random: slave to the rhythm ... only without most of the rhythm

[iainpj]

So, two, three entries ago, I said that a Genuine Bond Song was "something you can imagine Shirley Bassey -- or, in a pinch, Tina Turner -- singing without making you wonder in a bemused or appalled way, 'What could she possibly have been THINKING?'"



Really, definitely not a Genuine Bond Song. Or even a fake one. It does, however, make you wonder, "What could she possibly have been THINKING?" (I mean, the bit where they flip over and do the bicycle thing alone ...!) And she also took a very strongly rhythmic, percussive song and kind of ... depercussed it. A lot.

It is also, I presume mostly unintentionally, just about the gayest thing I have ever seen.

So that was kind of ... I mean, it was ... Well. Yes. Quite. (Actually, that looked like nothing so much as someone saying, "I'm 60, I'm a Dame, and I want to be surrounded by pretty mostly-naked men, dammit, and I can be so I will be!" And, honestly, having a really good time saying it.)

Here, let's try something a bit more ... well, a bit more her, shall we? Let's shall.

Or better yet, this one:

Much better, really. If considerably less pulchritudinous.