High-five for not eating my prince boyfriend alive
I was asked to be a judge in a ballad singing competition for teenagers and young adults. I have mixed feelings about this "competition" thing, but the end result is to get people singing, which I like. I promised I would do "Kemp Owyne," with which I have intense emotional connection dating back to early childhood. Apart from anything else, you never see what the hell the monster is, apart from context-free details ("...but if you touch me, tail or fin...") It's the Cat People of heroic balladry. This is one of the reasons I haven't been around much this week.
From my latest FB post:
That feel when it's 12:18 a.m. and you're up late on a work night, running through a ballad that you promised to sing right after an evening of judging other people's ballad singing. 0_0
And it's ONLY your favorite ballad in the history of ever, but you've never performed it because it's Too Big Of A Deal For Any But A Master To Do It Justice. *wheeze* *gulp*
I wonder if anyone has stressed this much about "Kemp Owyne" (Child 34) in the last hundred years.
From my latest FB post:
That feel when it's 12:18 a.m. and you're up late on a work night, running through a ballad that you promised to sing right after an evening of judging other people's ballad singing. 0_0
And it's ONLY your favorite ballad in the history of ever, but you've never performed it because it's Too Big Of A Deal For Any But A Master To Do It Justice. *wheeze* *gulp*
I wonder if anyone has stressed this much about "Kemp Owyne" (Child 34) in the last hundred years.