Word: papas
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Lewinsky, a typical child of divorce--skilled, as many such children are, in secrecy, guilt tripping and seduction--found herself a new family in Washington. She was happy with them for a while, and they with her. And everyone's needs were met, as the therapists say. Papa Bill, Mama Linda and Baby Monica got what they wanted from one another, each in his own way. There was only one problem: they hardly knew each other. Let alone themselves...
...mystery you are going to get. The other songs are in banal-cute popenglish, which is that language which rhymes every so often at the cost of linear narrative or even fundamental sense: "I'll be your Baba Papa/I'll be you Baba Papa/If you'll be a BaBa Papa to me." Okay. What do you say to that? You just bob your head along and agree...
Otherwise, you would never have known that thing about the Baba Papa. And, you would have been fed some other inanity by some other pop band. My theory is that International Velvet got to three the same other inanity by some other pop band. My theory is that International Velvet got to three the same way that Sartre won the Nobel Prize for Literature--because somebody had to. It (either the album or Sartre) is not something you want to take to a desert island with you. Unless you are certain that you are going to die soon, and want...
...remarkable feature of Catatonia is the vocal uniqueness of Lewis. Hers is a sexy, scratchy elfin voice that sounds like Bjork with a mild fever and a wider range, that adds a disarming freshness to the songs. I especially like the way she whispers "Baba Papa," Which suggests all the subtle sweet sex appeal of the continent (although, strictly, Wales, you Know...
...patience, the sort I suspect God has with people like me." Patience with her own demons came slowly. As a young woman, "a booze-sucking, pill-popping, dope-slamming druggie," she turned 18 in jail, jugged on a possession charge. She seems not to have known Grand-Papa Ernest well (and would say, no, no, not that Hemingway family, not me), though later she adored his younger brother, her great-uncle Leicester, and spent memorable days deep-sea fishing with...