...and those majoring Japanese studies don't (usually) sing. Unfortunately art-history ones do. Or some of them. They even have an annual event. Which I happened to attend last Tuesday, not knowing what I had gotten into. Think: the winners of a deathmatch between "Idol" and "Mam talent" casting dropouts. There were moments when I just sat there and cringed, face frozen into a mask of disbelief, wondering if that what I had been hearing and seeing (as the visual input was just as absurd as the aural) was real. Singing that bad is an art in itself. I mean usually one can easily gauge one's abilities. Not those guys. It was just like watching some play where the denizens of Tone-deafistan were hypnotized into thinking each and every one of them is a goddamn Pavarotti. Don't remember when I last had this much fun.
You have never heard me singing. Even my late dog was like: "He's singing again. Well let's see what is going one in the bathtube." :)
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