I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have admitted it to my friends a the time, but when I was 16 or so I listened to the soundtrack of the Barbra Streisand/Kris Kristofferson remake of "A Star is Born" over and over. We had a very large gilt framed mirror in the front hall of our house, and I would stand in front of it singing to those songs holding a hair-brush or whatever, and I WAS Barbra Streisand. Oh yes I WAS Barbra Streisand. I was aware of Barbra from the moment she appeared on the scene in the 60's, and she's always been some sort of marker for me ("Well I'm no Barbra Streisand"- that kind of thing).
I just listened to the soundtrack album online while I was painting Barbra, and oh-my-God the songs are terrible. The songwriting is so hokey I felt my shoulders were raised in a kind of permanent cringe as I listened. But as a teen I put myself in Barbra's place in that movie, and it was sooooooooooooo romantic and tragic... sigh.
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