I can’t sing. That isn’t a coy thing, there’s no false modesty here. I don’t demur demurely for a few minutes and then bust out some semi-professional voice. I apparently verge on tone deaf, and when I was eight I was told to mime in the school Christmas choir (and then told to mime less enthusiastically).
However, some people don’t believe me that I have a voice that could scare small children and summon dolphins to my rescue. So here’s the proof.
This? is Welcome to Skullcrusher Mountain by me.
….most of it. I could swear I basically knew it off by heart, but once I was recording it I lost some words.