Saturday, November 13, 2004

Can you hear it? The crooning voice from the eighties accompanied by drums, a guitar, a synthesizer and back up singers. His voice is powerful and a little rough, yet touching. The girls fall left and right for him and his sensitive lyrics.
Admittedly, Bryan Adams can sing well, and he deserves the attention that his voice gets. But I was talking about Michael W Smith. I'm not sure how easy it is to confuse the two, but a friend of mine disagreed the other day. He said something to the effect of, "I think I could easily confuse Michael dub-ya with Bryan Adams. Actually, I think I have confused them before." Interesting.
Listening to the old-school Michael really brings me back to nights of doing dishes back home in Belleville, having towel whipping fights and massacring such hits as "Rocketown" and "Cross of Gold," back in my glory days of 5th grade. Sigh. Those were the days.

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