I know many of you out there have been swept up into various video vortexes since the Voice emerged with his jazzy-soul-funk-blues-pop-fusion-go-head-with-yo-bad-self-vibe. Whew! Let me take you down a couple of my own recent rabbit holes.
First, “Everybody Wants to Rule the World.” Yeah, I know, everybody’s thinks they have explored and conquered that world already but this is the part that won’t let me go. Right where he begins to feel the joy while the band transitions to an upbeat tempo and he’s not singing but BRINGS THE MIC UP AND IDK GOES SHHHHH INTO IT OR SOMETHING SO DASTARDLY I MEAN HOW DARE HE USE HIS MOUTH AS A WIND INSTRUMENT LIKE THAT? Who makes a shhhhhh sound into a mic for no earthly reason except the pure love of sound? Play dat funky music, white boi! He don’t play fair and that’s the way you do it! He even has a sly, crooked smile on his face the whole time. Why does that drive me crazy?
Speaking of crazy, welcome to my other abyss. “Crazy” from the AI Viewing Party. It’s all good but this is, IMO the best Crazy yet and the part that keeps me tethered tight is right here.
That. That Ray Charles/Stevie Wonder shoulder roll at the beginning followed by that scrunching, crouching, hunkering low down in his seat as he reaches way down for something in the deepest depths of his soulful soul. What he brings to the surface is something primal, like all human emotion from the beginning of time. He wields his voice like a sword, so sharp it cuts right through you and with the tender passage that follows, you are healed. Who does that? Who makes a sound like that? I have never heard anyone do what he does with his voice and genius for emotional expression.
This next part is for David, my message in a bottle that I hope will somehow wash up on whatever shore you wander. Own who you are, all of it. Embrace it. Wrap your arms around it and if they don’t reach the whole entirety of your being, drill down till all of who you are bubbles up to the surface and know that you are the owner of all that you find. Your treasure is waiting.
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own.
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.