Why the gods above me think so little of me…
Whether near to me or far…
I love Paris in the Springtime…
It’s a perfect collaboration – Cole Porter’s words and music, Ella Fitzgerald’s perfection in bringing them to life. Something comes into being that continues to be as amazing today as it was in 1956. Timeless and equally of its time. Words and delivery coming together in a way that heightens both. I’m more fully human because I’ve spent time with this music.
I feel the same thing every so often when someone standing at a lectern offers words of scripture, occasionally even singing them. Ancient words oft repeated, suddenly alive in a new way – and offering life to all who hear them.
I think that’s why I enjoy reading Peterson’s translation of the Bible. My first purchase of a LP as a mere lad was Ella singing standards (You say potato, I say pahtahto). Love Johnny Mathis’ rendition of “I Love Paris” also. At any rate the artist and composer are a team that bring words alive and touch the soul.
So true, Bill! I hadn’t thought of Peterson’s translation, but you are so right! Love it! And Mathis – what a voice! Peace, Johnna