It's friday.
9:27 pm.
iTunes Paused.
TV Off.
My ears are fully committed to my neighbors. With my windows open I can hear them ever so clearly. My female neighbor is always singing/playing her music. But tonight, She's invited a male friend over and his voice not only has molded perfectly with hers, but has swept her voice and the melody it carries; off it's feet to another level.
At this point, I find myself very close to walk up there knock on the door. Just to hang, sit, and listen. Right now, as I type they've just stopped and are laughing and dinking around with chords, deciding what to play next.
I hope, I think, they are in love.
I am in love with the fact of them possibility being in love. I can almost feel their chemistry through my window.
Whoever wants to come over next friday and eavesdrop on this musical goodness is welcome, just give me an advanced warning, because (of course) my apartment is a pigs sty.
to let you in, I'd say the female is- Cat Power, meets Jewel, Meets Zooey Deschanel. The guy.... Mason Jennnings meets M. Ward. Meets.......something sexy.
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