Let’s have a romantic night tonight, shall we? Rhetorical of course because I may be talking to no-one. I mentioned, again maybe to no-one, that I was a
dreamer. I am also a romantic and a perfectionist. These last two are not good bed-fellows. I always expected all my relationships to be perfect. They weren’t.
That’s why they no longer exist.
The problem is, as I head rapidly into my dotage, that I still believe that perfection is possible and, though no longer actively looking, still have this
hope, or could it be a dream, that the perfect partner will just walk into my life. Or maybe these days arrive on a mobility scooter. God, I hate those. They’d
never let me have one anyway as I would always be setting new lap records.
This song says it all for me. After all I have been through, all I have experienced, “I still believe in love”. The song comes from a play called “They’re
playing our song” which was about two musicians who try to get together amid a myriad of problems. I saw the London production in November 1980 and it starred
Tom Conti and Gemma Craven, who sings this version,
I too am content with who I am. It's no surprise to me either the singer of this song was the lyricist. Nothing against composers, they are all hugely
talented, but I believe that in order to write good lyrics you need to be a dreamer. Who knows......?