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rfmcdonaldThe Annie Lennox Collection came out earlier this week, and yes, I did buy the deluxe version, the one with the DVD. NOw seems as good a time as any to address "No More 'I Love You's", probably Lennox's biggest hit after her 1992 solo debut.
The Lovers Speaks' 1986 original is audible and viewable here, but while definitely a nice version and a creditable first draft I still prefer Lennox's, vocally and instrumentally tighter.
I can't embed the video for "No More 'I Love You's" into this post, unfortunately, but go here and you'll see it in all of its 5m20s glory, modelled after the paintings of Degas and Toulouse-Lautrec with morose absinthe drinkers.
What the song meant for me was the way it, and the video, symbolized the possibility of escape. Drab and depressed, I'd not so much resigned myself to a blank future as lacked the possibility of imagining anything. The song, and the video, definitely caught my attention. It--perhaps ironically, giving the video's colour scheme--brought colour into my life and made me think. Before, I think that inertia had taken me towards an undergraduate career in the sciences, likely chemistry. After, I headed with some measure of intention towards the arts. The result? I still have a pleasant nodding acquaintance with the sciences--I know what a mole is--but I've a large vocabulary, repertoire, relating to the arts. I listen to a lot of music, I live in a city that really is multicultural and internally quite diverse, and while I don't read enough--there's a worryingly high proportion of Star Trek novels in that; guilty pleasure--I read enough, and if I don't get out enough into the cultural hotspots one season there's always the possibility of the next.
And I still prefer the Impressionists.
The Lovers Speaks' 1986 original is audible and viewable here, but while definitely a nice version and a creditable first draft I still prefer Lennox's, vocally and instrumentally tighter.
I can't embed the video for "No More 'I Love You's" into this post, unfortunately, but go here and you'll see it in all of its 5m20s glory, modelled after the paintings of Degas and Toulouse-Lautrec with morose absinthe drinkers.
What the song meant for me was the way it, and the video, symbolized the possibility of escape. Drab and depressed, I'd not so much resigned myself to a blank future as lacked the possibility of imagining anything. The song, and the video, definitely caught my attention. It--perhaps ironically, giving the video's colour scheme--brought colour into my life and made me think. Before, I think that inertia had taken me towards an undergraduate career in the sciences, likely chemistry. After, I headed with some measure of intention towards the arts. The result? I still have a pleasant nodding acquaintance with the sciences--I know what a mole is--but I've a large vocabulary, repertoire, relating to the arts. I listen to a lot of music, I live in a city that really is multicultural and internally quite diverse, and while I don't read enough--there's a worryingly high proportion of Star Trek novels in that; guilty pleasure--I read enough, and if I don't get out enough into the cultural hotspots one season there's always the possibility of the next.
And I still prefer the Impressionists.
