.:] Me, Lola, and Norah [:.

Often when I'm out walking/working/whatever, I've my head phones on. Well, one of them, cause I'm usually singing along and harmonizing witht the vocalist. What a sight/sound(?) for someone who comes across me crooning a tune. Perhaps they think: "That kinda sounds familiar, what is it?" Or: "Goddamn, she's fucking outtta tune."

Then there is my dear dear Lola, who as long as I've known her, has had a horrible singing voice. And no real ear for music as well. The dear woman has taught herself the keyboard at a ripe old age. Nonetheless, she mangles a karaoke version of " The Nearness of You" that has been turned up so she (and my Pops) can hear the song. (Nevermind that the words are going right across the screen...) The subwoofer thumps the bass gently through my bedroom wall.

Lying on my bed, I usually slip on my headphones to hear Norah Jones' version and I try to mangle a harmony.

Norah Jones - The Nearness of You

It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no
It's just the nearness of you

It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation, oh no
It's just the nearness of you

When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true

I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night the nearness of you