OK Pandora, what’s the deal? Where are you…?
The first time I heard your voice it was in 2003. I was strolling the streets of Turin and your song Maybe That’s What It Takes was playing on my portable radio.
Then, as it does there sometimes, it started to rain.
I love the rain. In fact I love the rain just as much as I love the sunshine. Especially both at the same time… that’s really nice. Makes you feel all exotic.
As the water began to swoosh along the foot polished pavements of this romantically architectured metropolis, the radio hostess announced to the world this was your debut album and, like a gentle arm around my shoulder, the next song Here Comes The Rain Again began to play.
To be honest I couldn’t believe my ears when I first heard your singing. Oh of course, I expect people have often said, “she’s no Opera queen”, or, “too husky for my taste”… but, looking at your face right now, as the rain pours down outside against my tin-roofed Somerset apartment in the middle of nowhere… it’s the only voice I want to hear.