Sta.sh
Sickened
I'm sitting in my favorite coffee shop as I write this, and there are a couple of guys performing on guitars right now. The guitar playing itself isn't so bad, but the singing is atrocious. And the sound quality is horrible.
Dear Guy Singing Right Now: Some guys can sing in falsetto. Some can't. You may think you belong in the former group (after a few shots of alcohol, I'm sure), but, um... you don't.
They strike me as the type of guys who start playing and singing after drinking, and, since they're under the influence, they think they sound awesome. Most people like this only sound so-so to the non-intoxicated listener. These guys don't even sound so-so. Honestly, raging in my journal like this is what's keeping me from shouting, "GET OFF THE STAGE AND GET VOICE LESSONS!" My mom would totally rip these guys apart. And believe me; when Mom rips someone apart, she reeeeeally rips someone apart. Don't believe me? Okay then. Go on. Insult her (or, better yet, me) in her presence. I dare you.
Also, they're not very creative. They called a song written in the G chord-- you guessed it-- G.
Clearly, we have two of the world's greatest thinkers up there.
For the most part, I don't believe in quality control, on dA or anywhere else, unless the people are getting paid to do it. (And I'm pretty sure you have to buy a slot to perform here.) Art is in the eye (or ear) of the beholder. But there are limits to everything. And these guys suck cheese.
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