voice fantasy

Listen to this. Seriously. I love this song. It was a one hit wonder and is long gone from the air waves, but alas I'm still hanging on. I have a voice crush. So stop and listen. For me. I have a little story for you.

His name is Julian Velard and he seems so damn competent, doesn't he? In a sexy, Brooklyn kind of way. I loved this song the very first time I heard it. I imagined a creamier Michael Franti with the style that his French sounding name would impart. Sort of Euro, sort of islander, very laid back and tall with long lean muscles.

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Let me interupt this fantasy real quick to say that this is more than just a sick foray into my lame imagination. It is a reminder, OK? To keep your inner sexy honed. Packing school lunches is NOT sexy! Driving children to soccer and gymnastics ain't sexy, neither. It's oh so important to remember yourself, your romance, your man, and a touch of frivolity.

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Back to it. So Julian sings and I listen and the mind can wander. His voice says so many things.

And then I went and did it. I wanted to check him out. I you-tubed the song because I wanted to see what he looked like. Bad idea.

I think his boarding school roomate shot the first video that I pulled up. He sat on a bed covered with stuffed animals. In the second he was performing at his Bar Mitzvah at the community center. He's like, 12. Max looks more mature. I shut it off quick, in hopes of preserving the image in my mind.

Do you have stupid fantasies? Of course you do.

Dear Matt,
I ran into Julian swimming laps at the Rec Center. He had on a eurosuit and we’ll be back on Sunday.
Much Love,
Ivey

And everything would be fine because kids really can survive on nachos and gatoraide.

I know what you’re thinking. Does this bother Matt? It’s OK, cause he has his own little fantasy thing going. He’s a therapist, you know.

He thinks he can ‘cure’ Lindsay Lohan.

And he probably could, but then we’d have to mud wrestle to the death.

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