The Stupid Things…

Okay. This is one of those moments in my life in which I’m just so completely overcome with emotion that if I don’t get it out I may very well lose my mind. There’s something completely transcendental about the sound of a voice, the honesty, raw newness of it that just makes my entire being feel full up of sparkles and dynamite. One such voice that’s been able to completely pull me away from the utter dregs of my current existence is Robin Thicke.

I knew this man’s voice all the way back in 2003 when he was appearing in Sprite commercials in order to pimp his album to the thirsty masses. It’s not enough that his ability to produce exquisite sounds for other artists is completely spellbinding. No, this man has to have the voice of a prophet – and, trust me, I’m more than willing and able to listen and follow his gospel.

Today I was shaken once again by the man’s power and emotion when I found myself caught up in a memory. 2005. Two years after I purchased his Beautiful World CD. My first year of college. I was packing up to go home for my first summer back from uni. In the background was Thicke laying on the most superb show of lyricism and vocal openness that I’d heard for quite some time. In fact, his voice did the same number on me as Stevie Wonder’s voice in his power love song All Is Fair In Love. The Stupid Things was playing its soft sensuality all over my body and allowing me to escape into something new that I’d never experienced before.

Camiele

As unexpected as my path was to loving all things weird, more unexpected is my ability to get attention for writing about the stuff.

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