Lychee's fetish revealed . . .

What better way to lift one's soul out of a state of lethargy and
weariness than with the driving, ethereal pickings and crooning of
Jose Gonzalez. LIve for free at Amoeba music. I must say, the
sound was exceptionally. He is one of the most unassuming yet
dynamic performers I have ever seen. He plays as if alone in his
bedroom, yet the dynamics and artistry of his playing lets me know he
is acutely aware that we are listening. In between, his comments
were brief, belying that English is probably his second language
(though the incongruence between his home of Sweden and his name,
make me think maybe even third, who knows and not really relevant).
Quiet and sincere seem to describe this man, except when he opens up
his mouth to sing and play his guitar.

And, the man has amazingly sexy hands. Yes, hands. I love a good
set of hands. Watching his hands as he played Heartbeat made my
heart beat in a bit of a flutter (hey, if I am revealing my fetish I
can only do so with the use of cheesy metaphors). I cannot tell you
exactly what makes a hand truly sexy, but Mr. Gonzalez's are
definitely up with my top 5, I would say. Not that I have a list.
Really, but, he'd be there. Enough that I felt a bit speechless when
Grooveva and I had him sign our CD's. Close up, his humility and
shyness mirrored my own lack of composure in such situations. That
coupled with my general feeling of awkwardness as I ask someone who
is essential a stranger to sign something he/she created simply
because I am there. I don't really get the whole autographing thing,
I must say. I've tried it a few times, but it really doesn't make me
like a book/CD more or less than before. I certainly don't feel
suddenly bonded with the artist. I mean, there are so many people
who are so much more important in my life, but I don't ask them to
sign random items for me. Ok, I think I had Grooveva sign her poster
so when she becomes uber-famous and forgets about me I have evidence
to prove I once knew her enough to have her sign the poster pre-long
line signing days.

Digressing terribly . . .