Wishing I Could Forget

• Nita Rossi, “Untrue, Unfaithful (That Was You)” (buy here)

I love the show-tune feel: the opening flute, the strings, the tympani sound of the drums, the wispy verses alternating with the belting chorus. It doesn’t get much more massaged & manicured than this, even though the song’s an expression of raw misery & confusion. (She’s been fucked around by her dude, still cares about him anyway, hates herself for it, etc.) It’s like the singer’s engaging in some formal soul-cleansing ceremony via this highly stylized piece of theatre: dispelling the pain & rising above it & honouring it all at once.

All of which, I realize, could be said about approximately one million pop and soul and show tunes of all stripe. But very few of those million tunes have a flute line as awesome as this one. And we are big fans of the flute here at Bury Me Not.