Roy Orbison is another singer blessed with a three octave range, like Mina. It seems that with three octaves you can get from Olympus, where he sang according to Bob Dylan, to the depths of sleep where you and I walk hand in hand with heavy feet and a Instagram Valencia filter turned blue.
I was once told that I looked like Roy, not because of my essentially flat voice or any vintage airs, but because of the kind of sunglasses I wore. In addition, we both seemed to be missing a chin. I hid mine with a beard, something Roy never needed.