Just as I had sang into the microphone--without any audio post-production. How could I anyway? .... I peck on those gadgets until they don't work any more--BOACK!
My Missis says, I have the soul of a lark--probably born in the wrong body. Why, I don't fear competition of larks: They can sing alright, but they can't play the piano!
http://youtu.be/KvHUAx34CQs
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