Yes, wonderful is just the word for it. I became an Esther fan rawther late in life, leading me to believe that the well's not QUITE dried up.
There's always something more, regardless of how jaded one might be. Thanks to the internet!
And by "jaded", of course, I was referring to me. "Bitter" is another word that comes to mind, but I digress.
Every other version of this song, I always assumed "him" deserved to be loved. The way she sings it, however, I think the bastard not only broke, but also stomped on her heart.And she is still right there, no matter how wrong she knows it is to be so.
Well said, my friend.
one of my all time favorite albums: "home is where the hatred is."
This is so beautiful! It reminds me of a hundred years ago, when I was chasing an older man who loved Billie Holiday, and I just couldn't get her. I do now.
A remarkable (and, as noted above, ambiguous) version of the song.I clearly don't know enough about the lady, but I'm intrigued by her tightly wound affect. Her body appears to be doing a very intent double-time mambo up against the languid beat of the song, and her voice appears to be coming from somewhere else entirely.And I can't help thinking that the bridesmaid dress was not her own choice...
I had no idea her life was riddled with addiction and that she died at only 49. Very sad.
How very sad - another fabulous talent gone too soon... Jx
Gorgeous clip - thanks Thom!