01-24-2019, 01:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-24-2019, 01:49 PM by Drunk Monk.)
(01-24-2019, 01:21 PM)King Bob Wrote: Last night I dreamed that I was at a party (?) andDM was there. He had a large binder of reggae songs - not sheet music but just pages of lyrics - and when there was a lull in the conversation he opened it up and started singing a cappella. Everyone joined in.
Niceness!
Was I in key?
My voice is so raspy now that I give the label 'whiskey-soaked' new meaning. I sound like the bastard child of Stevie Nicks and Tom Waits. It works great for blues, but not so much for reggae. It might work for Dancehall, but you gotta yell in that, and that shreds my tattered throat even more.
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