florence raze it's been said that florence foster jenkins was the owner of the world's worst voice. a pianist whose musical aspirations were cut short by an arm injury and her father's steadfast lack of support, she shaped herself into a socialite and amateur opera singer after the death of her parents made her a rich woman. she was a patron of the arts who had as many fans as detractors, and she refused to be defined or defeated by her technical shortcomings. "people may say i can't sing," she told a friend. "but no one can ever say i didn't sing." when she was seventy-five years old, she was involved in a car accident while riding in the back of a taxi. her response was to sing, though the sound that came out of her was instinctive and catalyzed by fear. at home, she turned to her piano to determine what note she'd hit. it was an F6 — accessible only to coloratura sopranos, and previously beyond her reach. she was so thrilled, she sent the cab_driver a box of cigars instead of pressing charges. the more i learn about her, the more i like her. 241220 what's it to you? who go blather from