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Alan Rickman: sort of like a male Joan Greenwood.
Melanie Safka and Bjork can both make me cry on the high notes; Billie Holiday, obviously, has the best voice ever, because she can hit notes that do not exist, and she sounds like she's gargling (sort of like a genderless Rickman-Greenwood creature).
Morrissey, Morrissey, Morrissey; and Uncle Bob, because whenever I'm depressed I can just go Lord KNOWS you've paid some DOOOOZ getting THREUUUGHHHH, Tangled up in BLEEEEEEUUUUUGH and I feel better.
Gareth Thomas: authoritative yet avuncular; scalds you with fury or wraps you up warm. Sometimes both in a single sentence. Wriggle. |
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