I like women.
In fact, I love women.
Mind you, this is not an attempt to reaffirm my sexuality and make a public declaration regarding my sexual preferences. I am not referring to how I view women sexually. What I’m talking about is appreciating women. I feel strongly for what they offer to this world and what they make me feel.
A strong, warm, female voice calms me down, makes me feel good, puts a smile on my face and soothes my soul. I can almost feel my ears go into a fetal position and suck on their own lobes. You can tell a lot about someone’s character through their voice. Well, at least I can. Usually I’m not proven wrong. Usually...
How did this come up just now? I am listening to “Dog Days Are Over” by Florence + The Machine and the singer’s voice is beautiful. It has nothing girly about it. It’s not that high-pitched, girly voice that is usually followed by a giggle and eyes shut tightly. It’s that mature voice, filled with certainty. Without even knowing who the hell that artist is, I am picturing a woman that knows what she wants. A woman that has gone through deep sadness and ecstatic joy. A woman that knows a lot about a lot and is not afraid to look at someone in the eyes and smile at them.
The song ended and was followed by “City Of London” by Mekons. Yet another beautiful, alluring voice. Again, a voice that inspires confidence and respect. However, this voice gives away a more playful character. A more seductive character. A woman that will have you hooked and acting like a Dali-like melting puppy at her single touch.
That is the kind of voice I want my ears to be graced with. Even before initiating a conversation I feel inspired by that person. I feel that I will hear something more important than “You’re not going to believe what Gracey did yesterday when I filled her food bowl”! I immediately feel the desire to express my deepest feelings, worries and desires to this person. Granted, I may change my mind during the course of the conversation, but I start on a positive note, rather than with a cringing “oh god.....” feeling.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that people without that kind of voice are not worth the time of day and that I would judge them negatively just because of that. But having such a voice, even a psychopath will have their foot through the door in getting my attention. My response to the all-too-typical question “What’s the first thing that you notice in a woman?” is, without fail, her eyes and her voice. Yes, I know those are two things, shut up!
Having come up with the name “Gracey”, Grace Potter came to mind, the singer of Grace Potter And The Nocturnals. She doesn’t have what I would typically identify as a beautiful, heart-warming voice. The energy, though, that she transmits when singing and the emotions that she inspires is really something else. Her voice belongs to a different category. It’s as if she uses her voice as a medium through which she transmits her energy and her positivity. Some people can do that. I couldn’t tell you how. They just do. It’s strange. Not even the lyrics matter. It’s the vibrations that take place in my ear drums that do the trick. It’s the power of the voice that can be used in many ways, regardless of its quality. Now, I can’t deny that she is also a very very beautiful woman. But really, whether seeing her live or listening to her music at home, I close my eyes and her voice alone takes me where I want to be. No, I don’t do that while driving, don’t worry.
As you can tell, voices are very important to me. Even the ones in my head. I don’t know what I would do without my hearing.
I like voices!
In fact, I love voices!
Yeah... I guess that’s what I’ve been trying to say all along.
M.
