I seem to have this problem. This problem of phases. One moment I'll get inexplicably excited about something or another and pursue it as if it were my lifelong passion, and then, just as suddenly and certainly just as inexplicably, I'll drop it like it's hot. If only I could express my fervent desire to NOT live through the important things like this. My friends have warned me, "Dude, what's gonna happen when you get obsessed with a guy like you do?"
Like I do.
Poor guy. That is all I have to say. I will weep for that man as much as I will rejoice in finally finding him.
Current obsession: opera (and not the browser, though that is admirable as well).
More specifically: Luciano Pavarotti. That man (may he rest in peace) is as close as the human race ever got to musical perfection. Those who know me understand how I will listen to one singer obsessively because I love the timbre of their voice, their phrasing, their quirky personalities, etc.... But never have all these elements come together in one miraculous human being. His voice tugs at my heartstrings. It lifts me to soar amongst silver clouds and sparkling sunshine. I can feel something happening physically, not just emotionally. I can only describe it as an involuntary clenching of all internal muscles. That voice can make rocks weep and scarecrows rejoice. Many songs will send me into a rapturous epileptic seizure ("Sleeping Lessons" by The Shins is such an example), but that voice! No words! Only poetry will suffice. Poetry from the gods.
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