Why We Love "Bad" Voices
The lighting is kinda dim in a hazy, smoke filled bar with leather-clad booths and polished wood tables. The floor is permanently sticky with bits of glass still scattered from gallons of cocktails and hundreds of beer bottles swilled and spilled in passion or desperation over the years. This is the kind of place you want to be to face a hard truth you've come up against in your life. Or to drink away the memory of a love gone wrong. With luck there will be a gravelly-voiced
