Something must be seriously wrong with me. I'm sure that Mr. Cincotti isn't hurting for money. I'm sure he could probably support himself with the money he has now for the rest of his life. Yet I find myself.................wanting to give him money. Every spare nickel and dime that I have I want to throw at him. And I don't know about you guys, but that's really weird for me... I have a broken iPod I need to replace and I want a new Selmer tenor sax, but somehow I still want to buy his t-shirt, I want to spend waaaaayyy too much money on buying his newest album from the UK and having it shipped to America, and I want to spend hundreds of dollars to see him in concert. And while I realize this, I feel as though my insides are being ripped out from my eye sockets. Or worse yet, I feel like my insides are on fire and that I'm melting from the inside out. I think that it's his music. I bet he studied how sound waves effect the brain in college and so he found how to write catchy and complex music that fit the required sequence of sound waves to hypnotize us. That's the only explanation.
Is anyone else having this problem? I actually WANT to wait to buy his new album. What is up with this? I seem to be saying, "Here Mr. Cincotti, I don't need this money. I was only going to buy food with it, but who needs food when I can have your music instead?" What is wrong with me?!?!?!?!? I think I need help..................
kellylover86
He's like a song that's rare and right, but no one's gonna play.