Wednesday, August 08, 2012

TO THE VOICE LIKE A METRONOME

There would have been actual, honest-to-God New Content here the other day, but my computer glitched and...ah, it's not that interesting, trust me.

But I did want to pop in and acknowledge the passing of composer/songwriter/all-around musical genius Marvin Hamlisch at the age of 68.  He won every conceivable award, worked with everybody from Groucho Marx to Steven Soderbergh and wrote the music for a little show called A Chorus Line, the cast album for which my mom would have playing in the kitchen as she fixed our family meals.

This is the song that would reduce Mom to an absolute puddle of tears EVERY SINGLE TIME.  It's beautiful, devastating, sappy, melodramatic--perfect, in other words.