It's one of my favorite songs in the whole wide world. I've been listening to it everday in the past three weeks. To Sinatra's version at home and to Bennett's here in the office. The emotion that each version evokes (at least in me) is worlds different from each other.
Frank wants me to tap my feet, put my biggest smile on, walk around florence holding his hand on a fresh sunday morning. Tony wants me to watch the new york skyline against a starry night from the balcony of my 5th avenue penthouse with him embracing me from behind.
Franks is a celebration - that woooo-hooooo-im-so-in-love-i-could-have-danced-all-night feeling.
Tonys is a realization - that oh-my-god.-this-is-it!-this-is-all-i-need-for-the-rest-of-my-days! kind.
I love them both. sometimes equally. sometimes one a teeny weeny bitsy more than the other.
let's sing it.
Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words darling kiss me
Fill my life with song
And let me sing forevermore
You are all I hope for
All I worship and adore
In other words please be true
In other words I love you
4 comments:
Gah.
Now the Sinatra version is playing in my head.
i love astrud gilberto's and nina simone's versions, too.
Maite! I tagged you in my blog. It's all about movies! Let me know when you're done with it. I'm excited to see your list. c",)
I love all the versions of this song. The one that sticks in my head is Tony Bennet, live. One of my favorite (of very few) fond memories of my mum's family was her playing this on the piano while my uncle sang it. They rocked.
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