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I know choir directors who would kill for that bass.

maggie katzen

yeah, my voice teacher was telling me about, um, his university did the Rachmaninov Vespers, and they brought in this bass to help the choir and that's apparently all he does is go around singing the bass part for that.


I grew up in a Swiss-descended community where the men rumbled like that. Church singing always made me break out in goose bumps. It was a cultural thing that just about everyone could sing.


Don's dad has that one of those crazy low voices. It sounds like Tibetan Monks.

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