Michael Buble dances funny but I love the jazzy strains of his soulful renditions. Makes me very whimsical - two points in example: his version of "That's All" and "Put your head on my shoulder".
I think I did mention before (perhaps not on my blog) that men who can play/produce music make me go weak at the knees. But I'd have to know him too. Michael Buble can sing his heart out and I'd appreciate him for nothing more than his singing. But when a friend or someone I know in passing is able to sing well or play an instrument well, my heart-strings go "Twang!", especially if it's a ballad. Music has that effect on me. It's funny, but once I started developing feelings for a guy who only SENT me nice music (and lest any of you start getting worried that I've secretly crushed on you in the past, lots of people have sent me music, but he sent the most. Also it was a really long time ago). I think music is a brilliant gift, anyway. Trés romantique, non? Why do you think serenades work so well?
And please don't try to manipulate me now you know my secret. I took you in confidence only because... y'know, I trusted you!
:: nimezs @ 12:13 am [+] ::
