True Love is a Jazz song

...The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do...

I know what love is, I heard a young woman with a voice as deep as a mountain sing it to me. You can only sing love from the bottom of your stomach, love doesnt squeek. Its deep, and primal and basic and makes you crawl on all fours, mourning for reason and logic and rationality. I felt the bass thrumm under my skin, I felt her voice sink into my soul. Jazz is the only reliable way to express that kind of suffering.

Ever heard a song that makes you remember, what it felt to be in love for the first time? You feel a rush, and then a glow. And then you have bizarre conversations inside your head, with people you forgot you knew.


*Dramatic, tragic heroine voice*

Oh lord! There is love to live for! There is bad poetry and giggling and first kisses to make the world a beautiful place!

*the appearance of a lace hanky*

Huh??

*you find yourself crushed into the eager bosom of a large matronly woman leaking tears onto your head*

Dear child, dont you see???? Your prince is out there!!! He will find you and you will be happy for ever after!

*you push away from the bosom that is trying to smother you*

But thats bullshit isnt it? There really arent any princes, just ordinary guys, that lie and go to the bathroom and forget your birthday?

*the bosom swells and you are caught in its grips once more*

NO! The perfect man exists! He will sweep you of your feet with his perfect body, lavish upon you expensive gifts with his large fortune, enthrall you in the bedchamber with his immense-

*you hurridly disentangle yourself from your maroon swathed torturess*

Rubbish!

*the bosom jiggles dangerously*

Do not argue!! Now go to your room and practise being a princess infront of the mirror with that plastic tiara and a sheet tied around your waist as a train!

--------

Perhaps it is better for all concerned if I stay away from the open bars at these concerts.