I pictured the fame, the fortune and David Beckham finally putting his campaign T-shirt away.
Then I realised that the likelihood of someone sending a wholly irrelevant music blog the key to a three year old missing child enquiry was more slender than the chances of finding any kind of irreverently amusing mileage in the kidnapping of a young girl, and was overcome with guilt.
Fortunately Madeline (the artist, subject of the email in question) is so ludicrously delightful that hopefully any angry mobs coming to half-brick my windows will soothed into equanimous pacifism.
In a thrilling ANBAD first, the video in question is below:
Because of the abrupt nature of the email, I know little information about Madeline, and by being so free from PR spin, excess superlatives are allowed to form in their own time.
So: When her voice zithers up to the high notes, all suddenly become one – a momentary flash of glassy, harmonious brilliance. Glorious, aching songs that will fill your heart with happiness, tears or, most likely, both.
Madeline might not be paedo-baiting tabloid manna-from-heaven, but we can all be thankful for that. She is, however, a sumptuously-voiced talent – aural paintings drawn with liquid gold. Mmmm, overblown.
NB: because of that Madeline, it’s a bit of a nightmare to find this one online. Allow me: www.myspace.com/madelinesongs