Like a circle in a spiral

With thanks to Elizabeth Stanford-Sharpe for directing me to it, here is what I now consider to be the definitive version of “The Windmills of Your Mind” (3:54) sung by Barbra Streisand. Oddly, her rendition is nearly twice the length of Noel Harrison’s original (2:18) even though the lyrics are identical.

Here she is earlier in her career, taking “I'm Five!” at a slightly faster tempo.

I have noticed over the years that listening to Barbra Streisand tends to affect people in one of two ways. It either (a) soothes their troubled minds or (b) makes their heads explode.

Just like her politics.

Without looking, can you name Barbra Streisand’s husbands?

The real question, though, is why would you want to?


[Editor’s note. Barbra Streisand had a long relationship with Jon Peters, a hair stylist and movie producer, but she has been married only two times, to actor Elliott Gould (born Elliot Goldstein) and actor James Brolin (born Craig Kenneth Bruderlin). It is entirely possible, therefore, that she has uttered the words “What’s the frequency, Kenneth?” in normal conversation.--RWP]

I’m Three! (on September 28th)

...or rather, my blog is. So just two short years from now, on my blogaversary or my blogiversary or whatever it should be called, I can post the following:

Barbra Streisand singing (among other things) “I'm Five!”

An oddity regarding that clip is that at the end of the song “I’m Five” on her 1965 television special My Name Is Barbra Barbra said “on August 29th” but on her 33-1/3 RPM (revolutions per minute) LP (long-playing) vinyl recording also called My Name Is Barbra she said “on April 24th” and it turns out that the latter is her actual birthday.

Because it’s always all about her, her, her just as this blog is all about me, me, me.


I think Barbra may be older than five in that particular picture.

Actually, I hope I have dispelled the notion that this blog is all about me, me, me over the course of the last three years. The truth is that without you, you, you this blog is just so many words. So Barbra will just have to wait her turn.

Here instead, from 1961, are the Ames Brothers singing “You, You, You.”