I also hate songs and people that pretend to be expressive, but are impassive in real, without an ounce of soul in them.
Yes I am an animated person. Go on, you can call me a cartoon. Be it delight, or gloom, or anger, or hurt, or worry, or nervousness, or curiosity, or excitement, or love, or hatred, my face expresses them all. I can’t pretend to be this introverted, quiescent sort of a person. It doesn’t suit my personality.
Any piece of music which is clichéd, mediocre without that zing or that X- factor never catches your attention. Think of Roadhouse Blues, Hotel California, Money for Nothing, Tears in Heaven, Thriller, Beethoven’s 9th symphony, Fur Elise, Knocking on Heaven’s Doors and the like. These tunes haven’t been forgotten. The lyrics come easily to you. Some of them are trippy, some soothing, some reflective, some melancholic, some light hearted, some romantic, etcetera.
But they are what Italians would term being expressive as, Expressivo.
Expression is the key to a brilliant painting, a soulful song, a zesty dance, a thrilling novel and the like. Feigned feelings or expressions can be detected easily.
Gary Cherone sings,
“More than words
Is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me
‘Cause I’d already know.”
And this is my favourite romantic number. The words are right. You don’t have to be in a romantic mood to listen to this song. The guitar strings follow the melody. The lyrics speak volumes about his affection.
And Enrique sings,
“I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I would stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.”
Shutup, will you?
Mr. Right from the future, you know which song to choose, to make me smile.