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January 12, 2007
Being Short on 'Practiced Voice', I 'Bout Blow Out My Vocal Chords
...singing along. But I can't help it.
Pavoratti ~ Nessum Dorma
Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincerò!
Vincerò! Vincerò!
If you've got to have a 'signature' song, make it a doozy.
Thanks Fausta.
Posted by tree hugging sister at January 12, 2007 08:45 AM
Comments
You just have to laugh when you hear some creature like Michael Bolton try and sing this.
Although I heard Aretha Franklin gave it one hell of a go one time, too.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at January 12, 2007 09:14 AM
Even at her present girth, Aretha's got the pipes to try it. Bolton shouldn't be allowed to sing in his own shower.
Posted by: Nightfly at January 12, 2007 01:02 PM
Bolton shouldn't be allowed to sing in his own shower
Makes me think of that line from Mellencamp's song ~ "And the walls ~ come tumbling down..."
Posted by: tree hugging sister at January 12, 2007 01:14 PM