(In the meantime, let me tell you that I love you.)*
Tuesday, 28 December 2004 06:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carose59Where The Mountains Help The Moon Come Into Sight.*
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I've been listening to virtually nothing but Dean Martin at work (a little Bobby Darin and Perry Como thrown in, but mostly Dino) and I suddenly realized why. Dean Martin is comfort music.
Dean Martin has the same effect as eating my mother's potato soup, or warm bread, or fudge. Dean Martin is sensual, but very, very safe; when I listen to Dean Martin, nothing bad could possibly happen to me, and something wonderful definitely does happen to me. The world gets very peaceful, very serene, very soft and sleepy and easy to live in. If I combined listening to Dean Martin with potato soup and fudge, I'd probably go into a trance.
Well, I didn't have any plans for the weekend anyway. Nothing that can't be postponed, anyway. I believe an experiment is in order.
*Buona Sera, Michael Buble
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I've been listening to virtually nothing but Dean Martin at work (a little Bobby Darin and Perry Como thrown in, but mostly Dino) and I suddenly realized why. Dean Martin is comfort music.
Dean Martin has the same effect as eating my mother's potato soup, or warm bread, or fudge. Dean Martin is sensual, but very, very safe; when I listen to Dean Martin, nothing bad could possibly happen to me, and something wonderful definitely does happen to me. The world gets very peaceful, very serene, very soft and sleepy and easy to live in. If I combined listening to Dean Martin with potato soup and fudge, I'd probably go into a trance.
Well, I didn't have any plans for the weekend anyway. Nothing that can't be postponed, anyway. I believe an experiment is in order.
*Buona Sera, Michael Buble