There is something so appealing about producer/singer/songwriter/Internet phenom David Choi, even if you’re not typically the type to body-rock to soft country beats, swoon to a gentle harmonica lick, or sit around a campfire hanging on to every last tongue teaser of a gentle man’s sentimental-albeit-sensual, soft lyric (à la John Mayer, Jack Johnson, et al.).
There is a universal quality to Choi’s warm, lovey appeals, yet his distinctly smoky voice and occasional dabbles in twinkly amusement, along with his adorably forlorn mug, yank him edgewise of the smarmy pack.
Oh, we know what you’re thinking: What’s up, Johnnys-come-lately? I’ve been down with Sir Choi since ’04, yo! He’s won a zillion contests! He’s covered your favorite Britney song! We know, we know. Our friend Slanty tipped us off to his genius late last year, and reader Bobby sent us a note this week reminding us that we’ve slacked on showcasing the guy.
But you know, it’s never too late. And since it’s been raining for three days in LA–casting a luxuriously stormy gloom over the city that’s just perfect for staying in, gazing out the window, and melting into acousta-ballads–what better time to talk about a Choi than now?
Melt with us here.
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