Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 16

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 16

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

Remington Standard Typewriter on desk with blank page

When a song is stuck in your head who’s voice is singing?

Go ahead.

I’ll wait.

I honestly believe that I used to hear the voice of whoever was singing the song. Now that I have thought about this question though I cannot — for the life of me — hear any other voice than my own.

Born In The USA? It’s me.

Hotel California? Me again.

Material Girl? Me for fuck’s sake! How is that even possible?

What’s even crazier? I am always perfectly in tune. To be clear, In reality, I have a better chance of carrying the Empire State Building than I do of carrying a tune. But in my head all the notes are perfect. I can even switch it up and improvise without missing a beat?

Maybe this is not strange to you at all. Maybe I am the strange one for wondering. Either way, I need to know…let me know your thoughts in the comments below.

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