Regular readers of this blog will know the answer to this question so far as I am concerned.
To say the least, I have a penchant for high drama, high conflict and perhaps unrealistical levels of angst. There's probably some fancy German word for this. Or French. Or Hebrew. Something not English. Something not phelgmatic and sensible.
It's a long time since I posted a Friday music post. But I won't let the fact it's Saturday dissuade me.
I Who Have Nothing is a ridiculously over the top song. In my view, it's teetering on the cliff top just above the Sea of Risible. In Mr Tumperkin's view, it's already swimming. But I love it. And this first version by Shirley Bassey of Tiger Bay (God, the romance of that name) with it's little Spanish flamenco flourishes and her snappish delivery is just divine.
And then we have Mr Jones. His version is purest Vegas. A man's version of the song. Equally heartfelt, oddly sincere, I feel. (Mr Tumperkin is laughing, he thinks it purest cheese).
You do realise, don't you, I'm going to bring this home? It's coming. Keep reading...
So what's all this got to do with romance?
You know what I think? It's something to do with sincerity. It's something to do with just throwing your despicable sense of cool to the winds and embracing something else, something better. Something very uncool and incredibly joyful.
Feel free to jeer. I care not.
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Well, I'd rather have only listened than watched, I think. I closed my eyes, but I didn't laugh.
I have real mixed feelings about watching "high drama" in that some people do indeed come across as being sincere and perform in a heartfelt style. Others just make me feel uneasy--just seem over the top. In literature I we have all encountered high drama in stories and in some books it is just hilarious while in others the author shapes the scene and context so that the high drama seems right on. Lots of variables . . .
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