A voice of buttered honey

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Not everyone appreciates Opera, I'm one of those people. Not everyone appreciates Heavy Metal Bands, Yep that's me again. There are so many singers (vocalists) who if they didn't have a band drowning them out, or an electronic studio smoothing out, remixing; and just generally at least change their screeching into something reasonable as human speech; they would never make it outside the sleaze joints where everyone became too drunk to care. I know it's sacrilegious but I only like two of Elvis songs and one of Michael Jackson. Honestly most of my music taste goes back to the old country western singers, thirties to fifties.

Why this blog as it has nothing to do with trans, nor story writing? For those who have a musical ear, and there are more in this group than most realize, Mary Ford, in her short career, was one of those with a voice as smooth as buttered honey. She died way too soon of natural causes but what she left was a gift to all of us whether one can play a musical instrument, or carry a tune in a basket. In my unprofessional opinion, she could also play the guitar as well as her gifted husband Les Paul.

Next time you're working in the house, or reading a story, Drop in let, it run, and listen to one of the smoothest female voices that ever sang. You might take note the musical instruments aren't drowning her out.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--t1xmw02B0

To some of those nameless ladies who write and post stories here, I've added another bucket list. I want to be there when you jam. I'll bring my ol guitar and fake it like I'm playing and enjoy watching gifted talent at their best.

May God bless all of you and grant your deepest wishes. This life is a one way trip, ladies and gentlemen, don't waste it, live it like you own it.
always,
Barb

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