If you’ve met me, you know I can’t sing. I actually have perfect pitch, which was duly noted by my high school music theory teacher when once upon a time I planned on majoring in music, but alas: my voice, the actual timbre of it, is horrendous.
I recorded a video of my friends and I tonight at Sing Sing.
Guess what’s NOT going on the blog? You know. Because then you’d lose what little respect you have left in me. Woosh, down the toilet it would go, along with tonights wine, steak tartar, vodka sodas and singular tequila shot. Woosh.
PS, if you have to know, it was Oh! Darling followed by Total Eclipse of the Heart. That’s how I rock out and sing sing.