Thanks for playing along, readers, and thanks to those artists who bring a sense of something grand to the stage. You inspire us to hold a fake microphone in one hand and beat our chests with the other. Better still, you inspired Dana Carvey:
Showing posts with label dramatic rock singers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dramatic rock singers. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
King of Dramatic Vocals
Former Styx frontman Dennis DeYoung, with 57% of the vote, is the official IMLT drama king vocalist (see inciting post here). Who's cryin' now, Steve Perry?
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Music Madness Tuesday
Out-to-breakfast is a vacation sacrament. It produces two things:
We chose this very morn to turn from our dish-weary kitchen and sit on the holy vinyl at our local coney. The head priest of this rite went with the sausage-gravy-covered Southern omelet. I chose sourdough French toast. We began the ceremonial gorging, and found ourselves interrupted by a cry from the overhead speakers, a cry we had heard just the day before:
"You make me we-ee-eak," it said. "I want to die."
"I have surpassed my weekly quota of this song," replied the priest.
"Lovin', touchin', squeezin' ... each other," I sang to the syrup.
While we returned to our respective plates, my mind raced. Steve Perry of Journey. I speculated that he was, indeed, the most dramatic of all the dramatic rock singers of my lifetime.
I shared this theory with the my breakfast clergyman, and then we heard another voice. Dennis DeYoung of Styx.
A tough call. Steve is in agony. Dennis is doing that weird thing in between every line that makes him look a little like Dr. Smith from Lost in Space. Steve looks like he forgot his shirt and was dressed by a local harem. Dennis has that coat, plus that guy with those over-the-top Oakleys (we looked them up. Oakley called them over-the-tops. Really.).
We decided that we ought to put these two performances head-to-head and allow democracy to do her thing. The poll is in the top right corner of my blog. Please vote!
You may comment on your choice below. I've got some other fellas in mind and am considering a tournament format, but I'm open to your na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-nominations.
- a need for the Ritual Nap of 11:30
- creative bursts
We chose this very morn to turn from our dish-weary kitchen and sit on the holy vinyl at our local coney. The head priest of this rite went with the sausage-gravy-covered Southern omelet. I chose sourdough French toast. We began the ceremonial gorging, and found ourselves interrupted by a cry from the overhead speakers, a cry we had heard just the day before:
"You make me we-ee-eak," it said. "I want to die."
"I have surpassed my weekly quota of this song," replied the priest.
"Lovin', touchin', squeezin' ... each other," I sang to the syrup.
While we returned to our respective plates, my mind raced. Steve Perry of Journey. I speculated that he was, indeed, the most dramatic of all the dramatic rock singers of my lifetime.
I shared this theory with the my breakfast clergyman, and then we heard another voice. Dennis DeYoung of Styx.
A tough call. Steve is in agony. Dennis is doing that weird thing in between every line that makes him look a little like Dr. Smith from Lost in Space. Steve looks like he forgot his shirt and was dressed by a local harem. Dennis has that coat, plus that guy with those over-the-top Oakleys (we looked them up. Oakley called them over-the-tops. Really.).
We decided that we ought to put these two performances head-to-head and allow democracy to do her thing. The poll is in the top right corner of my blog. Please vote!
You may comment on your choice below. I've got some other fellas in mind and am considering a tournament format, but I'm open to your na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-nominations.
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