I don’t think there are words. But I will pull some together anyway. Considering profanity is my profession.
I have never been belted by beauty. I think. Disarmed, distended, upended; yes. But belted, no. Not until Josh (performing variously as Mercurial, Emokidjosh, and Josh Grierson, and often grabbing a mic during Taxi sets). As a precursor to its magnitude, I was knocked over by his voice during sound check - blasting though two doors and three walls over every other plugged instrument. With no mic. Thank heavens I was sitting already.
Then he came on stage, unassuming, warm, easy. And slaughtered us with the sweetest sounds. One man standing.
If you’re old enough (and no I’m not, but) think human rights concert 1987. A girl with a guitar. Captivates the whole crowd. (that was Tracy Chapman). Only, this is a guy. And we’ve got our rights. Or so it says in the constitution. This is a guy, with a guitar, and the voice of a vengeful angel.
This is what they call dumbstruck. Never mind the thunder.
It’s dry lightning with a kiss at the end. Just like last night’s almost-storm.
Josh Grierson's voice made my soul cry.