Creative
Mean Girls | Legally Blonde
I am naturally suspicious of flat-out love songs, preferring the ones that sneak up on you. Come to think of it, I am naturally suspicious of Valentine’s Day. Is it really about being in love, or is it about putting an enormous amount of pressure on everyone to feel in love and buy candy? Is it rapturous love or are we just trapped by the expectations of the heart holiday? If you’re not sure, or you’re recovering from heartbreak, or just feeling bullied into settling for a Whitman’s sampler and/or a hookup, I have a Broadway song for you: “It’s All Right With Me” by Cole Porter —the writer who excels at playing it witty and cool with deep and wrenching emotions. I love how Porter, who is normally so deft with internal rhymes writes a simple, repetitive and almost rhymeless lyric. The verse only has one rhyme in it (until the last verse which has two)
It's the wrong time, and the wrong place
Though your face is charming, it's the wrong face
It's not his face, but such a charming face
That it's all right with me
It's the wrong song, in the wrong style
Though your smile is lovely, it's the wrong smile
It's not his smile, but such a lovely smile
That it's all right with me
For Porter, one rhyme a verse is nothing (This is the “You’re The Top” guy — the “Brush Up Your Shakespeare” guy!) But the seeming lack of effort works with the song’s subtext “Screw it, let’s live in the moment. I’m too tired and heartbroken to work at this. Just hand me the Whitman’s Sampler” It takes a lot of craft to write something that looks that effortless, and to take resignation and confusion and make it sing.