It's an archetype. Don't you remember it? The classic purveyor of wifty-wafty crap. The monster who destroyed female singers who didn't squeak high enough, or who had a blues tone to their voices. The choirmaster or mistress who put stuff for school compulsory religious services in keys that the congregation couldn't sing. The instrumental teachers who only wanted you to play scales or memorise the difference between a xylophone and a glockenspiel when all you wanted to do was rock. The ones who tell you to sing out of a diaphragm when it's a birth control device, to sing from the stomach when a stomach is there to digest food and noises from it are an unfortunate byproduct.

These saddoes do not enable or empower music or musicians. They put barriers between people and music. They're the people telling YOU you aren't good enough. All in all, they're just another brick in the wall.

Making sound is about the science of vibrations. They don't tell you that.