The sweet sound of smooth jazz.
“You are far, when I could have been your star/You listened to people who scared you to death, and from my heart/Strange that I was wrong enough to think you could love me too/You must have been kissing a fool.”
I have this slightly ridiculous fantasy of dressing up in a dazzling, probably beaded black dress, reminiscent of days gone past, with sultry eyes, blues-ing my way through life in some smoky club. Are there still those blues ladies out there? The real ones. The ones that wear the long dresses and sing with a piano and saxophone. Of course, I don’t sing, but man, I love the idea of it. The whole atmosphere is gorgeous. I just watched Don’t Bother to Knock and there is a character who is one of those women and it got me thinking about it when I listened to Kissing a Fool and George Michael’s painfully silky voice.
Please, do yourself a favor and listen: http://www.playlist.com/searchbeta/tracks#kissing%20a%20fool/all/1
It’s the first track.