Enya
6,701 words
I went through a phase when it pained me to hear my daughters sing.
For a spell their natural voices had became warped. Before it had been their pure, natural voices in the rooms yonder. Now, affectation, artifice, gimmicks. Voices not really theirs. I suffered and worried maybe a little more than I should have. Read more …
The White Singing Voice in Rock & Pop
Editor’s Note:
The following essay by Julian Lee was stimulated by the discussion of our reprint of his “In Praise of the White Singing Voice.” Read more …