Sunday, January 13, 2008
When I sing in a raspy way, it's like a drug. When I sing clearly it's like life. Which one do I choose? The gritty pain-filled voice comes from my gut, comes from within myself. I feel that when I sing jazz, I take tokens of real life and transfer them into a beautiful melody. But the experience of the former is other worldly. Like I can see God.
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