Monumental Rock Vocal of Rock and Roll

Listening to songs, through the ages of rock, Some bands owned a gold timbred vocal stamp. Like the new noise in ‘68, Led Zep’s power frontman, The enigmatic absolute tenor, Robert Plant. The original baritone rocker, Jim Morrison sang love, Sang it before anyone else dared or could. The Doors opened the doors to millions of lovers, Jim’s voice seeped through my whole childhood. And then there was the jaggeresque of Mick Jagger, Classic rock not defined by tenor or baritone. Fans knowing him simply didn’t know music, And folks knowing music didn’t care for the Stone. Then, bang, Bon Scott, charisma, wit and talent, Overshadowing Brian Johnson, when on stage. Singing the fury of the teenagers, singing with frenzy and fame, In a passionate, maniacal rage. And Joan Jett was Joan Jett before we knew of Joan Jett, The rocker who loved rock and roll. And the same with Roger Waters and the rest of the Floyd, When, to the sun, they’d set their control. I loved John Lennon’s thoughts on love and peace, And Fogerty’s bold extrovert abrasive voice. But outshining each of these singers there’s one that shone brightest, To me, there’s only one choice. Freddie’s quicksilver voice descended to rumbling depths Before soaring to impossible heights. He owned the stage, he did rock us to trance, The ultimate rocker, leading in shiny black tights.