Not too long ago, I was listening to the radio and there was Frank doing a live version of Mack The Knife, which might just be the song that has suffered the most from the Robbie/Westlife/wee Ray offa The X Factor assault on the Sinatra (and chums) songbook – I guess you could claim it's the ultimate in Brechtian alienation as the singers don't show any sign of having the first clue about the basic narrative content of the song (as for anything beyond that, well, Westlife might all be big Gramsci freaks, for all we know?). Anyway, even though Frank's version, being live, ended with a long string of shout-outs, I was still struck by the way it had all the bite and menace and power that is missing from all these chumps who reckon if you put on a tux you're halfway there...
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Date: 2007-07-06 12:20 pm (UTC)Mack the Knife
Date: 2007-07-06 07:11 pm (UTC)