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“Listen” is the first time I found myself a fan of
Beyonce. She’s lovely to look at, but I
see women equally beautiful and less painted-up/airbrushed in S.F. or
Oakland
every single week. And she’s a honed a good set of pipes, but chronically
suffers from the “Celine Dion effect”: stupendous vocal cords paired with
insipid artistic material.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjgzjbQL4kI
I fell in love with this song. Immediately had to forward the video to my
best friend, who was unheard and unheeded by her ex despite having to bellow
and strain for years.
Who hasn’t ever
felt that drowning, the clear awareness that you were being misinterpreted, or
as ‘ol vocab mangling Dubya would put it “misunderestimated.”
Who hasn’t felt the urge to put a megaphone up to your
beloved’s head?!
I realized years ago that I had spent most of my formative
years being seen, much more than heard. (so forgive me if now it seems I never
shut up, one has to make up for lost time don’t ya know.)
It became apparent that as a petite Asian woman who happened
to enjoy being reasonably fashionable, I was often automatically relegated to
some kind of “cute ‘n shallow” slush pile. I am familiar with the look in a man’s eye as he tries to buy me stuff,
and speaks to me, in a way which reveals he clearly believes he has the upper
hand. We all speak a certain way to children, foreigners, the developmentally disabled, and vapid cuties, after all. Au contraire, mon freire! He actually thinks he’s smarter, that I would
be suckered in by the roses, perfume, wine, and bling that lasso lesser
bipeds.
Gentlemen, if you really listen to a woman, you could learn
a lot. (and you could win her heart as
well as other rewards for being the rare man to SHUT UP and listen). About whether she’s worth pursuing, about
what really lurks in those depths. “A
woman’s heart is as deep as the ocean” so they said in Titanic.
P has taken that to heart, and has quoted it to me from time
to time. It’s hilarious to be quoting
from Titanic (that freaking melodramatic theme song echoes in my head “near,
far, wherever you are “even as I write this) but there is truth in those words.
It took P some effort (and many natural talents as well as
consultation from our future best man) to get it right. But obviously, he got it right. P showed up with Cinema Paradiso, Mulan, and
porridge when I was ill. He didn’t take
me to Chez Panisse like his competition, but he learned to bring an extra
jacket and go for lengthy walks on freezing cold nights after burrito or
Chinatown
dinners.
Anyway, in the great democratic jumble that is Youtube I
came upon this very young man Eric singing “Oye” . I love it. The cancion translates
beautifully & he does a kick ass job and offers it up to La Gente. Check him out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNrwOLr2fyw
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