Friday, April 12, 2013
“Kisses on the Bottom”
takes a casual stroll
down Tin Pan Alley.
Classic songbook fare,
the core of countless jazz albums,
McCartney’s stab at the nostalgia market,
framed as a Valentine’s Day gift
to his new wife, Nancy.
A late career roll,
this slow dance with the misty past.
These songs are meant to swing;
McCartney lets them plod.
Sometimes you need to know when to quit.
© 2012 Catherine Giordano
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