My soundtracks to my past heartbreaks were by James Morrison, Dishwalla, Adele, and Sam Smith.
Respec. Tive. Ly.
Done with that.
This new chapter in life sees me going back to basics.
I bet 100% of people who know me would fail guessing who has influenced and inspired my singing & songwriting since I was, what, in my sophomore year of high school. Ordinary People. Read My Mind. We Are The Wave. I Can. My Father's Son. Earthbound.
He could be the secret answer to a lost password. Truth is, not a day goes by without me humming that sort of untitled familiar 90s tune somewhere in my head; not trying to squeeze a soulful belt only he could masterfully actualize; or garbling random words off his organic archive. He creeps into my subconscious too deep I cannot undo this incorporeal sonic coupling. He could have the perfect contour of vocal talent I never had. He is that much of an unfamiliar territory in my biography but otherwise the one I'd place in the same sentence with Stevie Wonder, Eric Benet, Mariah Carey, BoyzIIMen and that other guy who I feel is his voice's long lost brother - East 17's Brian Harvey. Wish I could be half as great as this underrated man.
I feel guilty missing his latest milestone when he released another gem - ironically dubbed "Best Friend" in a time I felt I had no solid one. 2010 must've been the year I was totally out of it. Or in a new place myself. Sorry, man. I'm making it up to you by jacking up your play count in my iTunes. You gotta return this favor with a generous dose of music therapy, promise me. I wonder if you still sound the same 18 years since your holy genesis. What I wouldn't give to have a duet with you or be under your voice's spell in a meter or two.
Lord, bring my voice back. I wanna sing the Conner Reeves way.
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