![]() After endless rounds of planning, consultation, online shopping and luggage-purchasing, I found myself in the north of Italy. Sure, I know that for a lot of people that’s not such a big deal, but it was for me. There were, after all, four CDs to consume, and a huge number of live performances that were even better than the recorded tracks.īy the end of that week, the penny dropped: “Hey, I love a singer who’s alive and active today! She’s touring abroad right now, and in Europe even! Hey, Europe isn’t that far from here!” So I temporarily overcame my fear of flying and my long-standing tradition of avoiding trips abroad, and decided I’d go on a crazy adventure to see LP live, no matter what. I danced to them in the morning and dozed off to them at night. What started in a single morning became a week of obsession, in which the songs of LP followed me everywhere. I spent the following hours listening to more and more songs, shocked that I’d spent so many years missing out on this extraordinary artist who was striking such deep chords within me. I entered into a world that was magical, painful, sexy and pleasant all at once. I started watching the music video, and I was amazed. Fortunately, I’m an information specialist, so with a little effort, luck and mostly the fact that the words “Lost on You” flashed in my mind as I was searching, I managed to find LP. A bit childlike, a bit sober, sometimes broken and cynical – I mainly remembered the heart-splitting call of “Oh oh oh oh oh”, and just try searching for that on Google. Nothing except the voice – a woman’s voice. The only problem was, I couldn’t remember any concrete details. But it kept playing in my head and wouldn’t let go, calling me to listen to it again. At that moment, it didn’t occur to me that I should pull up my Shazam and make sure I knew the name of the song. It felt like a real and honest cry, powerful, rising up from the guts and the heart. A song was playing on the radio, but it wasn’t an ordinary song. Even though I wasn’t listening to the radio so much as the rumbling of the drive, and my thoughts were drifting through the air, something suddenly caught my attention and forced me to listen. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() It all started on a bus, heading to work on an unremarkable Sunday morning in early February. ![]()
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