Verboten

I am a terrible singer.  TERRIBLE.  But I am an enthusiastic singer.  ENTHUSIASTIC.  I'll sing almost anything anytime anywhere, but some songs are just too good to sully with the absolute embarrassment that is my earnest, off-key warbling.  Some songs I know better than to ruin for myself by singing them.  So, go ahead and listen to these in their best iterations.  They're wonderful and wholly without the taint of my voice.

Jeff Buckley's cover of "Hallelujah."  Beautiful, haunting, wrenching, and far too good for these pipes.  Also, I don't know if I could get through it without weeping.


"Time Bomb" by Old 97's (and the video is local!).  Uncle Damon and I once tried singing this as a duet in his parents' red station wagon in college. It was painful.  We declared our eternal ban on singing together forever after.  I have extended it into a song-specific, personal ban.  Good song to listen to, GREAT song to drink to, bad song to sing along with.


"What Sarah Said" by Death Cab for Cutie.  Because it's the saddest song I've ever heard and because I can still smell the exact scent of the hand sanitizer used in the hospital if I try hard enough.  Listen at your own risk.


"It's the End of the World As We Know It" by REM.  Yes, it was the final song at our wedding reception, but, no, I did not sing along.  Why?  I don't know the words. Only douchebags memorize the words to this song.  Sad, sad douchebags.  I will not be counted as one of your number!