Mamie Parris: "I Don't Care Much" from Cabaret. Barbra's version is haunting and lovely. I love the dark tone of the piece and the careless attitude it demands of the heroine. It evokes a cold, urgent romance in a desperate time and place but with a hint of playfulness. It's lovely, subtle melody only enforces the lyric, making the whole song "sing" on its own. Like so many Kander and Ebb songs, its artistry is a gift to the singer, not a task. I identify with it, and I'd love to sing it someday.
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