I once sang Cant Help Falling in Love in a bowling alley karaoke bar and it killed. It's like the Bee Gees To Love Somebody, it's sentimentally indestructible.
I don't believe it! You've done a lengthy critique of the Elvis album I long ago now insisted you listen to one more time, in the hope you'd change your mind. Fat chance! Though cannot but admire your meticulous dismantlement of the film & soundtrack that forever stamped itself on my tender 12 year-old self (well, along with Mutiny on the Bounty with Marlon Brando, of course).
Won't go into detail, you've claimed the high ground on that score (even locating the origins of Can't Help Falling in Love in 1784!). I guess in this particular instance it's all a question of unfathomable personal taste, beyond all objective considerations. I won't even insist that its everlasting popularity is some kind of proof of its essential quality, that's long since been proven to be a highly misleading fallacy.
But knowing you to be, like me, a sucker for inspired melody at all times, it will remain a mystery how this bit of inspired fluff has escaped your better nature. Probably best not to belabour the point and simply surmise that if you hadn't been born in St Petersburg (I'm guessing) but rather in San Francisco (like myself), just a long stone's throw from Hawaii, maybe things would be different. But then who really cares? And thanks all the same for giving it a (well, reasonably) fair go!
Haha, yes, a lucky thing. In the early 60's, everything was still up in the air, and the Beatles yet to prove they were going to last, much less improve.
American monarchists, British republicans... That is rock 'n 'roll!
I once sang Cant Help Falling in Love in a bowling alley karaoke bar and it killed. It's like the Bee Gees To Love Somebody, it's sentimentally indestructible.
You must have walked out of that bar a changed man.
I don't believe it! You've done a lengthy critique of the Elvis album I long ago now insisted you listen to one more time, in the hope you'd change your mind. Fat chance! Though cannot but admire your meticulous dismantlement of the film & soundtrack that forever stamped itself on my tender 12 year-old self (well, along with Mutiny on the Bounty with Marlon Brando, of course).
Won't go into detail, you've claimed the high ground on that score (even locating the origins of Can't Help Falling in Love in 1784!). I guess in this particular instance it's all a question of unfathomable personal taste, beyond all objective considerations. I won't even insist that its everlasting popularity is some kind of proof of its essential quality, that's long since been proven to be a highly misleading fallacy.
But knowing you to be, like me, a sucker for inspired melody at all times, it will remain a mystery how this bit of inspired fluff has escaped your better nature. Probably best not to belabour the point and simply surmise that if you hadn't been born in St Petersburg (I'm guessing) but rather in San Francisco (like myself), just a long stone's throw from Hawaii, maybe things would be different. But then who really cares? And thanks all the same for giving it a (well, reasonably) fair go!
Aloha!!
It's a good thing I only listened to the Beatles when I was 12 years old. No monkeys on my back, that's for sure.
Haha, yes, a lucky thing. In the early 60's, everything was still up in the air, and the Beatles yet to prove they were going to last, much less improve.