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Thursday, May 19, 2011

What the F***?

     Thank you, God, for giving me this voice to do nothing with except piss people off, and frustrate myself. Thanks for giving me a voice that isn't good in any setting, Choral, or otherwise. Because of this, I won't ever be able to sing my own songs, I'll never be able to sing to my (future) girlfriend. I'll always look back at my life and be angry that I didn't get to do the one thing I was most passionate about. Singing.
     I hate hearing the stupid, "You're only 15 years old." You know what? There are a plethora of 15 year-old out there who can sing well. Mitch McAndrew can sing better than me, Mitchell Stevens can sing better than me, Kyle Langhurst can sing better than me, half the 15-year-olds on YouTube can sing better than me.
     I should not have to exceed 300+ dB to hit a C. I should not have to watch my covers, and laugh at myself and how terribly I sing. I should not get rude comments about how crappy my singing is, when I've practiced it every day for three years. It should be at least okay.
     And you know what? I won't ever accept this. Never. I will keep on trying, and I will keep swearing at myself when I try to sing songs. I'll continue to cringe whenever I hear myself in choir, continue to be embarrassed with every note I "sing"
     I can't get vocal lessons, to even try to begin to sound any good. Not that it would matter, because no matter how many I had, I would still suck. I don't want to have to sing notes so low, they're inaudible. But you stuck me with this, and I'm furious. You gave me a passion for singing, and didn't give me the tools necessary to do it. I don't want to scream. Sure, it's kinda fun, but it's not what i want to do. I want to sing my own lyrics, not have others repeat the words.
     So, that's it. I quit. I'm not going to open my mouth again.