There’s something unique about a voice: since the first moment you hear it, it leaves a mark and you will always be able to recognize it.
Isn’t that true? Whenever we hear “Zombies”, unmistakably we recognize O’Riordan’s voice. When we listen to “Amaranth”, we can distinguish Olzon’s clear vocals. When the guitar riff of “Unleashed” begins, we know Simons’s voice will be there to greet us.
Perhaps we associate a voice to an event in our life, a memory of a first concert, a great news we’ve received, a celebration of an achieved success, a dream that we wish to come true. No matter what it is, we all know the feeling.
I think it’s comforting, during the ups and downs of our existence, to know that that voice is always there when we might need it. Sure, to each his own choices of genres and styles, but nontheless we all grow fond of something.
The most amazing thing happens when we meet someone who shares our passion and interest in “our voice”; either we share a connection to this person, or we want to preserve it only for us. It’s not jealousy, it’s not greed, it’s not possession. It’s just a sense of protection towards something that has a huge meaning for the listener. To divide our love for the voice is to actually multiply it: the more the merrier!
There is no such thing as loving a voice more or less, based on how much you know him/her, merit or lenght of time you’ve been a fan; if you hear the voice and you get goosebumps, for me that’s proof enough.
Don’t just force your personal taste to change because you feel like no one else likes what you like: there’s always someone who appreciates the uniqueness and standing out.
And how about you? Who is “your voice”?
