there's a path that leads

[aquandrian]

*sigh* Don't want to go to work today. It's all chill and grey today, the sunshine trapped in the silver air, and I want to huddle under the warm quilts and read some of my Pamela Travers' What The Bee Knows, then alternate with Regarding 'Jane Eyre', and go back to writing my own novel.

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[waitingman]

I have been told more than once that my singing voice makes people wish for the end of the world...

That's why I just play instruments ~ to keep this world turning

[aquandrian]

Really? That honestly startles me, I wouldn't have thought it!

But hehe, very good and noble of you, I'm sure. :p

[waitingman]

I may... of course... just be exercising my capacity for modesty & misdirection in support of your dream's scenario.

As a former Sydney Choir boy & with a solo vocal performance at the Opera House on my Resumé, as well as numerous lead & backing vocal gigs & recordings, it's not my singing ability that's in doubt, it's just that I'm stuck with a similar range & sound to Justin Currie of Del Amitri. when I really want to sound like Joe Cocker or Tom Waits...

Then again, I'd love to play guitar like Eric Clapton, or Robert Fripp, but it hasn't stopped me playing...

Singing is, perhaps, a more personal thing...

[aquandrian]

Psht. *flaps hand* You ... dissembler!

See, now that's exactly how I imagined your singing voice! And I Like that!. Don't say Tom Waits to me, that is not appealing to mine ears. Joe I'll give you cos Joe's just awesome like that. Gimme a choice between Tom Waits and that Corrie guy, I'll take the Corrie guy. *nods*

Hee. Isn't it lovely how we don't allow our limitations to, you know, limit us? :p I'd love to be able to write small elegant sparse tightly controlled novels a la Susanna Moore's In The Cut. Not quite there yet. :p

So true, though. *gloomily* Not so much personal, my taste in singers, as totally idiosyncratic. Ha.