
A deep breath. Turn it up, you can hear it. Then that voice…
“Don’t tell me
My love’s not the one that I want
That he’s not the one that I need
I’d rather
find out for myself”
Astunningalto, scraping the bottom of its register, with a mishmash of instruments and sounds join in on the fourth word. Again, that voice reaches out and demands to be heard, to be felt, to be recognized as something more than just a voice. There is more than a story, but an epic ballad going on here, sweeping in scale and...
Published on December 17, 2014 05:00