The other night, while cruising around on the TV, I stopped on The Voice, my finger hovering steadily over the advance button ready to press onto the next. Only, I found myself listening to this young guy’s unbelievable singing. And all I could say to myself was, he has ‘it’. We don’t know where it comes from or how it got there, but he’s got that precious gift. He can’t just sing. It’s like an invisible beam of light is coming down from somewhere in the heavens and coming through him.
I don’t know if he’s as good as or in the same realm as Frank Sinatra, whose song I heard when I flipped to another channel that same night. There’s nothing like hearing my favorite ‘Luck be a Lady.’ His voice is so unreal it seems godlike or from some other-wordly place, as if his body is simply an instrument to receive an amazing super power.
And speaking of instruments, I ended my TV cruise watching a biography about legendary jazz saxophonist, John Coltrane. Again, another artist with an innate ability that defies description. His music transports me to another place every time I listen to it. Where did he get his innate ability? What was his source of creation?
For me, all of the greats, musicians, painters, and writers have this innate seemingly god-like creative ability. When they create, there’s something greater coming from them, something from deep within their soul.