Michelle…Oh, Well!

 The Knight Troubadour and The First Lady

 

Sir Paul McCartney Serenades America’s First Lady

It was the stuff fairy tales are made of, and little girls dream about: to be publicly serenaded by a world renowned crooner.  And it is a measure of the extraordinary character of our times that the object of this British knight and world renowned song poet is a beautiful dusky daughter of the South Side of Chi town.  The elegance, intelligence and charm she exudes does not come from nowhere.  She is an exquisite black pearl formed in the crucible of Black America from whence she inheriets her style and beauty and draws her strength.

Although white Americans look at every outstanding Afro-American as a singular phenomenon, an curious orchid among weeds, anybody who has spent any time among the Chicago black bourgeoisie knows that Michelle is the exemplar of a grand tradition.  Every time I visited Chicago over the years I was smitten by some black, brown or beige Chi town beauty.  They are, with no qualification, among the most cultivated and stylish women in the world.  Hence the high style of our first lady is characteristic of the splendid taste and daring attitude of her class.

It seemed altogether fitting that a Knight should sing her praises before the world.  No matter how he came to write “Michelle” it will forever belong to the First Lady.  Alas, like so many popular songs, once the music is removed the lyrics lose much of its power when forced to stand alone.  The lyrics of Ira Gershwin, Cole Porter, Billy Strayhorn, or James Weldon Johnson are often exceptions to this general trend and retain their poetic power after the melody is silenced.

However Sir Paul’s song does not begin to offer images of sufficient power and poetry to describe the beauty and depth of our first lady.  The emotional power of the song is in its hauntingly beautiful melody, and Sir Paul’s soulful heartfelt performance.  It was a magic moment in a night on which Mr. McCartney was honored with the George Gershwin award for his contribution to popular music.

Whether one is a Beatles fan or not, their music was the background sound to which many of the best and brightest souls of a generation acted out their lives and loves. And thus to have this song that bears her name dedicated to the first lady by the song poet who penned it will surely add to her immortality.  It was a magic and unforgettable moment when Sir Paul confessed that it was his dream to sing his song to our Black  first Lady in the White House, and he begged the President’s indulgence.

Then the haunting melody began softly as a summer morning.   Now  little black girls who witness the musical panegyric to this elegant ebony satin doll will no longer question their beauty, because all previous first ladies literally pale in comparison to Michelle!

 MICHELLE, MA BELLE,
THESE ARE WORDS THAT GO TOGETHER WELL,
MY MICHELLE.

MICHELLE, MA BELLE,
SONT DES MOTS QUI VONT TRES BIEN ENSEMBLE,
TRES BIEN ENSEMBLE.

WELL, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU,
THAT’S ALL I WANNA SAY.
UNTIL I FIND A WAY,
I WILL SAY THE ONLY WORDS I KNOW
THAT YOU’LL UNDERSTAND.

MICHELLE, MA BELLE,
SONT DES MOTS QUI VONT TRES BIEN ENSEMBLE,
TRES BIEN ENSEMBLE.

I NEED TO, I NEED TO, I NEED TO,
I NEED TO MAKE YOU SEE.
WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME.
AND UNTIL I DO, I’M HOPING YOU
WILL KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

I LOVE YOU-OO-OO.

WELL, I WANT YOU, I WANT YOU, I WANT YOU,
I THINK YOU KNOW BY NOW.
I´LL GET TO YOU SOMEHOW.
AND UNTIL I DO, I’M TELLING YOU,
SO YOU’LL UNDERSTAND.

MICHELLE, MA BELLE,
SONT DES MOTS QUI VONT TRES BIEN ENSEMBLE,
TRES BIEN ENSEMBLE.

AND I WILL SAY THE ONLY WORDS I KNOW
THAT YOU’LL UNDERSTAND,
MY MICHELLE.

AH-HA-HA-HA-HA!

YES, I WILL SAY THE ONLY WORDS I KNOW
THAT YOU’LL UNDERSTAND,
MY MICHELLE.

Sunshine Smiles

 We Love Your

 

 Grace and Charm

 

 We Admire Your

 Elegance Of Style and Manners

We Need Your

Wisdom and Strength

Michelle!

Towering Over Madame Sarkozy: A Supermodel!

You Represent Our Nation So Swell!

My Dear Michelle

No First Lady Ever Wore The Title So Well!

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Playthell Benjamin

Harlem, New York

June 4, 2010

 

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