G’bye Phoebe Snow…
Her’s was a voice that was in that class where Minnie played.
Nooo… one could never be mistaken for the other. They do not sound the same… One was just as pure as the other.. each as rare…just as unique. When you heard Minnie, you knew it. You didn’t have to think about it. You simply knew it from the inside out.
That’s also how Phoebe hits you too. Once you hear her voice, next time there’s no mistaking. It can be gutsy one second and blasting through four octaves the next. Recognition comes subconsciously.
And, you will smile.