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“It was all so real …”
By briantologist | January 23, 2007
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you one Nicholas Zitzmann, who, it must be said, sings with every bit of soul you’d expect from a software engineer from Utah.
I took extra pictures of “The Zitz” because something about him struck me in a way I couldn’t immediately describe. I mean, sure, obviously he’s a lousy singer. It’s not that he can’t hit notes, it’s that he doesn’t know how to do much of anything other than hit notes and remember lyrics. It’s like what would happen if you explained to a computer exactly how singing happens, then asked it to sing for you.
But there was so much more to it than that. As The Zitzinator stood there singing, his face went through a subtle but fascinating series of expressions, and his body language followed suit. He was rigid and highly focused, and yet through this focus shone a barely perceptible sense of unvarnished horror, as though he were the lone rabbit chosen to air a list of grievances at the Annual Congress of Wolves, Raptors and Assorted Pumas. Zitzmann did not look like he expected to survive. If he wasn’t actually in fear of his life, he at least sang as though he were in the middle of a recurring nightmare in which he found himself singing, though perhaps in the nightmare he’s standing there in his underwear. (He’s in his underwear in my nightmare, anyway.)
The other thing I couldn’t stop laughing about with NicZit was that when he wasn’t singing, he cycled through these facial expressions and mannerisms that varied between bewilderment, despair, utter resignation to a life of quiet desperation, and occasionally hunger. I urge you to view this photoset and take a peek into the troubled mind of one of our nation’s most deeply troubled young persons.
Topics: 'Murkin Idol, Existential Horror, Television | 5 Comments »
January 23rd, 2007 at 10:16 pm
‘The lone rabbit at the Annual Congress of Wolves, Raptors and Assorted Pumas.’ Perfection, my brother. Perfection.
January 24th, 2007 at 11:30 am
Am I the only one who really, REALLY wanted to hear him say, “It’s the SMELL. It… SICKENS me…”
Yeah? Oh well.
January 24th, 2007 at 6:13 pm
I defy you to tell me that this guy does not have Asperger’s Syndrome.
January 24th, 2007 at 10:26 pm
I think it was an evening of Asperger’s.
January 29th, 2007 at 11:19 am
Yesp, has AS even if he doesn’t know it. And the blond kid in Seattle has autism, he wore a red Hawaiian shirt and was with Kenneth (the one Simon called a bushbaby). He went on a radio show and his parents talked about it.