I've got her in my head tonight. Dinah Washington. The most amazing jazz singer ever. My brother introduced me to her when I was 15. I mentioned that I liked jazz, and the next thing I knew, he had gotten me a Dinah Washington cassette tape. I've since upgraded to a CD, but I think I have the cassette somewhere.
So anyhow, tonight I'm humming, "I Could Write a Book..." about the way you laugh, the way you whisper, the way you look. It's in my head. Which is odd, because my favorite is probably "What a Difference a Day Makes," which has been done by so many artists. Yet that is what is in my head. Who knows why.
But I'm playing Wild Horses on the speakers. Because my Dinah MP3's aren't working. Sigh. So I'l just keep her in my head while I listen to other melancholy songs that don't lift me the same way that she does.