The besottment (besottal?) is purely musical, I must stress. The voice, the phrasing and the conveying of emotion is what it's all about for me. I have an embarrassingly large section of my cd collection devoted to him and was a few years ago chatted up over the cds in HMV by a very personable young man who wanted to grab a granny discuss the merits of the Capitol recordings.
I can't get that clip to play but can see its title. It's not going to be a gratuitous speedo shot, is it?
And I devoted some more time, while in the poetry library, to developing the screenplay for My Bad Boy Byron. In this next scene, Byron is composing The Dying Gladiator. He is, as I visualise him, very much a Method Poet and so, in order better to capture the thoughts and the very essence of the gladiator, he dresses as a Roman centurion in a gleaming breastplate and leather miniskirt. He has Very Fine Legs Indeed. (And being of equestrian rank, he rides around a bit on a noble steed, which creates a job for you in the horse-poo shovelling department, if you're still interested).
Oh poor Guy. So unlucky in love. We must start work on that thesis. The word transgression must appear in it somewhere.