Because things can change.
It’s difficult to have a single all-time favourite.
I have favourite pop songs; favourite rock songs; favourite classical tunes. But, it’s really hard to pick a single favourite from each category, never mind overall.
But, if I had to choose… if you were to put a bun to my head and force me to pick one, then I would probably go with Fly Me To The Moon, a song that I have long heralded as a personal favourite. Of course, Frank Sinatra had a big hit with it, but I’ve always preferred Julie London’s version.
In 2002, it became even more special to me. The current Mrs Masher and I were on a cruise ship out Singapore way, for my birthday. Each night, after dinner, we would finish up in our favourite bar, where long-legged Asian girls with improbably small bottoms and impossibly short skirts, would serve us free cocktails, whilst a pianist played gentle tunes in the corner.
It doesn’t get much better than that.
One evening, after downing several Black Russians, I wandered over and asked him to play Fly Me To The Moon. and he did.
And he played it the next night.
And the next.
In fact, wherever there was a piano, Ronald – for that was his name – would play it whenever he saw me. In the bar; in the casino; in the main dining hall. Even as we were disembarking at the end of the cruise, I heard it playing and turned to Ronald smiling at me as he played it on the grand piano at the bottom of the stairs.
It was ‘our tune’. Mine and Ronald’s.