may 29
sitting in the dark, all i see are the bright lights caressing the people below and hear his voice in my ear. if i close my eyes, its like he’s singing in my ear, to me and only me. it’s the concert experience that keeps me coming back for more.
Robert Smith looks down, brooding [still] and the words slip from his lips like honey… “…you make me feel like i am home again…”
there’s something so simple about the cure, about Smith’s lyrics and melodies. i think that’s what first attracted me to them. the music, the lyrics aren’t bloated with hyperbole, with metaphors that could never live up to real life. and he embodies this. he stands up there, just a boy in love and sings his heart out, quietly. there’s no pretense, nothing about him and his songs that feel contrived. it’s just you and he when he opens his mouth, and you connect.
it’s the hope every person has. to find someone you can simply connect with. someone that will make you feel like you’re home. nothing flowery, nothing romance-novel-esq. just that. a simple love that takes your breath away and leaves your heart beating the doors of your chest every time a thought of him, or her sprints through your mind.
as of late, i have been listening to lots of new music, most female singer, songwriters. the simplicity, once again of a singer and his, or in this case her piano/guitar/etc. accompanying their voice baring their soul that deeply connects for me. many well known, most unknown in the mainstream but all sharing stories of life, love and loss–three basic themes that resonate universally.
