Yes, it's agreed by all who matter--these are some cool guys I met in front of AC/DC's hotel in Paris, Manu, Didier and Robert--and I think they would go along with Bibi: there is nothing finer in Carolina (or Texas) on a grey and dreary Monday that is also the first class day (yikes! what a stomach-churning combo!) than listening to Butch Walker to make the day somewhat less foreboding. Just hearing:
And I don't want to remember, but I don't want to forget, That no one will believe me if I say: So honey don't you call now, don't pick up the phone now, don't you know we're better off this way? mellows me out. That lovely, lovely voice, the Todd Rundgren vibe in the words...
we can be in love for just one day...so I met you by the bathroom to escape....Aaaaahhhh!
Sometimes, listening to Butch sing, Bibi thinks that Butch so loves to hear his voice. Not saying it in a "he's so full of himself" way. What a gift he has! Not just the sound/texture/shading of his voice, but the lyrics he writes, the phrasing he uses. (sigh) AND, he's sharing it with us, his lucky, lucky fans!!!
Here's Butch reportedly singing Ponce de Leon Ave. sometime in the past.
It's a different look from the one he currently has, but the voice is still as fab as ever! Of course, the camera
adores Butch as much as ever--that hair! those eyes, those cheekbones, that thoroughly adorable nose!--though, emphatically, he's so much more than a pretty face.
Love you, Butch!
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