Alfie Boe: A Gift From God

The above title is how my friend, Alfie Boe, humbly describes his voice.

Now, there are enough cynics in this world to be counted on to sniff at such sentiments, not because they doubt there is a God, but because they can’t contemplate anyone truly believing that God can touch an individual so. To hear, though, is to know. Experience the full measure of this tremendous classically trained tenor and you immediately understand. There is a reason that talent hits as it does, a reason why it can so powerfully reach to the rafters one moment, then tenderly touch your heart and soul the next.

This is how God works! 

Alfie Boe

That Alfred Giovanni Roncalli Boe also genuinely believes God's wish is for him to use his gift for good also speaks to this kind, generous man. He gives so much, be it through charities promoting music therapy for children in need, or merely a hug, a smile, a kind word or gentle moment with an overwhelmed follower. There are those who've been known to choke up or cry while telling him how healing and comforting his music can be. I know. I have cried when telling Alf how the beacon that is his gift has guided me to better places when I've needed it the most.

Rather than be embarrassed or feel awkward, there is understanding and caring as Alfie chooses to stay in that special moment even with complete strangers. The result of his gift of time, his lending an ear or shoulder. Countless followers speak to these magical encounters when Alfie looks not past them, but at them, in them. This, too, is a gift, one that Alfie gives and gives and gives.

In his heart of hearts, The Kid from Fleetwood, England, who only claims "to sing a bit" knows there many magical moments mark the path on his journey through genre after genre, heart after heart. 
That knowing enriches the music all the more. 

Tonight, across the pond, my friend will continue to bring the heart and soul to the world of music as he embarks on an arena tour that will take him the length and breadth of Great Britain.  He will undoubtedly weave more wonderful memories with threads made of golden notes. I wish him well, and wait for the moment when I get to see  the magic, the gift, again. Soon, my friend. Soon. Until then, keep bringing down the house!

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