Tales 18

Tales of one with time: Entry No. 18

As a simple observation, people usually can't tell when their no good at something that requires nothing exterior, I.E. singing, now, I mention singing because it's the subject for todays blog because every day when I go to school and we get to the computer lab, the baboons who call themselves my classmates revert to the savage states of yore:


Once they've reverted, you begin to hear the jungle sounds, the monkeys houling, the screaming birds, the constant buzzing of insects, the roaring of speakers that play their choice of "music" (Good god their tastes usually horrendous) and then you begin to see what I assume are their ceremonies for good crops or rain or something of the sort, when they begin to sing, at first individually, then more of them start to sing, different songs and then they unite into one single chorus of perpetual suckitude.

Now, I can tollerate singing, I like the sound of music, but when you mix together the music that's pre recorded by artists and then these people trying to dub over it with their own voices getting louder and louder to try and be heard over the others doing the same, combined with their lack of rythim or coordination, the fact that they seem to be tonedeaf and the sheer fact most of them can't sing to save their lives, that's when you have the madening cocktail that I am subjected to.

I'd like to end this off with a plea: I ask of all of those of you who can't sing, to practice on your own, record your own voice and then listen to it, if this isn't a deterrant, I hope at least it inspires you to learn how to do it... if on the other hand it makes such peoples ears beggin to bleed, then that should be a little hint that they can't sing.

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