5 entries from srah blah blah tagged with 'singing':

Everybody's a critic! Even dogs!

I spent the evening pet-sitting one of my downstairs dog-neighbors, a pit bull named Sandy who apparently believed herself the arbiter of good musical taste for the neighborhood. I tried to convince her that she should take a nap instead of running around the apartment like an idiot, and hummed some Brahms in an attempt to lull her to sleep. She gave me the most communicative look of the whole evening in return, but unfortunately what she was communicating was "Seriously? You call that singing? I am a dog and I thought that was bad. Who did my owner leave...

srah - Wednesday, 18 April 2007 - 8:35 PM
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Reason #4589 Why I Should Have Been Raised By A Jealous, Fictional Musical Psycho Instead of My Family

The Phantom of the Opera: "He was bound to love you/ When he heard you sing" "Sing for me, my Angel of Music!" vs. Srahfamily: "She's singing again! Ha ha ha!" *slams door* *sniff* The Phantom would have been so supportive of my dreams. He would have recognized my true talent and-- ... Oh, talent. Drat....

srah - Tuesday, 25 January 2005 - 4:52 PM
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'I want to play all the parts, including Mabel'

One of the things that I have found myself missing during my two extended experiences abroad is the ability to kick out the jams and sing. Ha ha, I said "kick out the jams". I am so not cool. As you may already know, I am by no means a singer of any talent whatsoever. The only places I feel comfortable singing are in the car - because I can be in an enclosed space all alone and no one need hear me when I sing at the top of my lungs - and in the privacy of my own...

srah - Friday, 8 November 2002 - 4:14 AM
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Por ejemplo, Citrón

One of the things I miss when I'm away from the United States is driving. Not the driving itself, mind you, because I hate that. But the being locked up in an enclosed space all alone. The freedom to talk or sing to yourself without inflicting it on others or being judged by them. I love to turn a song waaaaaaay up and sing along in the car. You're enclosed with the music, you don't have to worry about bothering family members or neighbors, and you can really get into it... unless you're stopped at a light and people are...

srah - Tuesday, 3 September 2002 - 1:21 PM
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Grant Avenue, San Francisco, California, USA

Why can't I sing? Yesterday, after a lovely evening of playing with penguins on Becky's delightful new computer, I put on my newly burned copy of my mom's Flower Drum Song CD and started belting out "Grant Avenue" and dancing around the house. And what was the reaction from the audience my family? They laughed. Not at my ridiculous performance, as I'd intended, but at the atrocious quality of my singing voice. It was very painful....

srah - Monday, 12 August 2002 - 3:19 PM
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