My undergraduate voice professor, the late David W. Jones, would lean back in his pleather avocado-green swivel chair and say "Darlin'." (This was East Texas) "You have got to stand flat-footed and sing your sounds!" He'd sometimes say other things like, "I've got to get a martini, or I'm gonna get the SHAKES!" He knew how he liked a voice - virile and well-supported, and he knew how he liked his gin - with just a glance of vermouth. January 30 will the be the five-year anniversary of his death. I miss him everyday, but he's always close at hand because I carry him with me just as I do my instrument. Surely those of his vocal progeny who sing or teach still have his words in their minds and on their tongues. Just this afternoon I was teaching a lesson and heard his tenor drawl in my memory as I informed my student that "When singing a diphthong, find the principle vowel sound and stay on it as loooooong as possible. Then, in the twinkling of an eye, sing the unaccented vowel." A solid and easily communicated concept, especially for this diction nerd.