Juicelog Mon 140806: I dated an accountant. He bored me. I went out with a doctor. He over-examined me. I courted an actor. He didn’t even notice I was there.
Now I am after a singer — someone as vocally dexterous as me would be great. Last week I got slightly close to satisfying my new fetish when I bagged myself a mid evening session with a sound-engineer-come-singer.
Following the bog-standard inspection of each others mics, he took me upstairs into his lil’ studio and played me some tunes. Was pretty impressed with some of the songs that he had written, produced and sung on. Sometimes I make assumptions about peoples inability to sing from their conversational voice but in this instance I was wide of the mark. Of course he could have been an exceptional sound engineer and produced something which did not sound anything like his authentic singing voice. To assure myself of not being tricked by a phony I am going to ask him to sing acapella without the distractions of a microphone.
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