Can you sing?

[Jorge]

Can you carry a tune? Are you a super talented singer? If not, would you like to be?

[Jorge]

I think for me, the "raw materials" are there, I think I have a pretty good natural voice. But I have zero technique and have never taken any lessons, so it's incredibly inconsistent. Sometimes when I sing it'll come out silky smooth and I hit every note and other times it'll be a total mess. I'd love to be a consistently good singer, I'm fascinated with people who do it effortlessly. It's like a really cool party trick.

[Peeps]

i couldnt care a tune if it had handles

[Anders]

I did sing in a choir before, as did my father when he was alive. I could easily sing at a karaoke or something like that, or if we're singing happy birthday or similar songs, I'll lead the way, but by no means do I consider myself a good singer. I'm also uneven of course, one day I feel like I nailed it, and another time the song or the moment is just wrong.

[tree_]

I think for me, the "raw materials" are there, I think I have a pretty good natural voice. But I have zero technique and have never taken any lessons, so it's incredibly inconsistent. Sometimes when I sing it'll come out silky smooth and I hit every note and other times it'll be a total mess. I'd love to be a consistently good singer, I'm fascinated with people who do it effortlessly. It's like a really cool party trick.

I’m similar. I’m not interested in performing and what comes with it, but am very interested in the creative choices available for artistic expression, and singing opens up lots of accessible, personal choices, Particularly when putting chords together on a guitar or piano.

[Monkey_Driven]

I think for me, the "raw materials" are there, I think I have a pretty good natural voice. But I have zero technique and have never taken any lessons, so it's incredibly inconsistent. Sometimes when I sing it'll come out silky smooth and I hit every note and other times it'll be a total mess. I'd love to be a consistently good singer, I'm fascinated with people who do it effortlessly. It's like a really cool party trick.

This is where I land too.

[BurtReynolds]

I have the voice of an angel.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

I cannot sing, but I do it anyway, mostly when no one is around.

I wouldn't mind learning to carry a tune once in a while.

[spike]

I’m decent. I liked my singing voice more when I was smoking.

[doug rr]

no

[Higgs]

Absolutely not. Sadly, I suck at singing.

[tree_]

I believe pretty much anyone can learn how to sing. Though it comes easier to some than others. Like everything.

[Bammer]

Good god no but I loved me some karaoke anyway back in the day

[dad]

Good god no but I loved me some karaoke anyway back in the day

i don't know, man. you sang a bit during our interview, and i thought it was good.

[Bammer]

Good god no but I loved me some karaoke anyway back in the day

i don't know, man. you sang a bit during our interview, and i thought it was good.

Just between you and me, I was the one who killed GD (intentionally) in order to wipe that recording (of me singing) from the interwebs.

[bada]

I'm a good enough musician to understand that I suck and to give up.

[epilogue]

Can you carry a tune? Are you a super talented singer? If not, would you like to be?

More or less.

No.

Very much.

[Ello Sailor]

I believe pretty much anyone can learn how to sing. Though it comes easier to some than others. Like everything.

You can probably sing better than Anthony Kiedis.

For real this time.

[tree_]

i don't even take that as a compliment