THE VERY last thing I thought I'd ever need was a singing coach. After all, I've never been able to carry a tune. But several years ago, a string of events led me to Roger Love, and I will be forever grateful for the changes he's made in my voice.
Let me go back to the beginning. In December of 1996 I got a bad cold — several weeks of postnasal drip topped off with Christmastime bronchitis and laryngitis. It seemed to clear up, and then, one night, right after doing a great three-hour show, I got up to leave the studio and found that I could barely croak out a "See you tomorrow" to my engineer.
Let me go back to the beginning. In December of 1996 I got a bad cold — several weeks of postnasal drip topped off with Christmastime bronchitis and laryngitis. It seemed to clear up, and then, one night, right after doing a great three-hour show, I got up to leave the studio and found that I could barely croak out a "See you tomorrow" to my engineer.