"If there were a devil, I'd sell him my soul to have a voice like that..."
Below is a partial (and barely edited) transcription of the conversation illegibly reproduced to the left. It drunkenly occurred between NB and I during the Mark Kozelek show at the Highline Ballroom last Friday. I'm a believer in the therapeutic powers of embarrassment...
B: Don't you think that w/ a voice like that, any woman would instantly fall in love with him if he looked into her eyes while singing to her? (And those who wouldn't are sort of the ones that don't count anyway?) You know what I mean?
N: Yeah, I do know what you mean... I used to think that about David Gahan because he wasn't particularly a looker, but there's just something about what comes out of them with their voices...I don't know if I'm making any sense. I gotta pee again!
B: It's just that he possesses something that—for lack of a better way of explaining it—is magic. He's sort of inhuman with a voice like that! [Section redacted...] You know what I'm sayin'? I'm going go pee.
N: There're lots of men/women like that...they do one thing so well and distinctively that they are mesmerizing. They have some power over you.
B: We should scan this and put it on the blog.
N: Maybe, but maybe we should edit this part out to make us look less dorky.
B: I think it might be too late for that.
N: True. All too true.
B: I smell sweaty.
N: Maybe you should take a shower. I bet if Mark Kozelek didn't shower even his magical voice couldn't save him. I have to pee.
You know, come to think of it, I think I was first introduced to Red House Painters way back when by my eldest friend (in friendship years, not age years), so here's to her:
"Have You Forgotten" by Red House Painters: