When i got the assignment of writing about my favorite musician, i began to wonder about in the woods of music maestros I'm exposed to. Like Robin, i combed thru Sherwood looking for that so called favorite when my dad popped into checking on me via my k660i Sony ericksson. Being a poverty stricken student who lacks in the indulgence of ipads and blackberry's, i could only imagine his figure in my head instead of his image appearing on my screen...
Nice, warm, fuzzy facial hairs and those weird collared shirts colored my mind with his presence. Collars. Giant Collars, Colourful studded Giant Collars. Musically inclined genius.... "Houston, we have got the landing site on target!!!!" Aaron it is then.
Aaron oh lovely aaron
where art thou
kidnapped by them alien
or having tea with jacko
Some knows him as "the king of rock" or fondly just the "King". According to the God of Internet mr.wick e. pedia, this guy is not just a legend but like the man who invented the word legend.
About 382,000 results in 0.17 seconds proves the extend of Elvis A. Presleys' legacy that lives till today.
But my dealings with this legend purely boils down to a single rainy night about 12 years ago in my crowded room. Coming from a borderline enormous family, privacy has never never been an issue to us literally speaking. Yes there were never an issue of anyone having any privacy.
Me and my 5 sisters shared a room with our aunt, trying our level best not to step on anybodies toes. One day it rained to bad that we had a bit of leak in the room, keeping us awake from producing sufficient snoring to keep the boys awake in the room next door.
It was my aunt who had the idea of switching on her little hand held blackberry shaped pocket radio and after an obstacle of sw/fm/am frequencies, a little voice beckoned our attention.
Rain on roof + 5 squabbling siblings + nagging aunt = can never listen to the radio.
And this were the circumstances when I first heard the song "Are you lonesome tonight". Quite the contrary that I am surrounded by people and yet still I would never forget that little voice coming from the blackberry of yesteryears. The soothing rendering done with subtle music lacing the edges vaguely heard was my dream song.
Disregard of the large studded colorful collars he fancies, I will always remember and love Aaron for being first man ever to ask me if I was "lonesome tonight"....
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