We know, well, we should all know that Neil Diamond is The Jazz Singer. I mean, the man is phenomenal, even legendary. I on the other hand, not so phenomenal or legendary though on occasion I enjoy singing a little tune. I don't have a particularly strong voice and I don't remember lyrics to most songs. I was sitting and working on some menu item prices when I started singing The Promise - maybe I listened to this a few hundred times back in the day. Apparently Amy has never heard that song, kids. I've just one thing to say about that:
"I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of the right words to say, I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be. But if you wait around a while I'll make you fall for me, I promise you, I promise you, I will."
It was a pretty good effort on my part, filled with drama and passion to be sure. And then, the singing stopped cold. Amy possesses the ability to get mother to sing on camera at any given moment. Then she takes and posts it on YouTube and FaceBook. Here is the skinny - The John Singer does private shows only. There will be no videos posted on the web. When the camera came out The John Singer clammed up.
I am establishing a rule now - no cameras or cell phones are allowed at this years skaryoke party. Amy, I'm serious...
Hey wait a minute. Didn't Justin Bieber get his start as a YouTube sensation? Perhaps I may need to rethink my position on this. Hmmmm... nope, no cameras.
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