There are certain voices that, when they come to you via your speakers, or when you see the singer(s) live, or when you are riding down the road with the windows down and the wind stretches your face in sheets of speed, the songs, the lyrics, the rhythm, the memories, take you to places that both surpass language and necessitate it–like watching a poem and wanting to speak it for another to share. Just so you know that others get it.

Such is my time with ZBB when he and his team sing the combo of “Free” and Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic.”

I have seen both artists. And there is something about music that is done this well that … Well, if I have to explain it, you just don’t get it.