I wanted this to be an ode to my dog, Ventje. He has been my buddy now for almost 12 years.
He is a very lively (I found the word ‘zippy’ in the dictionary, I like that: he is zippy!), somewhat macho, watchful dog and now he is getting old. The brown in his face is turning gray, he is on pills now, because of osteoarthritis and I’ve noticed his sight isn’t what it used to be (the other day I noticed him wagging his tail at an overhanging shrubbery). Nowadays he often walks behind me where he used to always be in front of me.
He is about 12,5 years old now. I don’t know his exact age, when I found him at the animal shelter he was round about one year old. They told me he was found and they checked his teeth to estimate his age and gave him the birth date October,15 1999.
Thinking about what else to write about Ventje (btw Ventje is Dutch for ‘little fellow’), I thought about this song by Sting: Perfect Love … Gone wrong. I am a big fan of Sting, and of all the beautiful songs Sting wrote, this one is my favourite. I love the lyrics.
There are two versions of this song, the first one is on the brand new day album, which was released in 1999 and is a pop/jazz/rap version with a French rap by Manu in it:
Now the second version is something else.
It is a live version in a jazz setting, with an amazing band, including my favourite bass player, Christian McBride. It is from a live concert in Italy, which happened to be on 9/11 2001 at the same time the WTC was attacked, which of course effected the concert. This clip shows a part of that concert; the second song in the clip is Perfect Love … gone wrong:
This version gives me goosebumps, I hope you like it too