Breezes blow the smell of sweat and jasmine through the air, along with the sweet, mournful voice of a man in the next car singing to God.

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The radio in the dining room was playing a mixture of many stations: a war voice crossed with the gabble of an advertiser, and underneath there was the sleazy music of a sweet band.

NPR: Excerpt: 'The Member of the Wedding'

It's a crowd-pleaser, and Blonsky's voice is sweet and not too piercing.

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