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And lonely to defend
Marking time with every change
It’s hard to love this woman in me
She’s the one that stills the seas
Finds the truth in this anarchy
Dives the depth of every age
Keeps this body and knows the shape
I will love. I will protect this love
It was hard to get
I will love and I will protect this love
And it’s anarchy.
Only Ray can occupy the con-tralto boy-like-me position and bypass soprano, the female high voice, bypass also the African-American infused gospel alto that had belonged to singers like Odetta. Ray’s depth and range is less spectacular than K. D. Lang’s virtuoso croon. It’s less self-assured, less placed, more liable to break down and to shift key and pitch mid song and between songs. Her voice is anarchy, the pitched battle of internalized gender.
“Is this body just a cage?” Well of course it is. And that’s why the voice, emanates from the body and yet speaks outside it. This variation on the old body-mind split I call the Gomer Pyle syndrome, after the suspect southern TV army recruit who gaaw-aawl-ied with a country accent, but who burst out in operatic baritone. The voice, unlike the body, does not betray class status or sexuality but does the opposite, it soars away from Podunk, and away from the Viet Nam war. It offers a better alibi than Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. Jim Nabors through his voice became a whole, national crooner, the hopeless white southern faggot no more. Voice can uncage the body, transform status, fool the ear if not the eye. It is always projecting and projection.
But voice is also placed. Voice teachers speak of placing the voice, meaning techniques for producing “head” voice, “chest” or some other foundation for the sound waves to be produced from forced and controlled air through the “pipes” of the larynx and the containing cavities of the torso and skull. Amy Ray’s butch-ly placed sound may overlap with some critiques of the mezzo sound as hooty or covered or dark. But there’s also a boyish brightness or white gospel clarity to her tone, if not emanating from its placement, then from its