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Bridge | May 01 2002

I’m standing at the bus stop singing I Saw Her Standing There and I’m excited because I just realized that if I sing an octave lower, I can hit the high note at the end of the bridge—“And I held her hand in mi-eee-ine”—and that it sounds almost sexy this way. A minute ago a woman sat on the bench behind me, so in deference to her, I’ve taken to singing the song under my breath, as they say, which strikes me as sexier still—I can barely resist myself when I sing this low, although I know from experience that I’m the only one so affected.