Singing in the Den of Iniquity
That last post on music is the perfect preface for this story!
My buddies Marty and Bill back in old Plant 103 loved to rip on me about singing. They’ve never heard me sing, but they certainly won’t let a small detail like that hinder them. I loved it and egged them on.
They would howl along with the radio and I would sit back and marvel at their ability and how I could never compare. I continually complimented them on their talent and vocal ability. They continually reminded me of my place far beneath them.
“I’m a great singer!” I would say. Then Marty would launch into a two-minute tirade about how I went home at night and ran my voice through the computer trying to make it sound half decent and how futile even that was. It usually didn’t take long for me to break down in fits of laughter.
I miss Marty. He quit after they shut down 103. Bill got moved with me to 900 and we still work together, but I miss Marty, he was my bud. Even though he was easily my life’s largest single source of profanity.
Anyway, one day a couple months ago we were by another worker’s radio that was tuned to country music. “Life’s a Dance” came on the radio. I started singing along. Something like this (35KB, 0:08).
They immediately yelled for me to stop. Marty shouted, “I’ve had tires on my car that could sing better than you!!!”
6 Responses
July 28th, 2005 at 10:05 am
Tom, thanks for starting my day off with a laugh.It reminded me of camping recently when my husband complained about me stepping on his foot under the picnic table. An old country song popped into my head and I revised it and with my best country twang belted out “She’s a big footed woman lovin’ her big footed man.” I too was told to stop quickly!
July 28th, 2005 at 12:58 pm
that was extrememly well sung. if only everyone had that kind of talent, eh?
July 28th, 2005 at 5:22 pm
Oh, horrors, Tom!! No wonder they didn’t like it! It’s all in interpretation. Sing country (and southern gospel) through the nose, rock with a decent amount of vocal quality, rap with the southern black dialect, and a cappella with the, AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!, highest quality immaginable. That’s the only way to sing anything.
July 29th, 2005 at 7:48 pm
Tom, I to have suffered much grief at the hands of co-workers who just don’t understand when a song needs to be belted forth! I wonder if those of us who suffer from this uncontrollable condition shouldn’t be granted “special rights” under some federally funded program. SING ON my brother, sing on! douglas
July 31st, 2005 at 1:50 am
Hahahahaha!!! That was funny! And although car tires will never match the human voice, they sometimes DO make beautiful music! Yee-haw!
The Baritone
July 31st, 2005 at 8:37 pm
ernie, yes. he’s denton’s cousin. what was your first clue, the blue shorts? ;]
and yeah, marty and his bro leo are in those same photos. fun dudes.