Setting the standard
A couple of years ago, capitulating to an early mid-life crisis, I decided to go back to singing lessons. I told my teacher at our first meeting that I liked jazz, and she flipped open her piano stool and dug around for the sheet music for a standard called You Go To My Head. The words are simple enough – comparing the feeling of being in love to a state of drunken dizziness.
When she offered to demonstrate by
