it is perhaps somewhat overly generous to say that my neighbor and i do not get along. but most everyone here knows that story.
this is a different story.
this is the story of how she is currently dating someone who sings very loudly all the time from a catalog that might be subtitled "oline's soundtrack for the city."
it's uncanny to the point that i've ofttimes wondered if the mix tape i made for her back in 2006 is now being deployed as the basis for her boyfriend's set list.
or if she is dating the man-me.
perhaps the most unfortunate facet of this is that the music i listen to which this man is singing is music that, to an extraordinary degree, lends itself to intolerably bad covers.
like say, for instance, u2.
i love u2. if you know me, you know that. but even i realize u2 has it's limits. that there are u2 songs even bono cannot sing.
one would hope other musicians might be aware of this as well. that there are songs that are sacred. songs that should be left alone.
given last night's hour-long practice session devoted entirely to the perfection of the "oh, oh, oh, ooooooooooooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh" part of "with or without you"- a practice session in which the sound only ever once slightly wavered beyond primal keening- i'm thinking maybe i expect too much. because they certainly aren't aware.