I love Randy Travis.It’s not really Randy Travis himself I love so much since he’s a bit too old for me. Randy Travis’s voice is what wins my affection.

Needless to say, I was extremely excited to hear Randy would hold a free concert at the State Fair.

My love for Randy is a very odd thing, too, since I’m not a huge country fan, but that’s how it goes. A friend and I drove to Louisville on Saturday and walked through the sweltering heat, heckling carnies and stinky cows to hear him.

It is one thing to hear Randy on a CD but a whole different picture when you hear him in person.

His voice – as Mike Meyers would say on his Saturday Night Live skit “Coffee Talk” – is like butta. I don’t know if he has this effect on other women, but I swear if he sang a proposal to me, I would marry him.

My point is, in all my rambling, how does a voice have this heart-fluttering, grin-inducing effect?

It’s not just with Randy either. Women throughout history have been swooning to the melodies of famous artists. Just look at Elvis, the Beatles and Garth Brooks.

Is it some kind of mechanism in the woman’s brain that reacts with adoration to a pretty voice? I mean, I’ve never heard of guys fainting at a Whitney Houston concert, and she’s got a great voice.

Maybe it’s just me, but when Randy sings, he purrs, and all you who share my affection for him – you know what I’m talking about.

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