Word: singed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...wiry, imp of a person has made that voice quite a tool, a very arousing and expressive voice so honest in what it is saying and how it is cowling that suddenly, you find cleavage. Besides, no one ever seriously suggested that a rock and roll star had to sing like Frank Sinatra. People like that belong at discos and behind TVs. Got tell Robert Zimmerman...
...says all o' my agony is in my mind" covers it nicely for the fellows with the lickerish eye. But Maggie Roche is not a songwriter who likes to cop a plea; "Makes me feel like a girl again/ To run with the married men," the sisters sing, adding one final reflection on wronged wives: "I know these girls they don't like me/ but I am just like them/ pickin' a crazy apple off a stem/ Givin' it to the married men." The Roches' songs, which come out of a very particular and womanly...
...sisters sing in pure, clear voices that shine like sunlight on a spring lake, but the songs are often dark. "There's a bitterness there that won't go away," Maggie acknowledges, a feeling that may have come in part from some bruising years on the folkie circuit and a wrangle over a first album (released by Columbia in 1975). When the record came out, and bombed, Maggie and Terre were hiding out in Hammond, La., waitressing in the Magnolia Restaurant and living at a friend's Kung Fu temple, where they picked up a few rudiments...
They usually don't sing in the Cosa Nostra, so who would expect an entire opêra bouffe-from one of the godfathers no less? That's pretty much what Arizona agents orchestrated at the modest ranch house of Joseph ("Joe Bananas") Bonanno, 74, in Tucson. For three years and more, undercover snoopers sniffed Bonanno's garbage and found enough evidence to obtain an indictment against Bonanno last week for conspiracy to obstruct justice. In a basement closet they also discovered a 250-page life story, detailing Bonanno's rise to leadership...
Throughout, Hardwick demonstrates that she can certainly sing the blues, though her tone is more akin to the stoic captions on classical tombstones than to the bandstand. Her epigrams are the winding sheets of memory...