I want to be the singer of an instrumental rock n roll band. Just stand there and make weird trippy noises with my mouth. Make frikkin’ millions! ‘Cause, ya know, it would be easy.
You wouldn’t really have to write any songs. Just spend some time around toddlers and when you get up on stage try to think back to what they said. Lots of oohs and aahs. Take that and make it your own. You wouldn’t have to remember the lyrics.
You wouldn’t need singing lessons, either. Didn’t matter how unattractive your voice might sound, you put it through an amp and play with the levels? There’s no end to the things they can do with funny noises.
If you happen to get rowdy at an Olney Tiger’s football game and you’re hoarse and all but lost your voice? You could just stand there and moan in agony and they would applaud you for it. At nightclubs in the city. You might win an award. Never know, in this day in age.
I can't stop laughing because my favorite band on the planet, Blue October, seems to be somewhat fond of this. Justin Furstenfeld often ends songs or interludes a song with freakish sounds from his throat that make you feel like you have been transported to another place without a single drop of acid...Oooooohaaaaaawaaaaammmmmmlaaaaaaweeeaaa
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