...banjo teacher said he'd teach me some thing about singing. I was thinking I'd start with Gram Parsons' She. I realized then that if you yourself cannot sing it is better for you not to learn to sing using a song about a gal who sure could sing. So maybe 1,000 Wedding. But I have no idea what that song is about. At all. Now I'm thinking Gillian Welch's My First Lover. Yes. A song sung by a woman should be more in my range. My range; some laugher; I've never said those words before, my range. I think if I had a range it would be at home somewhere near early Liz Phair's can't really sing but goes ahead anyway place...
I referred to my umbrella as a banana yesterday.
"Where's my damn bananaumbrella
Speaking of Liz Phair and singing, a few weeks back we snuck onto her website
where we downloaded with excitement-bordering-on-insanity her at-long-last
new material from her at-long-last
new album. Did finally hearing these new songs ultimately make us actually go insane? Yes it did!!!!!!!!! With pleasure? No!!!!!!!!! The insanity made us cry with insane madness. Why? ....we have to ask Liz Phair that. Why Liz Phair? I am just wondering, why did you turn into Natalie Imbruglia?
I wish you could do it over
This is a website, it is enjoyable: + nobodyhere