Creativity Quote by Robert Goulet

Goulet is taking a cheap-sounding joke term, "Vegas throat", and turning it into a tiny manifesto about craft. On the surface, he is diagnosing a specific occupational hazard of the casino circuit: night after night of belting over loud rooms, dry air, late hours, and a band that doesn’t care if you’re subtly phrasing the bridge. But his real target isn’t the Strip; it’s the kind of singing that treats the throat like the engine instead of the narrow passage it is.

"Sing from their throats only" is pointed, almost scolding in its simplicity. He’s drawing a line between the old-school, body-based technique of the stage singer (breath support, resonance, projection that comes from the whole instrument) and a more brute-force approach that reads as masculine, showy, and ultimately self-destructive. The subtext is professional pride: the seasoned performer knows that endurance is an aesthetic choice as much as a physical one. If you’re grinding your voice down, you’re not just hurting yourself; you’re revealing you never learned the deeper mechanics.

There’s also a sly cultural critique. Vegas, in the mid-century lounge era Goulet inhabited, sold glamour with a side of wear-and-tear. "Vegas throat" becomes shorthand for a whole entertainment machine that rewards volume, repetition, and spectacle. Goulet’s line suggests the real sophistication is invisible: the technique that lets you sound effortless in a room designed to make you strain.