The L Word

Those who know me well can vouch for the fact that I am an incurable romantic though those who know me less well would be forgiven for thinking I am an unholy wretch with not a caring bone in my body. One must prepare a face…as T.S. Eliot says…to meet the faces that we meet. In my case the face i normally choosAe is one of hardened cynic. Hey, it works well for me professionally and generally keeps the rats at bay. Occasionally, though not often, my romantic side reveals itself. Admittedly, of late it has not been in a romantic context, but I still sometimes find myself in a candlelit condo with Con Te  Partiro by Bocelli playing at full blast.This may also be seen as a sign of mental illness but i prefer to think otherwise.


Other than such ostentatious moments I have smaller moments when i will allow a romantic thought to grab hold of my psyche. The usual manifestation of such urges is, again, music. Let’s face it lovers may come and go but music nowadays is on demand. I was listening to some music this morning before heading to work and I noticed that i tend to play the same songs over and over again. I suppose they are the songs that really, so to speak, turn my crank. The songs that somehow touch me as being truly romantic despite the often gushy sentiments. Generally speaking any song that has excessive “Baby, Baby, Baby”s in it doesn’t do it for me. That being said my favourites are an eclectic mix.


I have come to think that Sophie B Hawkin’s “As I lay me down” is possibly my favourite of the genre. It has a sweet innocence that exemplifies what i imagine true love to represent. A feeling that can make even the most hardened individual revert to some sort of childlike state. I suspect the feeling , even in Bona Fide cases, seldom lasts very long but wouldn’t it be wonderful if it could?  Savage Garden’s “Truly, Madly, Deeply” might have been a candidate but it is far too camp for any but drug addled teenagers. I have a soft spot in my heart for Melissa Etheridge so I often play “Angels would fall”. It has the edgy obsessive quality that I also think would be part of a true romantic experience. My list also includes, among others, k d lang’s version of “So in love” and Edith Piaf’s “La Vie en Rose”.


Does all this mean anything in the great scheme of things? Nope. It just gives me an insight into the ethereal world of love that exists slightly outside our grasp. Is it a purely contrived emotional state that exists only in art? Who knows. I do know that there are people who spend their lives confidently searching for the Loch Ness Monster…so why not join the club of those who believe in the face of all evidence to the contrary?

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