  Last week I told myself to get started on doing some spring cleaning. I cleaned out the boot of my car. The urlLink wardrobe beside my bed. And I'm currently working through cleaning out my celebrity infatuation list. The other day I consoled myself with the fact that a relationship between urlLink JJJ radio announcer Myf Warhurst and I can never work out. Today I've dealt with the fact that a relationship with Norah Jones would be built too much on my desire for her as a performer and not as the beautiful butterfly that she is. Much like the rest of society, I've developed quite a love affair with the music of Norah Jones.
It is perfect to listen to in the background while surfing the net, driving my car, and spring cleaning celebrity infatuations. Despite listening to her first album more than any other CD I've ever bought, I'm still not sick of it. And honestly, I'd be a little lost without it. Which is why the relationship would never work. First of all, can you imagine the pressure that would be put on the relationship if, while driving the car, I put on her record.
While she may be cool with it once or twice, there's no way she'd be interested in regularly listening to her own release. The only solution would be for me to not listen to the CD again. And quite frankly, I just feel morally opposed to putting any woman between myself and the art I adore. And oddly, this is a statement I make while an mp3 of Turning Japanese by The Vapors is playing on my iTunes. The second hurdle in this would be my own sense of necessity to make use of my available resources. I love going to live urlLink gigs to see musicians. Why listen to the CD if I have the artist at my disposal?
It'd be a continual effort for me to get her in my passenger seat, crooning away while I drive down to the shops to get a carton of milk. But why stop there? Everytime I walk into a bookstore, or a coffee shop, I hear Norah's album Come Away With Me being piped through the speakers (heck, at times I suspect her record sales may be based purely on bookstore/coffee shop purchases alone). Instead of just listening to that, why not get Norah herself to sing as I search the store looking for one of the several Gregory Macdonald books that still elude me?
Sure, if one day I find that Norah Jones is knocking on my door. I won't be turning her away. But I know that the relationship is just not meant to be. And for that, I'm wiping her from my celebrity infatuations list. Farewell Jones, Norah. Next up: Mathis, Samantha. 
