Who says heartbreak is for babies?
This change of my tune hasn’t come about from a new round of my own heartbreak, as I cynically suggested it would in yesterday’s comments; all remains quiet on the Eastern front. It’s from that same track I was going on about yesterday, “Little Darlin.’” Yesterday I ate big slabs of the Midnight Madness cake for lunch, topped by a few chocolate chip cookies, and finally felt the full import of the song with the sweet rush of the lyrics “mon coeur, j’ai echoué” into the Carter Family tune, and damn near cried.
Eating retarded amounts of chocolately sugar and getting weepy over French pop at work. Yes. Sometimes I prefer the Red Dragon to come out sort of angry, but not when I have cake.
See, it reminded me of all the heartbreak that’s been before. I think I get tetchy about heartbreak as a general idea because mine hasn’t followed standard patterns too well; it’s too Catholic, too guilty, too confused. There’s always been the idea of failure in it – either mine or theirs - and failure, as we all know, is for losers, and losers are a bad thing to be or to have emotional intercourse with. Benjamin Biolay makes it beautiful, though.
Okay, I’ll try to move on from Benjamin Biolay tomorrow – going to see Casino Royale tonight and I have a feeling I’ll be distracted from Biolay’s melodic loveliness by Daniel Craig’s sweaty grunty muscley loveliness.