A year ago on 11th February (3 days before Valentine’s Day no less), one of the greatest female artists and one of the world’s most praised vocalists of all time, Whitney Houston tragically passed away.
In college I tried to come up with a definition of love. It was something like “a deep connection of two people tied together with the inextricable bonds of care and commitment.”
I used to think that was pretty good. But as I get older I think of it differently. As a baseline, love needs three things:
Hello hello, to another Music Monday! I recently saw The Greatest Showman, a movie about the birth of P.T. Barnum’s circus. Note, I have no idea how much of this movie is fictional and how much is based on fact. What I do know is that, in a musical filled with amazing numbers, this is my absolute favorite song. Zac Efron really does belong in musicals (Hairspray and HSM, anyone?) and Zendaya has a gorgeous voice. The scene that accompanies this song is a beautiful example of aerial dance and was thrilling to watch. I highly recommend this movie and soundtrack!
Hello hello, to another Music Monday! I recently saw The Greatest Showman, a movie about the birth of P.T. Barnum’s circus. Note, I have no idea how much of this movie is fictional and how much is based on fact. What I do know is that, in a musical filled with amazing numbers, this is my absolute favorite song. Zac Efron really does belong in musicals (Hairspray and HSM, anyone?) and Zendaya has a gorgeous voice. The scene that accompanies this song is a beautiful example of aerial dance and was thrilling to watch. I highly recommend this movie and soundtrack!
There is certain ineffable beauty in hand holding gestures.
Hand Touching Psychology In Films.
Films In Order - My Best Friends Wedding, Casino Royale, Normal People, Pride And Prejudice, Anna Karenina, Emma, Bridgerton, Atonement, To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, Call Me By Your Name
Know that I’ve not just let you hold my hand, my delicate heart rests in your hands. So, hold it tight and keep it safe because you’re already sending me to despair.
In the mood for Love. (Masterful evocation of romantic longing and fleeting moments.)
In record stores 20 years ago this week. Hard to believe. Sardonic observers of the passing scene or sentimental romantics? Tough call with Pulp. Or maybe they eat their cake and have it too. As with most of Jarvis Cocker’s work (for which lyrics are written across a Möbius strip of irony), it’s hard to say if he’s putting us on or not, and it’s easy to say that it doesn’t matter either way. Heartbreak as hilarity, and the human experience as eternal pratfall, are always solid entertainment. And Pulp basically own the concept.
