If music be the food of . . . *life* . . .
This is for all my Twitter and Spooks friends:
As I work this week, music seems to be striking chords with me. If I was seriously intent on sinking myself in my fantasy world, I suspect a cross between Celtic, Gregorian and melodic instrumental should be accompanying me.
Instead I find music like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVI254QGSQ4 
and think that someone should use it for a fan-vid. What a piece of music! There’s no one quite like Etta James.
Sing along with these words. I did!!
At last, my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song Oh, yeah,
at last The skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up in clovers
The night I looked at you I found a dream that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to rest my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
Oh, yeah when you smile, you smile Oh, and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine
At last
nice song choice. got me listening to the other etta entries at youtube.
Really? Talk about star-spotting.
I first heard this song when it was released and have loved it ever since. It covers every romantic occasion and her voice is like molten chocolate to me.
Etta James lives in Riverside! I saw her in a fabric store once.
I’m a rabid Etta James fan. Have all of her stuff. Great song choice!
I can think of a few vidders who would love the suggestion.
I love this song 🙂 Have you ever heard the Glenn Miller Orchestra’s version–it’s actually earlier (Etta wasn’t the first to record it) but it’s so funny because it misses the mark of what the song could be so much–Etta truly made it her song.
I haven’t and Glenn Miller is so redolent of a childhood with Mum and Dad that I will seek it out. But knwing Glenn Miller’s soun, I am guessing it’s the seductive richness of Etta James that makes the song work . . . particularly with the grogeous words! How are you? Good to have you back in comment!
Okay, edit here; ‘knowing’ not ‘knwing’. ‘Sound’ not ‘soun’ and ‘gorgeous’ not ‘grogeous’ . . . oh dear!