When I was a little heathen and thought the most beautiful man I’d ever seen was Prince Phillip from Sleeping Beauty, there was no doubt in my mind that I’d grow up with “gold of sunshine in my hair” and “lips that shame the red, red rose”** and I’d sing so beautifully that Prince Charming would do ANYTHING to climb into my chamber, tee hee :P—to bestow a magical kiss upon my red, red rosy lips, you pervs. Sadly, I didn’t see a little glitch; of all the stupid jokes nature could play on me, I didn’t get the bloody gift of song!!! *sob* I guess that’s why my dream... well, it hasn’t happened... YET. (IT WILL HAPPEN, as heaven is my witness! It’s just... taking it’s time, ya know? Good things come to those who wait and all that crap.)
It must seem silly that I love this Disney film. I don’t even like Aurora and her perfect hair to be honest, (especially when she has Prince Phillip, lucky witch!) but there’s something about Sleeping Beauty that makes me want to believe in fairy tales. Of course the presence of Aunt Flora, Fauna and Merryweather help, but mostly, I think... it’s the singing...
Did you notice that love and music come together, like a horse and carriage? Er, or is that love and marriage? Anyway, for example: whenever you’re humming/singing during breakfast, someone will accuse you of total hogwash like “you got laid last night!” or *gasp* “you’re in love, aren’t you?!” Is it because of the saying when you’re in love you hear the music in your heart?—or some sappy rubbish like that? Hmmm... “I made it through the wilderness... Somehow I made it through... Didn’t know how lost I was... Until I found you...” *ahem* Where were we? LOL, right. Music. And, yeah, romance too.
In 1810 E.T.A. Hoffmann called Mozart, Haydn and Beethoven the three “Romantic Composers,” and Ludwig Spohr used the term “good Romantic style” to apply to parts of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. As I’m not a fan of classical music, I won’t even pretend I get it. Nevertheless, there’s also opera—and what can be more “romanticizing” than opera? Just imagine the lead is about to end her life by hara-kiri because her lover turns out to be the gay serial killer who strangled her beloved cat, yet despite all that she still sings!!! This, crying, beaten and heart-broken, and still in fucking perfect pitch. Honestly... what a show-off BITCH. Hmph!
Ohhh, this reminds me of Ann Patchett’s Bel Canto. Roxane I-can-sing-anything Coss is such an uber magnificent opera singer that men fawn all over her. Of course, lets not forget I’m referring to the “perfect” novel with the terrorists-loving idiot honchos. (“Perfect” meaning imperfections like reality aren’t allowed in the story. *snort* Except for shingles—IIICK!)
I’m not saying it’s far-fetched that everyone fell for Diva Roxy. Of course not. Why, I used to have a crush on one of our local band vocalist even if he was a crack addict and looked like he needed a good bath—but who cared about that when he looked uber hot whenever he performed? Oh, c’mon, don’t tell me you haven’t had a thing for a rather plain bloke who can fiddle his guitar like a sexy maniac. :P Just look at Marilyn Manson (not that I find him sexy, though he is a maniac :/). Who in their fucking right mind would shack up with that horrendous prince of doom? Apparently, the 19-year-old Evan Rachel Wood would.
Whatever the case, freak leader of the undead or not, chicks dig musicians. That’s why every bloke wants to be in a band because even if you look like Mick Jagger, crazy fangirls (*cough* Trollop *cough*) throw their undies in the stage with their number written on the crotch, in the hope that the rocker might pick it up.
Is this what Hoffmann meant when he said music is “the most Romantic of all the arts”? If Prince Phillip hadn’t hear Aurora sing, would he have found her in the woods? More importantly, would he have fallen in love with her? And what if he hadn’t, does that mean she’d been left in her tower sleeping forever?
In Louis de Bernières’s Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, Dr. Iannis said that love is “what is left when the passion is gone.” I couldn’t help but wonder, given that music is unadulterated passion, is this why we need and crave music in our lives, to help us hold on to love and life when passion fades?
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**Quotes from songs in Sleeping Beauty.