that anyone, besides the man himself, can give me the feeling I get when I hear Wang Leehom sing. I’ve moved past my rabid fangirling stage over him for a few years now; now it’s just pure respect and admiration. Every time I hear his songs, I just kind of pause whatever I’m doing and just listen to the lush melodies and harmonies and the intricate details of the music, knowing that he wrote every single chord and rest and arpeggio. Then come these weird tingles down my spine and it gets me thinking. Every. time.
I have a feeling that the same will happen to me for Kwon Jiyong one day.
Two such hardworking, inspirational people. I’ve gone from wanting to be with them…to actually being them.
It hasn’t made me anymore elevated, though I’m not expecting it to—but it’s kind of nice to see how I’ve matured in my love for these musicians and the music they create. It all feels more genuine, I guess.