Some days ago, I insisted that my spouse listen to tracks 2, 3, 4 and 10 of the Winger album "Pull." Interesting music, he said. Great guitar. But he wasn't sure about the singing.
"WHAT?" I ejaculated. How could anyone find fault with those flawless notes?
The range is too far up, Ed said. The guys are trying to sound tough but they're using the voices of adolescents. Too high to be taken as serious.
The fool I married never understood metal.
I was pissed in the extreme. "Dammit," I said, "back in the 1960s, when I was salivating over the Beatles and the Stones, you played the classic vinyl of soul stars such as Stevie Wonder. Let's talk about high voices."
My husband hit back, noting that (a) he was an adolescent when he listened to soul music, and that (b) tastes do change over time. I stared at Ed so viciously that he backed down. "Yes," he acknowledged, "Kip Winger's voice is good"--Ed has high praise for Kip's acoustic work--"but in his hard-rock singing mode, he's just not my style."
He is my style, however. Bwahahahaha!
A confession: Before my husband really backed down, I'd threatened to play the Cinderella power ballad "Don't Know What You Got (Till It's Gone)." It's way too high for my pathetic tastes--almost grating. But it's probably good. I learned later that Kip Winger admires Cinderella, and anything Kip says goes.
