Crappy Music: You Can’t Sing

Are you a Happy Walker Girl? Then stay the hell away from me.

With black hair and a little less life, this could be Yoko.

This guy has perfect pitch. Why, he can sing five octaves on thuh pianer!

I’m a little tardy with this last link. April 1-7 was Testicular Cancer Awareness Week. A serious, important event deserves a serious, important song. Too bad they have this instead.

Today’s Prevarication: I can sing.

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About Bruce Diamond

Despicably proud old man. Text-extruding asshole (thank you, John Scalzi) with a skewed vision on life, pop culture, writing and general assholiness. Not a scholar, not a gentleman, not Martin or Lewis. But still trying to make life fun and funny.
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2 Responses to Crappy Music: You Can’t Sing

  1. parsingwind says:

    You have outdone yourself with this selection. They all leave me…without commentary. Not an easy thing to do. But with lots of laughter in the middle of the night. Not sure what’s odder–your crappy music selection or me late at night listening to and laughing at it.

  2. Listen to me hit this high C… “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh(squeak).”

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