The years my voice broke

The first time was in the middle 1960s. Why is it happening again?


  1. McGehee »

    26 January 2013 · 7:33 am

    I think the proverbial death rattle results from not having the strength anymore to draw breath, rather than manifesting in the sound of one’s voice.

    Hank is to be commended for being able to speak after rattling.

  2. fillyjonk »

    26 January 2013 · 8:57 am

    It couldn’t merely be allergies, could it? One of the weather casters here noted the other day that “Mountain cedar counts have EXPLODED in the past 48 hours”

    Which may well explain a number of unpleasant physical phenomena I am currently experiencing.

  3. Tatyana »

    26 January 2013 · 9:28 am

    It’s HORMONES! [that’s the ready-made answer my doctor gives me these days, for any complaint and on all occasions. she saw my date-of-birth, now I don’t deserve attention longer than 1/2sec!

  4. canadienne »

    26 January 2013 · 11:44 am

    If you listen to his recordings over the years, Leonard Cohen’s voice has been getting deeper and more gravelly as he gets older. I think it sounds better.

  5. canadienne »

    26 January 2013 · 11:46 am

    Not that Mr. Cohen’s voice is an operatic baritone or anything. The audience always giggles when he comes out with that line, “I was born with the gift of a golden voice.” But it works for him.

  6. CGHill »

    26 January 2013 · 12:06 pm

    I have the comfort of knowing that those high notes I couldn’t reach before, I don’t even have to try for anymore.

  7. canadienne »

    26 January 2013 · 1:19 pm

    Go for the sexy growl. Works for Mr. Cohen.

  8. CGHill »

    26 January 2013 · 1:33 pm

    No can do. I’m about as sexy as SpongeBob SquarePants’ pal Patrick.

  9. fillyjonk »

    26 January 2013 · 1:38 pm

    Yeah, but at least Patrick is sexier than Squidward.

  10. CGHill »

    26 January 2013 · 1:54 pm

    Yeah, but how difficult is that?

  11. McGehee »

    26 January 2013 · 2:08 pm

    Having seen way too much anime I can attest that there is — apparently, among a certain segment of the world’s population — some challenge to being sexier than something with tentacles.

    Whereas I’m still a little freaked out about the Fruity-Oaty Bar ad in Serenity, wherein an octopus bursts out of a woman’s cleavage.

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