"O Mio Babbino Caro" seemed curiously pompous and difficult to engage with. The dramatic brief is all wrong - a girl telling her father that she would prefer to die if she can't go to browse for a wedding ring on the Ponte Vecchio over the river Arno in Florence. Yes, the music is gorgeous, but a Viennese waltz? Tricky. Katie and Anton through by the skin of their teeth.
By the skin of their teeth - thank you for the music (NOT)
I agree. Beautiful, beautiful music. The lyrics? Less so.
To accompany that dance? Not for me, I'm afraid.
It probably doesn't help that I tend to translate the lyrics and location from Italian and Florence to broad Scots and Glasgow.
There's precious little romance in hearing a little minx telling her dear daddy that she loves a guy who's pure gorgeous, and that if she can't go down the Argyll Arcade for an engagement ring, she'll go to the Squinty Bridge and chuck herself in the Clyde. So I tend to ignore the words and lose myself in the music.
Even that didn't make it work - for me - for that dance.
That said, it still worked better - for me - than Anita's showdance with a soupcon of salsa.
To accompany that dance? Not for me, I'm afraid.
It probably doesn't help that I tend to translate the lyrics and location from Italian and Florence to broad Scots and Glasgow.
There's precious little romance in hearing a little minx telling her dear daddy that she loves a guy who's pure gorgeous, and that if she can't go down the Argyll Arcade for an engagement ring, she'll go to the Squinty Bridge and chuck herself in the Clyde. So I tend to ignore the words and lose myself in the music.
Even that didn't make it work - for me - for that dance.
That said, it still worked better - for me - than Anita's showdance with a soupcon of salsa.
Originally Posted by washboard:
“I agree.
. . . I tend to translate the lyrics and location from Italian and Florence to broad Scots and Glasgow.
There's precious little romance in hearing a little minx telling her dear daddy that she loves a guy who's pure gorgeous, and that if she can't go down the Argyll Arcade for an engagement ring, she'll go to the Squinty Bridge and chuck herself in the Clyde . . . .”
“I agree.
. . . I tend to translate the lyrics and location from Italian and Florence to broad Scots and Glasgow.
There's precious little romance in hearing a little minx telling her dear daddy that she loves a guy who's pure gorgeous, and that if she can't go down the Argyll Arcade for an engagement ring, she'll go to the Squinty Bridge and chuck herself in the Clyde . . . .”
Witty!
