I'm finishing up at the office tonight and listening to music videos while I work and was reminded why I love this Leonard Cohen video so much:
It's not the overblown production number (although I do love the song, I think Madeline Peyroux does it better...) or the photogenically cute n' playful young couple that prances around in the thing. Or the old maestro's gravely voice, or even the flaming violin...
No. What gets to me are the various black-and-white wedding pictures thrown up behind the couples themselves now bent and gray and wrinkled by the years between but still paired in the long-familiar steps of the Dance.
Or not; the widower seated silently before that image of his long-vanished bride, preserved in silver salts and black, is perhaps the most mournful image I've ever seen.
It may be pure corn right off the cob, but it speaks to me, so now I've passed it along to you.
Now...my dear friend Lisa makes a terrific point; other than the sweet little wedding-picture visuals, the Cohen version of this song is an atrocity; overblown, manipulative, mannered and false.
Here's Madeline Peyroux showing how it's done:
Hope you're looking forward to a blissful weekend.
And perhaps a Dance, or two.