Stolen from an email I wrote to Miss K, cause I'm too something to blog:
I watched the Umbrellas of Cherbourg last night, and I must say, it is the saddest musical I have ever seen. It was good, but not at all what I expected.
AND, the Sessions at West 54th St. DVD that I checked out has a big fucking scratch in it right at the climax of Sinead O'Connor's performance, which is the performance I checked it out for (yeah, it's got Richard Thompson doing a song I like and Ben Folds doing Smoke and some other cool people, but really, besides Sinead doing Last Day of Our Aquaintence, what else is there? That's right, nothing. That moment where the drums and guitar kick in, and the song goes from heavy and heartbreaking to angry, broken and slightly defiant is total zen.)
To Sinead, who has a voice that must surely be the closest thing to divinity that has ever existed on this earth.
The Last Day of Our Acquaintance
This is the last day of our acquaintance
I will meet you later in somebody's office
I'll talk but you won't listen to me
I know what your answer will be
I know you don't love me anymore
You used to hold my hand when the plane took off
Two years ago there just seemed so much more
And I don't know what happened to our love
Today's the day
Our friendship has been stale
And we will meet later to finalise the details
Two years ago the seed was planted
And since then you have taken me for granted
But this is the last day of our acquaintance
I will meet you later in somebody's office
I'll talk but you won't listen to me
I know your answer already
But this is the last day of our acquaintance
I will meet you later in somebody's office
I'll talk but you won't listen to me
I know your answer already
I know your answer already
I know your answer already