Growing up, I was not particularly defined for male or female singers. If the song was good, that was all I cared. But later in life I found myself liking more female singers and I did not realize that I kept coming back to two particular songs that were deeply embedded in the musical roots of my brain. Both songs sung by fantastic singers and both songs are now classics.
The first one: Yvonne Elliman and “I don’t know how to love him.”
And the song that cemented my love for lady singers: Carly Simon and “Nobody Does It Better.”
After that? From Annie Haslam to Stevie Nicks, Carole King, Holly Sherwood, Reba McEntire, Kaleigh Baker, Janis Joplin…. you get the idea.
So I am a sucker for a melodious female singer, sue me.
But of course we’re ‘suckers for a melodious female’.
I think it’s biological, genetic ‘hard-wiring’.
Because – trying not to be crude Manuel – all us guys seek to make a woman wax ‘melodious’ in the heights of passion.
Me too — I’m married to one. 🙂
The other day she reminded me of one not so well known: Dory Previn (wife of classical music conductor André Previn). One of her gems is “beware of young girls who come to the door”.
Always good to see someone else aware of Annie Haslam. She has not made that much of a splash on this side of the pond. I have enjoyed her singing for OMG 44 years!
We got old…
Ashes are Burning. Live at the Carnegie