Dear friends, I had a eureka moment this evening. An epiphany, if you will. A light bulb went off over my pointy little head and it came to me in a startling flash of light. The source of our obsession, the reason for this madness … the cause of that bittersweet fate we call ODD.
It’s the enigma that is David Archuleta. … no, not the David part, the enigma part. The reason we can’t get enough — music, news, vlogs, tweet-sized crumbs, you name it — is because we are searching, ever-searching to figure out who he really is.
Oh sure, he’s down-to-earth, the real deal, honest, genuine and true blue. He’s all that and a bag of chips. But if those still waters didn’t run as deep as a fjord, few of us would still be here.
We’re here because of that Voice of his, of course. But we’re HERE — fans so ardent that we need a new name for ourselves (I’m partial to aficionado myself) — because of something much less tangible. A country with no map, a puzzle with extra pieces.
He’s as elusive as quicksilver, close enough to touch yet completely out of reach. A simple paradox of bright shadow, tender titanium. An obedient rebel, man-child, soulful geek who’s both pint-sized and 10 feet tall.
Who the heck is this person? That’s what keeps us hanging on to every word, every move, every note. That mystery, that je ne sais quoi that messes with our heads and turns mature, sane, solid citizens into crazed cyber-stalkers.
David says he can’t wait for us to hear his new songs, to get to know him, to feel him through his music. As all great artists do, I bet his new music will answer some of our questions while making our heads spin with so many others … and his beautiful mystery will continue to bewitch, bother and bewilder us. Can. Not. Wait. Can you?
Here are some of the mixed messages he sends our way:
Is he 20something? Or 12?
How far will he go to find zero gravity? … How far will he grow his hair?
What future surprises does he have up his sleeve?
*Amazing photos from Ann Belacqua’s cool site, Another Word From Me.