August the twenty-third is a day we all look forward to in more ways than one. No matter how you write it - 23/8? 8/23? 23/viii, in my pedantic way? - it's a magnet in time, drawing all activities before and after it towards itself, and becoming, for a month or two, the centre of our universe.
In the intellectual matrix of time, space and millions of thoughts from thousands of minds, August the twenty-third is the one point that unites us all.
It's a phenomenon.
And it's all because of him.
We've all felt it at some point - We're special. We're not a group of people who listen to whatever's on the radio and like it because everyone else does - we're not a group of people who accept things as they are - we're more intellectual, more capable than that. We question; we reason; we analyze, and we're not just a fan community - we're firm friends. We may be a close-knit bunch of diehards - but that isn't all we are.
And KK may be a playback artiste, but that isn't all he is.
It isn't enough, you see. It isn't enough to stay in key, to perform intricate convolutions of voice and tone. If it had been, Autotune would long ago have made singers of everyone.
There's so much more to KK's voice than just those notes. True, he stays in tune so effortlessly that one has to actively think about it in order to find the breath to marvel - but it's his passion for the music, his dedication to aural purity, his sheer joy in what he does that makes him a true singer - and that makes us love him so.
I'm going to break my own mould today. In this post I'm going to concentrate, as much as on his songs, on the man himself.
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