I understand what they were trying to get at, but it’s an awkward conceit. For me, I can’t get by “at any moment you may suddenly appear”—what, summoned by Madame Arcati?
And I’ve always regarded it as a supremely egotistical number. It’s not so much about the Beloved One Who Lives on this Street—be she Eliza Doolittle of Wimpole Street or the Recent Dearly Departed Greats of Broadway—as it is about the singer. The singer’s feelings, expectations, attitude, and as such, it seemed an odd choice to be honoring those we lost.
Art is subjective. This one didn’t work for me at all.
Laura in LA |
