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Weird, I was singing Mona Lisa as I was turning on the computer. And if that's not pain, I don't know what is.
What, you no dig Nat?
No, I love NCK. I meant the pain in the song. "Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa? Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art." I've met girls like that.
Ah, but haven't we all.There's an enormous amount of pain in Nat Cole's singing if you listen closely. He didn't wear it on both sleeves as Sinatra did by recording LPs like "Only For the Lonely", but when Cole sang of love, it was never with wide-eyed romanticism. His voice always anticipated a regret which he knew would one day follow.
Last night at bedtime, I shut out the clanging noise of Oscar with a healthy dose of Nat. His songs have been rattling around in my head all week, due in part to this post, to a recent viewing of In the Mood for Love, and the fact that local singer Al Tuck (you'd love him Tom...Orpheus reborn) has included a warbly voice-and-guitar version of Mona Lisa on his latest record. I've been singing along to it in the car and the apartment. My neighbours must love me.
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