After a hot and heavy very romantic summer 2013 with some after-glowing on again off again stuff with a very intelligent creative beautiful woman (a redhead I might add..my beloved unforgettably femme fatale with attendant obligatory it seems downfall) with the usual pain tears drunks love hate the gamut of emotions despair depression elation liberation acceptance growth insight into which direction I was going...after fiercely independent She tells me we want different things after we'd been intimate (could I have been that bad in the sack...?) & the bottom of my guts falls out & we take a break but we keep bumping & bouncing into each other & going on to have good times...not seeing one another for a while...then meeting up again as if by chance...after she wishes me a good new year...last time we were together we danced for hours unstoppable at a food drive blues fest but I'm told at the end of the night after erotic slow dance--O how I held Her again aroused lovingly & I know She was enjoying Herself...but-- She's not prepared yet to resume our physical intimacies...which merely bolsters my feeling that if She's not getting it from me who's She getting it from..? In any event She rules the sexual realm.
Altho can She really face eternity without ever going to bed with me again? I made Her flow like a river of love beneath me. I transported Her elsewhere as She admitted having dug Her claws into me. I didn't stop Her. (Tho I begged for mercy next time around...) She needed to do it. And there I was trying to make myself indispensable. Perhaps She feared that. Getting any further involved only to get hurt later by another flaky guy.
I miss Her body terribly. I miss Her terribly. I'm still in love with Her. She tells me She loves me. In Spanish. (No, not a Latina...A nice Jewish girl gone bad...) But we're going slow & playing it by ear & so its been a month & I could've called but haven't. (I'm an addictive type & I only would've made myself miserable again...) And She used to call me every night & day but hasn't. I miss the confidences. The long talks. The jokes. The laughter.
Enough already. What am I...a girl...???!!! I'm a tough guy. I shouldn't be crying about it. (But then Bogey's Rick cried almost sort of about his/someone else's Elsa...) This could all be fleshed out. There's much to relate if I only would. Strike while the iron is hot. Maybe a screenplay? A novella? But this one is pretty sacred & not for airing all that much detail in this venue. I just wish...I just wish...Suffice to say She made a space for me in Her busy life & I wanted to be the center of it. I was subject to extended funks & anxiety attacks. I didn't plan those. Insecurities. Jealousies. I exploded at one point calling for a break. My idea. A bad idea. I took back one of my guitars that was safe at Her place. Like a spoiled brat taking his ball back when the gang doesn't let him play quarterback...I owe Her so much. Summer's Muse. I'm better now. at worst, we'll be friends. I love you Andrea (the name means womanly & beautiful & She is...Thank you for being, Andrea. Te amo..). And I always will.
Anyway...this is the way I currently look at it. Thanks to Cole Porter, one of the great poets of Tin Pan Alley.
Porter had written the score for Jubilee while on an extended sea cruise in the early part of 1935: however in September 1935 while Porter was visiting a friend's farm in Ohio with Jubilee's librettist Moss Hart the latter mentioned that the play's second act required an additional song, and Porter had "Just One of Those Things" completed by the following morning (Porter had previously used the title for a song intended but not featured in the 1930 musical The New Yorkers - apart from the title the two songs are distinct.) Porter's original lyric lacked an adjective for the line "a trip to the moon on gossamer wings": gossamer would be suggested by his friend Ed Tauch.
"Just One of Those Things" was featured in two Doris Day musical films, Lullaby of Broadway (1951) and Young at Heart (1954), and also in the film version of Can-Can (1960) in which it's performed by Maurice Chevalier.
Just One Of Those Things
It was just one of those things
Just one of those crazy flings
One of those bells that now and then rings
Just one of those things
It was just one of those nights
Just one of those fabulous flights
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings
Just one of those things
If we'd thought a bit, of the end of it
When we started painting the town
We'd have been aware that our love affair
Was too hot, not to cool down
So goodbye, dear, and Amen
Here's hoping we meet now and then
It was great fun
But it was just one of those things
--words & music by Cole Porter
Arranged by Nelson Riddle
Alternate version. Faster tempo with some revised lyrics. Very hot.