This is an exquisite song and the video for it was equally exquisite—odd for a song about a controlling relationship. I agree in thinking Mann wrote this about her love affair with Michael Hausman—a band member who later became her manager and remains so. In many ways it depicts a kind of Svengali deal where Hausman was no doubt trying to mold a reluctant and frustrated Mann into a star. She wanted a lover while Hausman was doing what he does best—managing the business and I don’t say this with criticism for either one of them. We are what we are and we do what we can do best.
I ran into this song ironically with my angel who showed up in my life much to my surprise and bewilderment, behaving like such a Svengali. In our performance art chapters, we could perform this song with our eyes closed. Not a direct analogy, the hush hush was more a joke—with me saying, for an angel who claims he wants to keep this private, you are certainly broadcasting like a foghorn.
Being fairly dramatic and feeling put upon often, I was fond of shrieking at him—when I would play the song—“he wants me but only part of the time … he wants me, if he can keep me in line”. On the other hand, he never told me to shut up although he would remind me that this Sicilian I had worked for did—and of course I didn’t shut up. Where the hell did he think he was? Sicily? And I didn’t wish the angel would let me talk—we talked enough for two and then some.
This is an exquisite song and the video for it was equally exquisite—odd for a song about a controlling relationship. I agree in thinking Mann wrote this about her love affair with Michael Hausman—a band member who later became her manager and remains so. In many ways it depicts a kind of Svengali deal where Hausman was no doubt trying to mold a reluctant and frustrated Mann into a star. She wanted a lover while Hausman was doing what he does best—managing the business and I don’t say this with criticism for either one of them. We are what we are and we do what we can do best.
I ran into this song ironically with my angel who showed up in my life much to my surprise and bewilderment, behaving like such a Svengali. In our performance art chapters, we could perform this song with our eyes closed. Not a direct analogy, the hush hush was more a joke—with me saying, for an angel who claims he wants to keep this private, you are certainly broadcasting like a foghorn.
Being fairly dramatic and feeling put upon often, I was fond of shrieking at him—when I would play the song—“he wants me but only part of the time … he wants me, if he can keep me in line”. On the other hand, he never told me to shut up although he would remind me that this Sicilian I had worked for did—and of course I didn’t shut up. Where the hell did he think he was? Sicily? And I didn’t wish the angel would let me talk—we talked enough for two and then some.