Discovering another terrific version of an old song. Peter Allen wrote this song back with Carole Bayer Sager back in the 1970s. I have two versions of it somewhere on vinyl, one by Rita Coolidge and one by Carole herself. Anyway, I kinda forgot about it until I stumbled upon it by my new fave rave, Dusty Springfield.
No one sounds quite like Dusty. She lends a romanticism to this song that reminds me of who I was in the 1970s, and who I still am at heart. I've been listening to it all day.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
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I'd never heard that! What a find.
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