Thursday, December 10, 2009

Morning Serenade

I am a strange person to live with. I admit this freely even though it embarasses me horribly.

No matter. I am precisely the way God made me so what other choice do I have? Believing in free will is for moral cowards, women and children; not for serious men.

Behold! What a piece of work is me: how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties; in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god!

Wait a minute . . . hold on . . . where was I?

Oh yes, at the breakfast table this morning I ended up serenading Mrs. Bissage with as much of this song as I could remember.

She said she never heard of it. What's all this about a fried egg?

This attempt at deflection annoyed me as I was obviously asking the musical question "Do you want to get a divorce?" Stated squarely thus, her immediate response was "no" as usual, which always comes as a bit of a disappointment.

Anyway, I thereupon felt obliged to take her to the computer to show her this 5th Dimension YouTube clip. She said it sounds like elevator music, but she likes the way that scoop neck leotard shapes that guy's junk.

Who can argue with that?


Cut It said...


Bleh. Anyway, moving on... that song/ musical act soooood does not belong on Soul Train.

Bissage said...

I ask Mrs. Bissage for a divorce all the time. It is in this way I keep my nagging conscience at bay. So far, the score is something like Mrs. Bissage = 5,371, me = 0. She seems to think I'm some kind of a catch, silly girl.

Anyway, she thought Marilyn McCoo was Gladys Knight. Boy oh boy. Kids these days.

Hey, wait a minute. There's a blog entry in there, somewhere!

Anonymous said...

It's hard to believe that was popular music in my lifetime.
Just about my only claim to fame is that I knew Jimmy Webb. I was in a Harmony I class with him.

Should that be, "AN Harmony I class?" Make straight in the desert an 'ighway for the last strumpet.

But if you want lugubrious music in a minor key, why not go whole hog back to the 17th century, when they did minor key dreariness right?

Bissage said...

Thank you for that, Theo. They say you learn something new every day and I’ve just learned that I go for minor key dreariness in a big way, at least when it’s done right.

Please know that I greatly admire your knowledge of music, as well as your other talents.

Anonymous said...

Well, the interesting thing about this song is its musical complexity. What I was trying to imply about the 5th Dimension—and other similar groups back then—was what good musicians they were, despite the polyester. Dark thoughts and vocal technique does not sell music on iTunes these days.

Dark thoughts maybe if they're Rap....

But most modern pop music is so poor on just about every level that it makes my hair hurt to listen to it. Sentiments like these don't work today.

Which it too bad, because I'm always in favor of minor key feelings.

So, here're some Medieval sort-of minor-key sentiments—actually in the same key as the 5th Dimmension—that are antidotes to One Less Bell to Answer.

These are the words at the beginning. More follows, but all you need to know is here:

Douce dame jolie,
Pour dieu ne pens├ęs mie
Que nulle ait signorie
Seur moy fors vous seulement.

Sweet, lovely lady
for god's sake do not think
that I am devoted to any woman
but you alone.

Anonymous said...

That should be, " not sell music...."

Bissage said...

Thanks for that, Theo.

Anonymous said...

You have got to see this. Obama playing on XBox. Funniest video ever.