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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by Eric Karonen, Aug 21, 2010.
Leo Sayer! always makes me feel like dancing
So, to be a real man, I have to be willing to get into bar fights, and able to talk cars and guns. Hmmm.
Anyway, Chris Isaak is another who has a good high voice.
They called him.. Dick...
Big Ugly Wheels
Here's a manly man voice.....
For my money, I haven't heard anybody with more testosterone than these two guys, in any type of music -
I never liked Plant until he did that record with Alison Krauss.
I don't know if a deep register helps, but it sure doesn't hurt.
Bon Scott certainly had testosterone. Plus, he would get into bar fights and lived a "manly" life.
The guy could rock, and he had a high voice.
Good call StephenX-- I got carried away after eating at McDonalds. So much fun for me to be a pretentious babbler. My sister gave me a subscription to Spin and I think I'm just recovering from the articles. I should go green. I think one of my very guilty pleasures is to take a completely ridiculous premise and bait some hooks to see if I can get away with it. I knew you guys would call me on it. Nothing like a good nose-hair pluck to get the Vogue gears turning.
My favourite musicians at the moment is Bill Callahan, a glorious baritone. Youtube "Jim Cain" or "eid ma clack shaw" probably also one of the top 5 songwriters out there.
I have always been a fan of the tobacco - enhanced golden tones of our beloved Keef.
About Leonard Cohen:
A treasure; always enjoy listening to him.
His voice? Let's just say there wasn't much of it to start with and over time he's uh............
He's gotten an awful lot of good mileage out of some seriously blowed up pipes. Let's just say it like that.
Trying to segregate men's voices from women's voices, then limit what instruments you can use because Real Men don't listen to violins, then limit the subject matter of the song because Real Men don't sing about birds in flight - this is all an effort at Censorship.
And I'm agin censorship of all kinds. If it sounds good sung a certain way and you can make it work, by golly do it that way.
Last time I checked, there's already one Chuck Norris and we don't need two.
And you are never gonna do Barry White like Barry White could so don't force it, if it doesn't seem to be happening.
Ahhhh, Jerry Jeff! Now that is just how I like it. His "Desparado's Waiting for a Train" brings tears to my eyes. Guy Clark who wrote that one, does a good version, but to me it's one of those rare times that the cover IS better than the original. He also did one about hitchiking somewhere in New England and met some guy named Stony. I never have been able to track that down again. Any help is appreciated./
I'm guessing some people here have never heard a counter-tenor. These are male singers who train their voices to sing the parts that would have been sung by castrati during the Renaissance, in the alto range:
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I don't know. I don't rejoice in any perceived manhood of anyone's voice. I like versatile singers. Leonard Cohen does his own songs okay but he's not at all someone I'd like to hear singing anything else.
I like Jon Anderson's voice (Yes' singer) and I like Merle Haggard's voice. Both sound like men to me.
...but maybe not Nick Gilder.
I was listening to Budgie the other day..."and I was like sweet this chick rocks!" Then I looked then up on wiki. I don't like them as much anymore. I don't know why. But I don't.
I wish I could sing as low as Cassandra Wilson:
Releases: 1970 Bein Free, 1976 It's A Good Night Fo Singin, 1995 Night After Night, 1999 Gypsy Songman, 2004 The One And Only
Night After Night
I first ran into Stoney. . . it was a bar downtown;
Was Richmond, Virginia. . . we were bumming around,
Suitcase to suitcase. . . we started him talking,
Finding out about the things we've shared in the miles we've been.
He had a gray pillowcase full of books by Durrell,
And he had this old concertina, all beat up and she played like hell,
Until you got him started singing those Gospel songs,
Well, he drank all night for nothing, he told his stories till dawn.
And he said, "Come on, get your bag, boy! Sun's up now and it's time to roll!
Hell, you know there ain't no better time than early in the morning
To be out walking down that road!
Just feeling another day beginning while some fools just rushing on by,
We'll be like some Mr. Independence: we're taking our own sweet time!"
We walked on out that highway under a clear blue sky,
I's listening to the tales he told, drinking warm red wine.
'Bout the night he rolled seven; bout some girl he'd done wrong;
'Bout everything he could think of while we walked along.
Yeah, ol' Stoney had a magic; made him hard to forget.
Like the night we flew down the highway (his old pickup, it nearly wrecked!)
Was a crazy woman driving, all drunked up and carrying on;
Till Stoney finally calmed her singing those Gospel songs.
Well, we split the road at Norwood, and he just shook my hand.
He said, "I'll see you some place, friend," but you know he never has.
But we were that free then, just walking down the road,
Never really caring where that highway goes.
Yeah, Stoney was a liar (a bull****ter!) ain't no doubt about it.
It was just the way he told things, and you never want to doubt him.
'Cause he kept you going when the road got rough,
And brought you through the lean times by making it up.
"Hey, did I ever tell you the time I married my cousin up in Las Vegas?"
Yeah, Stoney. Tell it again, will you?
Advancing years have stolen the top of my range; I'd love to have it back myself...
Not many people know about her and I haven't heard much about her lately, but what an amazing set of pipes! The last thing you want to hear on hold to the suicide prevention hotline is Cassandra Wilson singing "I'm so lonesome I could cry".
I think this man is the greatest male singer ever recorded. It's short, takes a few seconds to start up, but it gives you the idea.