I have obviously underrated Ms. Ofarim; that was simply marvelous. (It also makes me realize, with some melancholy, that I am finally old enough to sing that song convincingly in my cabaret act.)
I will, with shame, cop to being underinformed about the career of Miss Ofarim (who I've learned, among other things, was a Eurovision runner-up in the year I was born). Love the song, but the overall affect reminds me of what it might sound like if a Jane Olivor impersonator suddenly decided to attempt a Streisand. With mixed results.
Vocally, I was reminded a bit of Lena Horne's version. Of course, I've been drinking.You may remember Esther from this little ditty of long ago...http://redundantvarietyhour.blogspot.com/2012/06/cinderella-rockefella.html
"I love your faceIt's in the right placeI love your mindThat's very kindI love your jazzRazzamatazz!"Love it. Jx
a cigarette holder longer than ones spine is the only way to smoke.
Yes, but why is she picking her nose with it? Jx
I couldn't decide what I loved most: her fringe, the fat, balding "boy," or the thrill of waiting to see if she would explode the blowup chairs by waving her cigarette around so recklessly. And then there's the tiger roar.