Oooookay. So I admit it. In the 1970s I had such an enormous crush on this woman I would have crawled through broken glass just to nibble on her ear. I loved her voice, I loved her choice of material and I thought she was just about the most gorgeous woman ever. And I finally did see her in concert, twice, without the broken glass. Maybe I was lame, but there it is. And this was always one of my favorite songs (written by Gary B Wright); it always choked me up.
And a little strangeness that cropped up in YouTube. I had a beautiful silver-gray cat I named Phoebe, after one of my favorite singers. And here she is with . . .