Asaf Avidan, a Jerusalem based singer/songwriter, is currently navigating the channels of my aural soul, and rocking it. He is one of the bravest singers I've encountered in a long time, allowing his voice full reign, creating a world which each crackling word, crackling in the heat of his inner fire. His voice reverberates alongside the twanging of his guitar, creaking and jumping up in ways I didn't know a voice could do. A child dangerously playing with a tight elastic band, close to his eye. But for the greater part of his songs, he sings in a soft, very feminine sounding voice, and only brings out his trapeze-esque sound for the crucial parts of his choruses. There is however, always a quality of sand in his voice, a graininess, perhaps a reflection of the deserts of his country and the surrounding landscape.
His lyrics live up to the demands of his emotion sculpting voice. There's a melancholic desire, a melancholic truth to each song.
"Weak, weak, tell me I'm weak, tell me these promises are not mine to keep"
"I know I said that I was sure, but rich men can't imagine poor. One day, baby, we'll be old, oh baby, we'll be old, and think of all the stories that we could have told"
All the stories that we could have told... what stories would we have told, and to whom? About what?
I'll never know, but at least Asaf doesn't know either.
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