There’s this dude that exercises
every morning on the Cairns Esplanade.
When I say exercise, it’s that he walks around in circles within circles and
then detours off to a wonky square before dancing backwards down the boardwalk.
The things you see at 5:30am. Anyway, he wears enormous headphones that
have to be from the 1970’s and sings at the top of his lungs. Badly.
Really, really badly. I know bad singing. I excel at being atrocious at it. But, in saying that he’s really into belting out
whatever the hell song he is singing. It could be rock. It may be
punk. It wouldn’t surprise me if it was opera on speed. It just could be
the alphabet backwards. Anyhow, I can’t fault him – but for the headphones
– because I also sound a-mazing when I sing along with Pink.
Actually I expect any
day now Pink will call me up as a backing singer.
It could happen...
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I was just talking with my Dad about how bad church music has been lately. I reminded him the Bible says to make a 'joyful noise'...I admire your cohort there. Too many people are afraid they aren't 'good' enough to sing and they miss out on the joy part.
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