As I sit here to Midnight Serenade by Glenn Miller, I think about how things have changed. How with the years artforms come and go. And how romance isn't what it used to be.
In the middle ages it was common practice for those who wanted to show her love to play music for their love (either themselves or hire someone to do it for them). Now, I'm not saying that I want some guy to stand outside my door in tights with a mandoline singing off key, but where did it go?
Glenn Miller's score is an ode to this time, this art. It's a travel through time, inviting the listener to fall in love for a few minues.
A beautiful illustration of this is in an episode of Torchwood. Captain Jack gets sent back with one of his team to the second world war, where he encounters the real Captain Jack, an in what seems to be a deep love and regret they dance. The dance is not only one of sadness, but a beautiful eternal love and respect. By taking his name, he is showing an eternal devotion to the soldier that will die the following day. They don't play the serenade at this point, but the sentiment is the same.
It's beautiful. Depressing. Heartwarming.
It's what this ode is about, what this art is about.
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