Tonight, I'm listening to the CD of my high school choir's gospel concert two years ago. It makes me laugh. We're actually not half-bad, considering we're a high school choir and we're all hoarse. I only cringe when I hear one certain soloist.
A drum starts beating, and people start clapping like they're in church. A loud, blatantly country voice rings out.
"How many o' y'all comin' to New Jerusalem?! I can't hear y'all clappin' out dere! C'mon!"
The choir starts singing. "I...am on my way to- New Jerusalem..." Now, they sound good.
The soloist begins to sing like somebody's mama in the choir pew at church. "Ah said, where the sun-u-un..." She's actually not bad, but when she screeches out certain notes...eck.
So, you see, people, I cannot listen to a recording of myself without hating it utterly and completely. Yes, that country-mama soloist was me.
And no, none of you will ever hear that song. Even if it is on Poddy.
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