Didn't you just hate it when Michael Jackson grabbed his crotch and squeezed
so hard that he hit those excruciatingly high notes "eeeh-hee Shamona" and
when you did the same, three things happened... it didn't work, it looked stupid
and most importantly it felt stupid.
Didn't you cringe at Crimbo when the angelic choirboy once again flew in the air
with a snowman... and every other week on TOTP, boy bands would shoehorn themselves
into tight jeans to sing a BeeGees song like Barry Gibb.
Oh the blessed relief to hear Mr Cohen sing at subsonic levels, his voice rumbling
like a steam roller over gravel... hitting those impossibly low notes that would
frustrate anyone who tried to emulate him. To hear that wino whine from Tom Waits
who before every performace gargles with razor blades and small sharp stones.
Don't think high. Go low.
As Homer says mmmm... reverb
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