All the time
Every single moment
I spent with you
I treasured it like it was a precious jewel
Save me baby
(side note, what’s up with the rotary phone onstage at 5:40?)
Month: February 2014
Musically Inclined for Valentine’s – The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
The first time
Ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars
Were the gifts you gave
To the dark
And the endless skies my love
Musically Inclined for Valentine’s – Superstar
This version is super special simply because it is a live performance and if memory serves me correct, one of his last. Luther Vandross took The Carpenter’s song, demolished it and rebuilt it as his own. However, in this performance, it is as if he demolished his own version and rebuilt it as the pinnacle of a musical performance. I miss you, Luther…
Musically Inclined for Valentine’s – Betcha By Golly Wow
You’re the one that I’ve been waiting for forever
And ever will my love for you keep growing strong
Keep growing strong
Musically Inclined for Valentine’s – You Are My Starship
‘Cause you are my starship
Come take me up tonight
And don’t be late
And don’t you come too soon…
A Flock of Seagulls
Because I just can’t help it…
Vitamin D(elight)
Ahhhhh….the sun. The outdoors. I’ve had the fortune of spending time outside absorbing some much-needed Vitamin D(elight) and enjoying the feeling of well-being that it imparts. In addition to sitting outside soaking up the Vitamin D(elight), I now see a flock of seagulls. Not the ’80s band who immortalized the lyrics, “And I ran. I ran so far away. I just ran.
I ran all night and day. I couldn’t get away.” but a literal flock of seagulls circling and gliding on the wind and doing what seagulls do.
“The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life. . . . The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds — how many human aspirations are realised in their free, holiday-lives — and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!”
John Burroughs (1837 – 1921), Birds and Poets, 1887