The breakthrough Harry Connick jr album.
If I recall correctly, this was a birthday present from Little Brother in 1990. An album that doesn't get played probably as much as it should. Some nice songs, and overall very pleasant, but nothing that hits me in the heartstrings. Although I do very much like A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square
I haven't a clue what genre to put Harry into - I suppose it's a bit Jazzy, crooning. I don't know what he's doing now. Perhaps I don't want to. In the mid Nineties I visited Matt, and one of his housemates, the lovely Mark, had been to a Harry Connick concert the night before. He said a lot of people walked out, because they were expecting croony jazzy style, and were quite aghast at the new direction.
When my friend Megan was at school (at Buddy Holly's old school, as it happens), she really fancied a guy, but he went off with some glamorously beautiful b*t*h. That glamorously beautiful b*t*h later became Mrs Harry Connick, jr. I don't know whether she still is.
