So? You're alive, aintcha?

My wife had a excellent voice (or so she says). Then surgery for thyroid cancer left her, at 17, with one functioning vocal cord and scarred throat. Her voice is low and husky (and she was once rejected for a job because her voice was too sexy) and she can't yell. Of course, she can peel the paint off a barn with what she says, but that's another story.

Anyway, she still sings, and she don't give a rat's ass what anyone thinks.

Sing. Sing to please yourself, if no one else. Those who don't like it can go piss up a rope...or send 'em out to Idaho to see me.

And yeah, you better go to NOMAD.