Nobody wants to hear me sing
Fiona claims she does, but that’s just because she doesn’t know me.
A long, long time ago, after my voice changed the SECOND time, I was told I might- if i worked very hard- be a tolerable tenor.
That wasin the neighborhood of 280,000 Pall Malls ago. My voice is bad, and nothing is going to make it good again. And it’s not like I was going to be Mario Lanza, or even, for that matter, Pavarotti.
So I never paid much attention. And I still sing- though it actually causes me pain, if i do long and loud enough. But in my car, while driving, it’s not a big deal.
Apparently I sing in my sleep, sometimes, just under my breath. According to the Ogwife. Only at… erm, certain times.
You sound like a baritone on the phone. How’s your Ole Man River? I like to sing Negro spirituals in bed myself. Like when Moses says “Let my penis goooooo…..”
LOL! It’s the phone, trust me. Though I can do a false baritone and sing “Back home again in Indiana” like Gomer.