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Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Nat 'King' Cole, "Mona Lisa"
(July 15, 1950)
A lovely woman flashes her smile but never seems to let on, never seems to reciprocate and never gives any man's dreams the slightest chance ("they just lie there/and they die there": a terrible, lazy rhyme on paper but Cole with his unnervingly intimate voice doesn't sing it as if was one.); Nat cross-examines her in his mind, skeptically, beguiled. But he's not in love, since love requires mutual feeling. He keeps his distance, which is sadly what may be the most safest way to approach someone who may be "a cold and lonely, lovely work of art" -- and who, by her association with the famous painting, may or may not be a white woman.
Sonically, the song has all the hallmarks of a romantic song -- the cascading strings, the psuedo-troubador guitar, the vocals pushed way up front of the sound spectrum -- but lyrically it's not espcially romantic, unless you consider unconsummatable desire a romantic notion. (By "romantic" of course I mean romantic-with-a-lower-case-r, something that might pass the snuggle test i.e., does it make you want to snuggle your honey?) 8
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