wet paper bags and stuff.

1. sorry, no drawings again today. i did draw something, though. you can probably guess what it looked like if you've seen the other drawings. nothing earth-shattering. a bunch of lines and stuff. i'll post them eventually.

2. but i'd like to talk about why i am a terrible singer.

you've seen them around. mostly on tv, i guess. they have these shows featuring people who want to sing. and some of them can sing. but most of them cannot. and they get in front of people and they think they are going to knock people's socks off but very often they do not. and then their dreams are shattered. because they believe in themselves and it's probably the only thing they've ever wanted to do. ever. and they can't see themselves doing anything else. what else is there? nothing.

but the reality is they are terrible. and isn't that sad? think about it: it's the only thing, the most important thing ever and you're no fucking good at it.

some people, defiantly, soldier on not giving a fuck what people think. and some people pack it up and go get, like, a job and shit to pay their bills.

frank frazetta was a great singer. maybe one the best there ever was. also, will eisner was a great singer. changed the way people looked at singing, if you think about it. these are just two examples of great singers. and history has smiled upon them. because i can mention them and you know who i'm talking about.

anyway, what i'm getting at here, is that i am a terrible singer. once, i hummed something in perfect pitch but i can't explain that any more than i can explain how you drag a needle through a groove on a record and it produces sound. no clue. can't wrap my brain around it. but being a terrible singer (and at least i can admit it!) doesn't stop me from singing. i mean, i don't sing in front of people. it's embarrassing. i do enough shit that embarrasses me, i certainly don't need to add something else to the mix. you want to see me embarrass myself? erm, just hang out with me for about 5 minutes. it'll happen.

when people aren't around, though, i like to occasionally "sing along" as they say. but, really, i am terrible.