Good voices are a dime a dozen. You can go to a smoky Karaoke bar and listen a good singer, hamming it up to “You Lost That Loving Feeling.” You’ll hear somebody that is in tune, knows the lyrics to a song, and has a pleasing tone.
But let’s be clear—there is a difference between a good singer and a GREAT singer.
A good singer sounds ok in a smoky bar. But a GREAT singer sounds wonderful on a recording. The difference is huge. In the live setting, a voice is amplified and blends into the accompanying instruments. But on a recording, the voice is chiseled down to its fundamental parts—it becomes the resin of the hashish. It’s the steak, alone on a plate without the accompanying vegetables and potatoes.
And it must be different. That’s the key word…DIFFERENT.
Take Ronnie Dunn, for example.
What’s notable about his voice is how unique it is. Nobody sounds quite like him. Sure, he’s hitting all the correct notes and annunciating all the words. But there is something more—his voice in UNIQUE.
America has not given full credit to Ronnie Dunn, but that’s another story (see the lamestream media’s addiction to everything anti-heritage). But musicians know better. When that great voice is singing, we know we are listening to God-given talent. There is only one Ronnie Dunn.
Let’s take a listen to one to my favorite tracks…”A Man This Lonely”:
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I tried listening to the track and ran into “country wall” — the dreaded ailment where Dunn’s “unique” voice blends into the stylings of country in general. In other words, he sounds like every other country singer to me.
It’s that Southern accent. I have tremendous respect for Southern plantation culture and the warrior ethos, but country music must be “read” and I am deaf to it, I freely admit.
Here’s what I like:
I used to sing this to a girl in the apartment building we briefly shared. She seemed to like me doing it. I’m very SOULFUL, what can I say?
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P.S. Brooks is from Oklahoma and has more of a middle-American sound, making him escape the dreaded wall of hick sound.
P.P.S. Country has the best lyrics of any genre of music, though. Those writers are motherfuckers in Nashville. Gotta bring em up to Canada when I start my media company.
Dunn is an acquired taste I will admit. First, you need to fully break the shackles of your globalist overlords: i.e. no more humming the theme to “Fiddler on the Roof” as you splash through the rain puddles at Georgian college.
Once you’ve freed yourself of those chains, you’re ready to dive headfirst into the greatness of heritage music: i..e songs that celebrate nationalism, family and healthy virtues.
Gone are the days of worshipping dirty hippies, fighting in the mud-soaked fields of Woodstock over a tab of acid.