It has always amused me how often we fail to heed to own advice. I am speaking here of my oft-repeated suggestion to trust the Archuletor.  It’s not that I had any real concerns about Crush, I am apt to remain on the long-term, big-picture side of things when it comes to David Archuleta, tending in general to be more interested in what he’ll be doing five or even ten years from now than in what his freshman and sophomore outings will be. But I feel honor-bound to confess that I was indeed surprised that he was able to pull this off.

And by “this” I don’t mean that he was able to come up with a legitimate pop record with skill and even virtuosity; or that he was actually rather genius in selecting something that was sweet without being cloying, and catchy without being too clever (although the ayee-ayee-ayee part straddles the line for me); or even that he was able to be true to himself, his age, his target audience, and his wider fan base all at once.

No, what I feel like I have to admonish myself about is my surprise that David was able to imbue this little pop tune with what I believe has us all in awe over him in the first place: an ability to touch, in at least some moment, a deep, human chord that is most decidedly not in a major key. Within the miracle that is David Archuleta resides a pathos, a deep and knowing tenderness that is as rich and broad as the human experience itself.

David may only be seventeen, but his soul is no stranger to profound understanding. Whether through an innate intuition, an abiding faith, a compendium of past lives, or by whatever agent one chooses to explain the phenomenon of wise innocence, David displays in numerous ways a rare and remarkable insight into the human condition. The fact that he is able to bring this dimension to a song like Crush is truly astonishing.

I think the wisest thing we can do at this point is throw all expectations out the window. David Archuleta is bound to exceed every one of them.