And I am totally pooped.
Dan jokes that whenever I am stressed, I read through my planner before bed. Much as this seems completely oxymoronic, doing so actually helps ease the stress. Instead of reminding me of all I have to do, it lets me organize what I need to do and plan a time for it, and it releases me from worrying about remembering it because I know it's already been recorded in my trusty planner. Call it The Crazy.
In any case, on my (very lengthy) drive home yesterday, I totally relaxed for a moment when a gorgeous voice came on my iPod. And thus, I bring you:
Voices I Would Marry!
In no particular order,
- Michael Buble. His gorgeous, dusky, rich voice definitely makes the cut. The aforementioned song was him singing "My Grownup Christmas List." Now, let me make clear that I'm usually adamantly opposed to listening to Christmas music outside of the Thanksgiving-New Year's window, but I consider this an exception because that's not really the point of the song anyway, and because his voice is such that, to quote Randy, he could sing the phonebook and it would be awesome. Despite the fact that he was singing about wanting to cure the world's ills, well, Sa-WOON!
- Gary LeVox. Lead singer of Rascal Flatts. My goodness, he has one of the clearest and most controlled voices I've ever heard. It is just gorgeous. His runs are seriously spectacular. I love the uncut versions of their songs because even then his voice is pretty near flawless. And seriously, how could you not love a voice that sings about a grandma?
- David Archuleta. Okay, okay, bring on the mockery. I can take it. Seriously, though, go youtube his performance of "Imagine" or "When You Believe." That kid has some serious pipes. And his pitch is well, just wow. He is spot on .
- James Taylor. 'Nuff said.
Who owns your voices of glory?
