Dusty!

[stoutfellow]

I mentioned, at one point, that I love to sing, but I'm rather self-conscious about it these days. Part of the reason is simply lack of practice, and age - my wind isn't what it used to be. The other part is that my singing voice is oddly placed. I can cover most of the tenor range, but not all of it; there're a fair number of songs that make me squeak, if I'm singing that part. I can also cover most, but not all, of the baritone range, with a corresponding tendency to growl. There are songs in which I can handle either part, songs in which I can handle one part but not the other, and songs that are simply impossible. ("On Eagle's Wings" is the canonical example. Yes, I sang in church choir for five or six years.)

The reason I mention this is that I was just listening to Dusty Springfield's version of "You Don't Have To Say You Love Me" - which, parenthetically, is far superior to Elvis', in my opinion. (Heresy, I know.) The chorus is right in the sweet spot for me, vocally; when she gets to it, I drop into bary and belt it out right along with her.

Love that song. Love that singer. Dusty, we miss ya!

Comments

[filkferengi]

In that case, I strongly recommend _Welcome to Temptation_ & _Faking It_ by Jennifer Crusie [you know, strongly recommended by Lois], about two different members of a family whose comfort music is Dusty Springfield.

You have a pleasing voice & should bring it to filk circles at cons where I am more often.