The Singleman Affair remembers Arthur Lee

I really had a hard time finding anything of substance that would give any sort of credit to this man and artistic genius. I mean how do you find words and statements that even come close to what he is? It seems so banal, as if to “break the matter off with a smile” or something someone would have written sometime, somewhere.

From the instant I first heard Love, I remember being obsessed with the man’s voice...there was such a beautiful sadness in it, something fragile and graceful and haunting and sad all at the same time. It just blindsided me, it made me numb and quiet.

I remember dashing over to the DJ with some frantic mania trying so hard to use words in some logical manner just to find out who the hell was playing. I was a complete mess and incoherent, I was an infant trying to detail the universe. Who was this? I felt like I had fallen from the top of 3 story building and had landed in some lush field, remembering the last night I spent with her, kissing, falling fast to pieces.

Finding genuine beauty is such a rarity, to lose someone like Arthur Lee is a drought to music, a famine to the balance of light and color. He fused the most important components of the psychedelic revolution with a simple mantra of melancholy that few took into consideration. Something that was real and true, and tangible to you on a personal level like the decent of an autumn sunset on the last day that ever meant anything to you.

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