Kinda sudden emotional post at midnight. Maybe now this blog changes so completely lots of people don’t know about me, but I’m actually a huge musical geek and love Ramin Karimloo so much.
I didn’t know him for a long time though, like only one and a half of year. It all started some time when I accidentally heard Phantom of the Opera for the first time in my life. After that, I guess I’m just completely INTO this. I’m obsessed with his voice, with this incredible performer just like lots of other people do. But I was so far away from him back then. I couldn’t make it to see him live, so I just basically went through every video of him on YouTube and bootlegs as well. Yes, I can confidently say that there’s no video on the internet of him that I haven’t see. There’s no recorded performance of his, no matter officially or unofficially, I haven’t had a look at.
And now, a year later, I finally got to met him, first in Baltimore his gig, which was the best night of my life, and then several times at Anastasia Broadway. Not a huge fan of this show, but for him I saw it four times. At stage door, I got to meet him and express fully my admiration for him and complimentary for his talent and voice.
It was a extraordinary experience. Truly. And I feel truly happy and satisfied about it. It’s like a journey that finally completed, just like when Anastasia finally met Empress and they recognize each other. I thought my greatest wish come true I wouldn’t be that crazily obsessed again. But it’s not.
I don’t know why tonight I just turn on Till I Hear You Sing again. Last time I listened to it I still haven’t saw him in person. I always said to myself back in those midnights, till I hear you sing, Ramin, till I hear you sing, Ramin… and now I finally hear him sing, I don’t know where this sentimental feeling when I hear him sing comes from. I feel like a knife is in my heart, my heart is tear apart… I just feel so empty and depressed and really don’t know why.
Always thought feeling, those kind of connection, is the greatest gift we can received from a performance… but, in fact, it’s also the most useless and insecure thing in the world. How untouchable it is…
I don’t know what I’m writing about… just keep looping till I hear you sing… I love him… I miss him… i miss his performance, his voice, his phantom… got to see him again during the summer vacation…