Moondeaf

OK. So I'm in the mall and I hear on the speaker a “Ratpack”-style version of “Moondance,” complete with jazz orcheatra. It seemed a good idea, but a listen to the sweet-voiced singer, who I think was Michael Buble, left me wondering what the rush was about. He was pushing the tempo without reason and sang as if he didn't care what he was singing about. as long as you could turn the song into another cliched finger-snapper. Basically, it lacked soul. If you want “Moondance,” queue up Van Morrison.

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Author: hankkalet

Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie. View all posts by hankkalet