00a0 (Well, she did that fall \u2013 but I\u2019m getting ahead of myself.)<\/p>\n

I offered to take a cab, but Kate was happy to walk.\u00a0 Suddenly, we were on the same street as the school \u2013 and Ella\u2019s home.\u00a0 We could hardly not mention Ella.\u00a0 Kate decried Ella\u2019s choice to live with her half-sister, thought it was very mixed up \u2013 why I no longer recall.\u00a0 What struck me, though, as really mixed up was the brute fact that the path from school to Kate led past Ella.<\/p>\n

The dance I treasure in my memory.\u00a0 Setting: the school library.\u00a0 The band was, thank heavens, not the same band as had been playing that previous September night.\u00a0 And shortly we were up and dancing.\u00a0 Kate\u2019s thick red hair tumbled in front of her face so much, I couldn\u2019t see it clearly.\u00a0 That just made her prettier to me.\u00a0 Me ponying and freestyling, Kate doing the jerk.\u00a0 I\u2019d polished my foxtrot skills for the slow numbers, but Kate only did a two-step.\u00a0 Not much time for anybody\u2019s style of slow stuff, though, because in came \u2013 naturally \u2013 Ella and Tim.\u00a0 Kate dragged me over to talk to them at the refreshment table.\u00a0 Ella obviously still didn\u2019t want to talk to me, though Tim and I got along fine.\u00a0 (I later learned that a mutual friend had given Tim a backgrounder on Ella and me, to ease the diplomatic awkwardness.)\u00a0 They only wanted to dance slow ones \u2013 well, join the club.<\/p>\n

As it happened, I was friends with the drummer, and told him that in the second set, his band should keep mostly to the slow numbers.\u00a0 Soon I was thanking goodness for my friends in high places.\u00a0 When you\u2019re 16 and you dance a number of slow dances with a girl, she does get more comfortable after a while, gets into the little liberties you take.<\/p>\n

It is, I believe, a very natural reaction.\u00a0 Nice boys are \u2013 well, were in my era anyhow \u2013 taught that girls know what they want, what their limits and desires are, and you can exploit those limits and then you\u2019re done.\u00a0 In truth, however, I don\u2019t think it is really all that different for girls than it is for us: flirtation lays down a logic all of our bodies have a hard time not following.\u00a0 And dancing is a license to flirt.\u00a0 The closer the dancing, the less escapable the logic.<\/p>\n

So, no escaping for Kate right then.\u00a0 My leg was in between hers at times, pressing back that turquoise dress, and my head was resting on the nape of her neck.\u00a0 (I did have to disengage a couple of times because her hair lacquer stung through my pores, and that lovely red hair would get in my mouth.)\u00a0 I wasn\u2019t forcing anything; she was as much a part of it as I.\u00a0 We were both hot and sweaty, and I simply loved it.<\/p>\n

After that, we repaired to a place my journal records as the Pizza King, of which I lack all recall.\u00a0 I see that I had my arm around her waist the whole time, sans objection.\u00a0 But when we sat down with Cokes, I lacked the words to press my advantage.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t say I loved her, couldn\u2019t use endearments, couldn\u2019t ask her to be my girl.\u00a0 We talked about some pretty racy stuff: topless bathing suits (Rudi Gernreich\u2019s launch of this audacious item having happened little more than a year before<\/a>).\u00a0 But I lacked the words, and she the interest.\u00a0 And so we went home, her arm admittedly around my waist, mine over her shoulders.<\/p>\n

And no, no goodnight kiss.\u00a0 I did get to chat up her parents some more.\u00a0 Then we were standing at the door, and Kate was holding the cat.\u00a0 \u201cSay goodnight, Solomon,\u201d she said.\u00a0 I got to touch Solomon, and Kate\u2019s forearm, by a different and more direct route.<\/p>\n

Well, of course I was in a daze, notwithstanding.\u00a0 My studies took a hit for a while, and as I was very serious about my grades, I eventually had to set diligently about fixing them, un-hitting them, if you will.\u00a0 Meanwhile, Kate was proactive about seeing me again, inviting me to accompany her to a showing of Olivier\u2019s movie of Othello<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I could tell myself whatever I wanted, for instance that Ella had just been a dress rehearsal, that at last I had arrived where I was heading \u2013 but the truth was I wasn\u2019t quite there.\u00a0 And there was little activity after Othello<\/em> for a bit.\u00a0 But I kept my spirits up on the strength of another invitation \u2013 this to an April party at Kate\u2019s house. And it was some consolation that my grades had started to recover.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Party Time<\/h3>\n

The party itself was the kind of party that artistic intellectual white kids threw in that particular era: music on the hi-fi, arguments about Vietnam, lots of making out, and a lone African American boy, whom we still would have spoken of as a Negro.\u00a0 (And a little later, with growing self-awareness, would have called him a token Negro.)\u00a0 I was probably the oldest one there, most of the guests being freshmen.<\/p>\n

This was all happening down in Kate\u2019s basement.\u00a0 As I reached the bottom of the stairs, there stood a short, terribly buxom girl with, as I recall, a black page haircut, wearing white slacks and a green pullover.\u00a0 I stuck out my hand; she introduced herself as, let us say, Zsuska.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know where she went to school, but it was neither of the places whose students I knew.<\/p>\n

There was a girl there from another high school, tall, made up with a lot of dark eyeshadow, who was the date of the black boy, and she was proposing that we have a seance.\u00a0 But no one else was interested in that.\u00a0 Dancing was the big item that evening.<\/p>\n

I danced a couple of numbers with a serious-minded girl I\u2019ll call Cilla, had an argument with Cilla about Vietnam (I was still pro, she contra), and then found myself with Zsuska, whose looks did not appeal to me.\u00a0 Zsuska wanted to dance, however, so we too stood up for a couple of numbers.\u00a0 I became aware, however, that she seemed to have come with \u2013 call him Henry, a diffident young man, and Kate was talking with someone else named Jim.\u00a0 So I tried to disengage myself.<\/p>\n

In hindsight, this was what you call not going with the flow.\u00a0 Item: Kate was going to spend the entire evening with that other guy, Jim, whatever I said or did.\u00a0 Item: Henry was and remains to this day gay (regardless of how much vocabulary either of us had for this at the time \u2013 in my case very little and in Henry\u2019s case conceivably none either).\u00a0 Item: Zsuska was not going to let me out of there without me asking her out.\u00a0 I have a distinct suspicion now that my fate may have been a matter of negotiation between Kate and Zsuska before I even got there.<\/p>\n

I wandered around trying to make conversation, and found that this ever-so-slightly-younger generation was much more radical than my ever-so-slightly older one.\u00a0 Just two years made a difference.\u00a0 Everyone else thought President Johnson, whom I still idolized, was an evil to be resisted.<\/p>\n

So I looked at some records.\u00a0 Zsuska came over and told me I couldn\u2019t wait around for girls to offer themselves to me, which of course led to my sitting back down with\u00a0Henry\u00a0and Zsuska.\u00a0 Henry seemed oblivious to me, but Zsuska presently said \u201cHenry, don\u2019t you think we should let other people get a chance to dance with us?\u201d \u2013 looking straight at me.\u00a0 Henry had to say yes.<\/p>\n

I soon discovered that Zsuska was nothing if not direct.\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t know anything about you,\u201d she told me, though I already knew this wasn\u2019t strictly true, since she\u2019d admitted Kate had told her something about me.\u00a0 As we slowly danced, I gave her a capsule of my life, and she responded by telling me about her days as a child in other lands.\u00a0 Then she asked me what I thought of her.\u00a0 I tried to field this diplomatically, but I said I thought she was rather an aggressive person.\u00a0 She replied that she had to be, because otherwise nobody asked her to dance, which surprised me.\u00a0 She claimed no one had asked her out.\u00a0 I responded with remarks about breaks being bound to come one\u2019s way.\u00a0 Not surprisingly, she was treating me as the very break I was describing, pressing her bosom hard against my chest.<\/p>\n

I said, \u201cHey you really are being aggressive.\u201d<\/p>\n

She pulled back.\u00a0 \u201cDon\u2019t you want me to?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I don\u2019t mind at all,\u201d I said, and she happily pressed even harder against me.\u00a0 You don\u2019t have to ask a 16-year old straight boy if he likes the feel of a girl\u2019s breast against him; all the same I was worried about Henry, and when the lights were turned up to search for another girl\u2019s lost earring, I extricated myself and went back to Cilla.\u00a0 And yet, and yet I wanted to go back to Zsuska.\u00a0 Don\u2019t ask me why I was playing Prince Hamlet about all of this.\u00a0 But Cilla called it a night, to my relief, and I immediately cut in on Henry-the-future-gay and Zsuska.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019s it going?\u201d I asked Zsuska.\u00a0 \u201cLovely, thanks to you,\u201d she said, and looked into my eyes with a look that even then I called \u201cnaked desire\u201d \u2013 in quotes.\u00a0 It was as if she had studied what that was supposed to look like in the mirror, and was trying it on.\u00a0 I mean, I didn\u2019t mind, but I could not rid myself of the notion that it was a performance.\u00a0 James Bond might have had that kind of effect on women: in my wildest fantasies, I knew that I surely did not.\u00a0 My journal does not record what I said in immediate response, but she was telling me around then that I was too old for Kate, and that she (at 16 like me) was too old for Henry, Kate\u2019s classmate.\u00a0 I did note that when I said something about Henry later, she just \u201cmoaned sensually in my ear.\u201d\u00a0 Out of male trade unionism, though, I did insist that she let Henry cut in at some point, but only for a while.\u00a0 I cut in myself yet again, and at this point Zsuska was trying to get me to kiss her.<\/p>\n

Not there, I told myself, not in front of everyone.\u00a0 But Kate and fate kept throwing Zsuska and me in each other\u2019s way.\u00a0 Henry and a boy left together, and it was Zsuska\u2019s mom who gave me a lift home.\u00a0 Of course there was a date arranged.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Little Date<\/h3>\n

I have seldom been so humiliated by myself as that date made me.\u00a0 We went to the theater to see a war movie, and from the moment I saw Zsuska at the theater, I knew it was all wrong.\u00a0 She really was not attractive, not to me.\u00a0 And I had to be polite and flirt, and hold her hand.\u00a0 And all I wanted to do was get away.\u00a0 I suppose that by now I was sort of in the position Ella had earlier occupied with me.\u00a0 I desperately did not want to hurt or humiliate Zsuska, but I also wanted the date to end.\u00a0 And I recognized that my lack of interest in her was not based on anything profound: I just didn\u2019t care for her looks, especially in daylight.\u00a0 I must have hurt her; she must have known.<\/p>\n

I could be easier on myself, and point to the obviousness of the danger signs when someone comes onto you like that.\u00a0 But that would be giving my younger self too much credit.\u00a0 There was only one other thought contributing to my insensitive treatment of Zsuska: she wasn\u2019t Kate.\u00a0 And that I knew before asking Zsuska out.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Hallooing To The Reverberate Hills<\/h3>\n

Kate, I guess, continued to date that other guy, Jim, until the school year ended.\u00a0 That summer, she was somewhere else.\u00a0 I knew she was out of town, and yet somehow, I kept finding reasons to visit her home.\u00a0 Not knocking, not asking if anyone else was there.\u00a0 Just walking by.<\/p>\n

I was a bit like Viola\u2019s notion of herself, were she in love with Olivia:<\/p>\n

[I would m]ake me a willow cabin at your gate,
\nAnd call upon my soul within the house;
\nWrite loyal cantons of contemned love,
\nAnd sing them loud even in the dead of night;
\nHalloo your name to the reverberate hills,
\nAnd make the babbling gossip of the air
\nCry out \u201c\u201cOlivia!\u201d\u201d [2]<\/address>\n

I wasn\u2019t exactly making cabins at Kate\u2019s gate, and my hallooing was strictly internal.\u00a0 But the emotion was the same.\u00a0 And to get to her gate, I usually managed to take the way from the school past Ella\u2019s house down to Kate\u2019s.<\/p>\n

Which is not to say that I suddenly stopped looking at others.\u00a0 I escorted a girl named Jill to the Senior Prom at the end of junior year.\u00a0 And in a later piece I\u2019ll talk about the girls of Lake Michigan who crossed my path that summer.<\/p>\n

I just felt more deeply about her than the others.\u00a0 But it wasn\u2019t reciprocated, at least not to that point.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Perfect Song for the Imperfect Situation<\/h3>\n

That fall, the fall of 1966, the Four Seasons came out with a song that expressed exactly how I felt, their cover of Cole Porter\u2019s immortal I\u2019ve Got You Under My Skin<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Don’t you know little fool, you never can win<\/address>\n
Use your mentality, wake up to reality<\/address>\n
But each time I do, just the thought of you<\/address>\n
Makes me stop before I begin<\/address>\n
‘Cause I’ve got you under my skin.<\/address>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Not that I knew anything at that age about the Four Seasons\u2019 version being a cover.\u00a0 Unbeknownst to me, the song had been recorded hundreds of times, from its premiere in the movie Born To Dance<\/em> (1936), where it netted a Best Song Academy Award nomination,[3] right up to the 1960s. \u00a0Never, so far as I was or am aware, had it been sung or recorded in similar fashion up to that point.<\/p>\n

There had previously been two predominant approaches: croony, a la Bing Crosby,[4] and swinging, a la Frank Sinatra.[5]\u00a0 I would not have been interested in either in those days.\u00a0 Those approaches each maintained a certain distance from the pain and doubt in the lyric: the croony because crooning is by definition a kind of controlled and hence subversive approach to torchy emotions, and the swinging because the jauntiness in it is not merely subversive: it\u2019s actively antithetical to torchy feelings.\u00a0 I\u2019m not knocking these approaches, which are perfectly valid \u2013 indeed, later in life I came to recognize Sinatra\u2019s recording (arranged by Nelson Riddle) as an exhilarating knockout, a total masterpiece.\u00a0 But one thing Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons never were was ironic or subversive.\u00a0 There is a heavy-breathing, laying-it-all-on-the-line quality to this rendition which made it perfect for a likely-to-be-disappointed teenage lover.[6]<\/p>\n

And there was something more: the harmonies.\u00a0 Producer Bob Crewe spotted something in the song that no other version I know of to that date had picked up on: one little musical phrase that he took out of context, changed slightly, and turned into the centerpiece of the production.\u00a0 This was the phrase sung to the words \u201cgo so well,\u201d in the line: \u201cI said to myself this affair never will go so well.\u201d\u00a0 As written, it\u2019s F, F#, F#. Well, according to my sheet music, actually F#, G, G, since Crewe also moved the song down one key, from Eb to D (one presumes to give Frankie Valli\u2019s falsetto a little more headroom).\u00a0 Here\u2019s what it looks like in the original (and I apologize for the blurriness):[7]\"\"<\/p>\n

Crewe took this phrase, and instead of starting with Porter\u2019s sophisticated and bluesy accidental (as the F# pictured above is if you\u2019re in the key of Eb, and the F is if, like Crewe, you\u2019re playing in the key of D), took the launching note for the phrase one half step down, to E, F#, F#.\u00a0 It sounded squarer, more sincere.\u00a0 And now Crewe had the essential building block for his recasting of the song.\u00a0 He paired the revised cadence up with the bells and with the words \u201cnever win,\u201d and played it and had the Seasons sing it over and over, at moments of heavy emotion including the false ending, either as E, F#, F#, or, to come close to resolving on the key, D, E, E.\u00a0 He gets some gorgeous chords that way and manages to make the song less about obsessed hope than obsessed despair.\u00a0 (\u201cNever win, never win.\u201d)[8]<\/p>\n

It might have been better if I\u2019d taken Crewe\u2019s point to heart while I was listening to the song.\u00a0 But I still thought maybe I had a chance.<\/p>\n

[Continued in the next entry<\/a>.<\/em>]<\/p>\n

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[1]\u00a0\u00a0 I tried to take some liberties with another freshman, which were, mercifully, lightly rebuffed.\u00a0 I asked out a future lesbian whose incipient sexual trajectory was quite obvious in retrospect; we were both probably clueless about that at that point, but I certainly never got to take her out.\u00a0 There was senior too whom I\u2019d taken to the Sophomore Prom the year before.<\/p>\n

[2]\u00a0\u00a0 Twelfth Night, act 1, sc. 5, l. 268-76.<\/p>\n

[3]\u00a0\u00a0 The initial singer was Virginia Bruce<\/a> (1910-1982).\u00a0 Her version<\/a> is a straight-up croon.<\/p>\n

[4]\u00a0\u00a0 I have a 10-inch LP of my mom\u2019s issued in 1950 entitled Bing Crosby Sings Cole Porter<\/em> with his rendition of the song.\u00a0 It does not show up on AllMusic or in any of the other online resources.\u00a0 So I can\u2019t hyperlink to any source for it.\u00a0 I think it\u2019s fair to call this version a fox-trot, though Porter wrote it as a beguine.<\/p>\n

[5]\u00a0\u00a0 See it here<\/a>.\u00a0 Buy it here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

[6]\u00a0\u00a0 If you can recall their hits, think how many of them deal gravely with the divisions (often matters of money or social standing) between lovers: Sherry<\/em> (1962), Dawn<\/em> (1964), Big Man in Town<\/em> (1964), for instance.\u00a0 I\u2019ve Got You Under My Skin<\/em> at least doesn\u2019t drag this simplistic kind of explanation into the mix.\u00a0 Cole Porter understood that love can be stressed or disappointed for all kinds of reasons.<\/p>\n

[7]\u00a0 This will take a moment to download, but is clearer: I’ve Got You Under My Skin Excerpt<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

[8]\u00a0\u00a0 It\u2019s my hope eventually to write in these pages about a 2009 recasting of the song.\u00a0 And we\u2019ll pick up on this theme again then.<\/p>\n

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Kate, I guess, continued to date that other guy, Jim, until the school year ended. That summer, she was somewhere else. I knew she was out of town, and yet somehow, I kept finding reasons to visit her home. Not knocking, not asking if anyone else was there. Just walking by. That fall, the fall of 1966, the Four Seasons came out with a song that expressed exactly how I felt, their cover of Cole Porter\u2019s immortal I\u2019ve Got You Under My Skin. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,968],"tags":[2275,2292,2300,1290,2294,2291,1707,2296,2299,2277,2273,2280,1736,2293,2272,2287,2279,978,62,2283,2097,2289,2285,2278,354,2286,2276,2301,2284,2298,2297,2274,2282,2290,2281,109,2288,2295,979],"class_list":["post-1912","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-closeup","category-theme-songs","tag-2275","tag-academy-awared","tag-big-man-in-town","tag-bing-crosby","tag-bob-crewe","tag-born-to-dance","tag-cole-porter","tag-crooning","tag-dawn","tag-divorce","tag-four-seasons","tag-foxtrot","tag-frank-sinatra","tag-frankie-valli","tag-ive-got-you-under-my-skin","tag-james-bond","tag-jerk","tag-laurence-olivier","tag-lyndon-johnson","tag-monokini","tag-nelson-riddle","tag-olivia","tag-othello","tag-pony","tag-president-lyndon-johnson","tag-prince-hamlet","tag-prom","tag-rag-doll","tag-rudi-gernreich","tag-sherry","tag-swinging","tag-the-four-seasons","tag-topless-bathing-suit","tag-twelfth-night","tag-two-step","tag-vietnam-war","tag-viola","tag-virginia-bruce","tag-william-shakespeare"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thebigpictureandthecloseup.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1912","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thebigpictureandthecloseup.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thebigpictureandthecloseup.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thebigpictureandthecloseup.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thebigpictureandthecloseup.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1912"}],"version-history":[{"count":26,"href":"https:\/\/thebigpictureandthecloseup.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1912\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5476,"href":"https:\/\/thebigpictureandthecloseup.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1912\/revisions\/5476"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thebigpictureandthecloseup.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1912"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thebigpictureandthecloseup.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1912"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thebigpictureandthecloseup.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1912"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}