Sometimes I fantasize that Theo Bleckmann is singing just for me. Because I am a firm believer in making fantasies come true, I am currently negotiating to book Bleckmann for an evening of twenty consecutive private performances of his arrangement of Cole Porter’s “True Love.” I shall be his audience of one. The bells and whistles are part of his package, but I hope he also brings along some grown-up toys.

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