Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, Celine Dion, even Beyonce have made in impact in contemporary American performances, female. These women obliterate the limitation by which artistry and vocal articulation are critiqued. Distributing thoughtful food and bewilderment to their audiences, these voices massage the soul with the consistency and the elegance of their sultry vibrato. It makes on wonder? Yes! Wonder, if indeed, God has favorites. How else could one person be endowed with such an amount of power and others are not?
After her soul-stirring rendition of Lady Marmalade Fantasia has a seat among these greatest American performers. Like fried green tomato (which I love), her voice is an acquired taste. It takes great experiences of likeness and culture similarities to understand the element of spirit and love, not to mention history, embedded in her seemingly stressed vocal cords, nevertheless, I've never heard a performance with such power and umph! Considering the star quality of Fantasia's voice and the infectious melody of the song it wouldn't take you long to see magic had been create at the NAACP Patti Labelle Tribute.
I've found live music, with chords and percussion, compliments Fantasia the most. The vocal method she employs to coast the perimeter of the melody, effortless adlibs, squalling in the mixture of her gospel tingled delivery, and her signature two step. BABY! (At risk of being ghetto) Fantasia ain't(s) to be messed wit'!
Besides, who else in the industry could deliver an energetic, almost spiritual rendition of a song written about a Creole whore from New Orleans.
