Brian Fenton wrote: >Finally, I don't like angry, I like sad. Any other saddoes out >there? Over here, mate. Angry isn't nearly as interesting as what happens when it finally burns itself out and becomes sad. To me angry female singers are just as boring as angry male singers. It's not until you get a bit of sensitivity that you start to actually reach some depth rather than just blaming everything you can point at. Audiences will always want saviors, and little girls and little boys will always want their saviors to be as angry as their own parents won't allow them to be. Perfect recipe for a puppet dictator, eh? Any bets on how long Marilyn Manson will enjoy his time in the sun? In a lot of ways, Sinead O'Connor is still the mother of that whole lot. When she was angry she could have eaten any of those other sistahs for lunch. And when her anger finally burned out and supernovaed and she got sad, she's the only one who you'd want to sing you to sleep. Malcolm