Last week I mentioned how great all us YFIT (Young Faggots in Training) found Jane Olivor was for those nights when rejection was high drama. Or when that number written on the back of a Quest matchbook cover turned out to be Pizza Pizza rather than that hot guy who you know was just the one.
Another diva we could all weep into our watered down drinks with was Roberta Flack. My tongue is placed firmly in cheek when I say all this but damn 40 years later she still packs an emotional wallop.
Unfortunately I can't find either her "That's No Way to Say Goodbye" or "The Ballad of All the Sad Young Men" on YouTube. But was able to get audio files.
There is a certain lightness in the way Flack sings Leonard Cohen's bittersweet farewell. These two are parting not because they don't love each other but because they are going separate way - perhaps after a vacation romance?
And I don't think anyone - not even good old Shirley Bassey - sings what has to be the quintessential gay anthem: The Ballad of the Sad Young Men. This was my friend Rick's favorite end of evening number.
My god we were a morose lot, wheren't we?
27 maggio - Sant'Agostino di Canterbury