While Cole Porter had a song by this title, when I think of this title, I think of the Boyz II Men cover version of the minor hit by the Five Satins. The Boyz II Men version of the song, which was for a film about the Jackson 5, hit #3 on the charts and was the 12th biggest song on the year-end Hot 100 for 1993. Even so, the song would be lucky to be in the top 10 hits the group ever made. Of all of the bands that were considered boy bands back in the 1990’s, I always thought that Boyz II Men got the most disrespect by being put under that label. Unlike many boy bands (or girl bands), the group did a great job both at covers as well as original songs, and had a real commitment to some solid harmonies. The song was such a worthwhile one that it was added to the band’s re-release of their debut album and it was certainly a worthy addition to that album. Boyz II Men, during the early to mid 1990’s, had a knack for crafting songs that spent forever on the charts and that often managed to spend a long time at #1, three times scoring lengths at #1 more than ten weeks, and at least once succeeding themselves at #1 when “On Bended Knee” replaced “I’ll Make Love To You” on the top of the charts in the mid-1990’s.
When I think of this particular still night, it is hard to imagine the smooth harmonies of Boyz II Men. After all, this night is a particularly still one, even by the standards of my nights. I could have complained about the heat of the night, but no one wants to hear me complain about the heat, so instead I will note the stillness of the night. There is almost no breeze, the river is silent and there have hardly been any people walking through the place where I am typing because the internet is good. The pools are quiet, the kids have all gone to bed, the people riding jet skis have all gone home, and there is no food preparation going on either. And so I’m typing in the still of the night, while it is getting late here and other guests are sleeping because they have planes in the morning to catch and where I hope that I will be able to have a relaxing day tomorrow of doing a bit of urban exploring with my walking stick and hopefully finding an ATM where I can get some money, and perhaps try out the Popeye’s and the Indian restaurant I noticed nearby on the map.
Of course, as I write this, it is four hours earlier where I live, and there are people already heading back home because they need to get to work tomorrow. My roommate, hopefully, will find some boxes of books waiting for me that he can put in the bathroom for me to open up and read when I get home. Others have some post-feast plans that include traveling, like my family, and still others, like the young people here in Suriname, have their school year beginning tomorrow. Although life is certainly different around the world–very different here than it is in the United States to be sure–there are some patterns that remain even as life as a whole changes from one place to another. And one of those constants is that after the Feast of Tabernacles is over, where the Feast has been held becomes a very quiet place very quickly. That is true wherever one happens to be, because people schedule flights with a high degree of precision and ambition, and because people know that once the final amen is said and one has dinner with one’s brethren, that it is time to return home once again, or else go on a normal vacation. So, as the party’s over and the mosquitoes have been having a bit too good of the feast, I suppose it is time for me to drink some water and then turn in myself.