Candy? Flowers? Perhaps some diamonds?
Heck, no. All I can offer is rhinestones.
And dinner at McDonalds - if you're lucky.
And some music.
An ancient recording of Love Story, which I made in Los Angeles when I was nineteen or twenty. The audio is poor, and when I transferred the tape to Mp3 it sounds slightly faster than the original recording.
I slapped the video together last night in half an hour without much thought or creativity.
The theme from the movie Love Story (1970) was really popular for a number of years (original title is Where Do I Begin? by French composer Francis Lai).
I kept it in my piano repertoire for a long time.
I remember when the film Love Story first came out. Everyone was crying when Ali MacGraw died (in the movie). Hell, I was kinda relieved. Her portrayal of Jenny was extremely obnoxious. Not to mention the fact that she's a rotten actress. Okay, maybe I'm being too cruel. Maybe....
I also read the novel Love Story by Erich Segal. I thought it was fairly decent back then. Upon thumbing through it again recently my favorable opinion has changed. I have no idea how it ever got published - not to mention becoming a best seller. It's crap.
Your not-so-charming negativity is showing, Jon. Don't you have a smidgen of romanticism in your soul?
The interfering grim reality of life has knocked it out of me, Kimosabe.
Let's interrupt this blog post for a special announcement.
There are several different spellings listed for "Kimosabe" and no matter which one I use - - Spell Check informs me that it's wrong. Sometimes I use "Kemosahbee", other times "Kimosabe."
It depends on my mood. The hell with Spell Check.
Now we'll resume our regular programing.
Actually, I'm the quintessential romantic. In my misguided youth I was hopelessly (and helplessly) romantic. I'm still romantic, but I now see life with the toxicity of reality - - which gives romanticism an entirely different perspective.
Growing older is a bitch.
Not that I'm old, mind you.
I still fondly remember the intense romanticism of my youth in California:
Candlelit dinners with champagne. Evenings at the opera or ballet. Romantic midnight rendezvous on the foggy beach long after midnight.
I'm glad I had all those glorious times. They could never be repeated.
Whether you have plans for the present love of your life, or merely fond memories of a past one - I hope your Valentine's Day will be special.