It works, it really doespublished: 2010-09-28
She is 26. She grins when I tell her how much I enjoyed a certain performance. It was spectacular, an intoxicating explosion of rhythm, and song, and dance and drama, and even more drama, which had me jumping out of my chair and exclaiming: bravo! Bravo!
She nods and simultaneously shrugs her one shoulder.
“You didn’t like it?” I ask. The question isn’t even necessary.
She apologizes, “the problem is, I just know too much. You see?”
This time I nod. Of course she knows too much. She sees right through effect. It’s her job to. This is what she does. This is her profession.
“But it works,” I say.
“It was kitsch,” she concludes.
I somehow think of the attached music. I don’t know why, but this is what I think of. We have all heard this specific piece of music before, somewhere, sometime. In a film or for an ad. Most of us don’t even know what it is exactly.
I also can’t help but think of a certain line. It comes from the story that inspired the music.
“Were I but a glove upon that hand that I may kiss that cheek.”
And it works. It really does.