Sometimes I remember that Yebba exists and I forget how to act. Then I remember that there are people out in there in the world who never knew Yebba to begin with and I’m extremely upset and sad about that instead.
I feel like it should be a cardinal sin to be unaware of this woman’s existence on Earth, and that’s a hill I will happily die on.
It’s hard to accurately articulate just how much I love Yebba, and just how incredible this woman is. It’s also stupidly hard to fathom how underrated she is and how little credit she gets for doing the things she does.
It’s like that woman has vocal chords made of pure gold.
There’s one song of her’s, that I think I’ve been returning to on YouTub, minimum six or seven times a month, for the last two years. Two years this video has been ingrained in my brain. Don’t even get me started on the fact that I even bothered to attempt singing this song only in the last three months for fear of even trying to touch Yebba’s performance.
Another disaster; this song isn’t on Spotify or Apple Music. You should sure know how much that means to me. Lil old me, who holds Spotify to a somewhat religious standard, has been heading to YouTube voluntarily, just to listen to this song.
I don’t know if there’s a single time yet where I’ve watched this performance, without crying. Try it out for yourself.
There is something so guttural and raw about this song, I can’t fathom how so much emotion can be conveyed the way Yebba does. Everything about this performance is so authentic and rare, and I constantly find myself holding my breath for a large majority of the song.
You can’t help but be in awe of this woman. I mean, come on.