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Post no.56 (Will you love me tomorrow?)

September 6, 2011

I was clearing up a bit after the plasterers. It’s Ok. It’s a man’s cleaning up job – none of your ninny mopping and floor disinfectants smelling of eucalyptus shavings roasted for 15 minutes on gas mark 5 or whatever it is they’re supposed to smell of. I know about these things because I’m married – which makes me an equal opportunity masochist I suppose. Whatever. I was cleaning up after the plasterers, as I was saying and by a stroke of luck, Joanna had forgotten her ipod and loudspeaker-cum-charging dock at home. So I switched it on. She’s going through an Amy Winehouse phase at the moment.

First things first. Amy Winehouse, God rest her soul, could sing. I took the superlatives used to describe her and her music – when all major news stations told us that she left for pastures greener – with a fistful of salt. I knew she used to hit the headlines for the wrong reasons more often than not and that was that. That she could carry a tune in a bucket even was obvious. She wouldn’t have been the best selling British female artist of the 21st century otherwise, would she? I digress.

Amy Winehouse covered “Will you love me tomorrow” by the Shirelles. The original is one of those minor irritations without which life would be that much sweeter; like if-you-got-rid-of-that-pylon-that-ruins-the-picturesque-view-of-the-valley-from-your-breakfast-room-life-would-be-sweeter sort of thing.

When you hear the Shirelles’ version you can nearly see Shirley Owens smiling, shaking her head and slapping her hip. The ding-a-ling-ting-ting intro makes you believe it’s going to be a happy clappy  tune on the lines of something by the Monkees. I don’t know about you, but when I hear that  jingly intro followed by “Tonight you’re mine completely” I tune out. There’s nothing clap-happy in telling someone that s/he’s yours completely. For a comparable degree of “inappropriate” picture a heavily made up death metal outfit banging their heads and flicking their tongues like there’s no tomorrow selling talcum powder or stringy cheese.

What’s all this got to do with the price of eggs? Fair question. Remember the plasterers after whom I was cleaning up, listening to the ipod Joanna  (who’s going through an Amy Winehouse phase) had forgotten. Up comes Winehouse’s rendition of “Will you love me tomorrow?” from the Bridget Jones soundtrack. Get it?

A lovely and melancholic version thoroughly suited for the song, IMO. I wouldn’t say it talks just about a woman’s fear of being ditched after giving herself completely to someone else. Only porn stars and nymphomaniacs have sex like they’re having coffee – and I don’t think it’s only about sex, either. I guess we’re all reluctant to open up and we’re all scared of pain. This is precisely why I think Winehouse’s cover is perfect. It’s ragged, not neat, whingey, sexy, sultry, controlling, dependent and desperate. Just like a person who’s in unrequited love… like I said, I know certain things ‘cos I’m married 😉

The Lyrics (for your convenience)

Tonight you’re mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
Will you love me tomorrow?

Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment’s pleasure?
Can I believe the magic of your sighs?
Will you still love me tomorrow?

Tonight with words unspoken
And you say that I’m the only one, the only one, yeah
But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning star?

I’d like to know that your love
Is love I can be sure of
So tell me now, cause I won’t ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Will you still love me tomorrow?

They’re minutely different from the “original” lyrics

Technical info *ahem*

This song was written in 1961 by Carole King and somebody else. It’s on the 500 greatest songs of all time on the Rolling Stones list. This is one of the most covered songs too, apparently.

Honourable mentions (in no particular order)

Lorrie Morgan – earthy and sexy

Laura Branigan – good “speed” but too clean

Elton John – don’t know why, but it’s good

Carole King (1971) – obviously; she wrote it

Brenda Lee – starts badly, but turns out to be quite good

Millie Jackson – nearly as good as Winehouse’s version. She sings a mean “just when I needed you most” too.

Roberta Flack

Debbie Gibson – cute-ish

One to avoid at all costs

Donnie Elbert – must have been those tight and shiny 60s suits

A close second

Lauryn Hill – she rushes through it like she needs to pee – which is a pity because I quite like Lauryn Hill.


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