instead of going with harold hill this morning, i decided to let miss sylvie take me to 'night church,' with this moody, cool, contagious french ballad. from the first time i heard it, the charming, bluish, dated hook had me, well... hooked. it sort of brings to mind cozy rain dotted windows, the sweet musk of often-borrowed library books, and softly padding cats. sylvie looks smart in her little white suit, and her voice has a sexy, plaintive strain to it. i love this one.
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