It turns out that Doris Day, Bob Dylan and Emmy Rossum have something in common, which is an apparent appreciation for popular song standards. While any single person’s list of favorite standards isn’t going to match anyone else’s, I would bet that most music lovers can recall a standard that was a favorite of their parents, or grandparents.
And I would bet that, even though it’s a tad passé (and downright embarrassing) to admit to being romantic ourselves, more than a handful of us would proudly acknowledge having an inherent sentimental streak, the sort of streak that leads us to listen to every version of songs like A Sentimental Journey, The Autumn Leaves, or These Foolish Things (Remind Me of You) late at night when no one else is around. Or driving, which is my personal favorite time to indulge.
Ah, but I have been told that the critical mind is meant to suppress any overt expression of self-indulgent schmaltz. At the very least, if our emotional selves are not willing to be drummed out of existence entirely, they could at least have the manners to sit quietly at the back of the room and not disturb the intellects, Yes?
Sorry. What can I say? I have a thing for standards…and sentimental journeys. And Doris Day and Bob Dylan and Emmy Rossum. Besides, I’m not the sort to sit quietly. And I don’t do that back of the room thing. Ever.
And hand-written letters and framed photographs and A Room of My Own in My Father’s New York…
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