I Believe in a Thing Called Jazz

What? You thought I was going to write “love?” Chortle, chuckle, and haha. Sometimes I do… and sometimes I really just feel like crooning a sad tune.

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Some days you just have to spend 12 hours at work, ya know? Hence, you get two songs today to make up for the fact that I did not post one yesterday… How about two sides of the same coin, eh?

Tails (oh, Cole Porter):

Heads (woe, Yetson and Kopit):

Are You Certain?

For all of our optimism, life really is terribly uncertain. Today’s selection is a literal ballad to uncertainty… particularly in that thing called “love.” I wonder if anyone’s ever done a study… for ever song about love going right, it seems like there’s five more about it going wrong, or less than perfect. Oh right, Valentine’s Day is coming up 😉

The Life of a Song

I was talking about this project with my Maestra today, and she suggested I add some insights about this next piece to my post. What I love about this song is that it seems so simple, but is effective precisely because it doesn’t give everything away in the lyrics. At its core, it is a ballad about a woman who is haunted by a past love and she can’t let go; the story is subtle. It’s not something like “you’re in my heart, my soul, you’re my deepest obsession, and I’ll never get over yooooouuuuuuu.” Instead, she sees him in every mundane aspect of her life. That’s why he’s impossible to shake off. He’s just… there. Bless you, Sondheim.

How the West was Sung!

… That actually might be one of the original marketing slogans for the film. Hmmm. Anyway, Calamity Jane was, I believe, the first Doris Day film that I ever saw. For a little cowgirl in Cheyenne, Wyoming, it was the perfect movie to get me all excited about history and love affairs between two gunslingers and… well… until a few years ago when I saw HBO’s Deadwood. Needless to say, this version of the story is far prettier, light-hearted, and shamelessly-sappy, but I love it. This song in particular.


Honesty Hour: I was depressed a good chunk of today. I was tired, cranky at some people, glum over the state of the world… blah blah blah. My inclination when I feel like this is to retreat into doing nothing… which, surprise, doesn’t do anything to make me feel better. Instead, I changed into my gym clothes and killed my arms with some weight lifting: audible grunts, gritted teeth and all. And, as you’ll notice from today’s song, that rebellious/fighting spirit is still going strong…