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I Made Eric Whitacre's Day

As much as I hate Fascistbook, it has its few bright facets, too. I bought Eric Whitacre’s album he just finished recording in London. It’ll arrive at my house on October 19th– the day after it’s officially released. Being as psyched as I was, I decided to tell Eric all about it (many people call him Mister Whitacre, but why not just call him Eric?). According to him, I made his day. Screenshot below. Click the image to see it full-sized.

One of the things that I think makes Eric so incredible– aside from his astounding talent and ability to speak to the soul with pure music– is that he’s not necessarily untouchable. Plenty of composers and singers– whether they compose the crap we call rap or real music– are untouchable. Sort of immortal… in a negative, Greek god sort of way. While they may or may not have become spoiled due to their new fame and fortune, they put themselves in a separate class from the common man and make themselves unavailable to the public. They don’t reply to any communication given by the common man, and they don’t reach out to communicate with him, either. A secretary might send a thank-you note at best. Eric Whitacre, on the other hand, has broken that trend. I personally wouldn’t place him in the category of celebrity: he’s not self-immersed, he’s not stuck up, he’s actually talented with a talent worth talking about, and he seems to have morals.

Maybe I’ll go on my mission to wherever he lives and help him be converted. I can imagine him conducting the Mormon Tabernacle Choir to his pieces; Temple Square would never be the same again.