Uncle John Scalzi asks, if we could choose any singer past or present to sing us any song, what would we choose?
I'd ask John Gary to sing More. (More than the stars could ever know) It is the epitome of love songs. Never mind asking why, I was in l=o=v=e.
The doesn't explain my second choice: Frank Sinatra to sing The Music Stopped (but we went on dancing). All the teen-aged girls went nuts over Frank, but I was a soldier in uniform, for gosh sakes, but I almost fainted when I heard the first bars of that song in amovie at the base movie theater. I feigned composure and told my buddies merely, "He's almost as good as Bing Crosby." I didn't want to get my ass whipped for being a sissy boy..