tonyespo, be grateful for even half a compliment. I cannot sing, and SWAMBO, consistently reminds me of the fact, PLUS, she does not like my guitar playing. When i put music to my songs, she flatly refuses to sing with me, with the result that i have to sing to be able to work chords out, so ---- ''brick and a hard place''. Last Saturday we were at a braai, ''bbq, in UK or USA speak'', and i took an acoustic along and a book of my songs, on the first chord i was told again ''don't sing'', ok, so how are the people going to follow a song that they have never heard before. ''It doesn't matter, just don't sing.'' The upshot of this was that i sang at the top of my lungs, hopelessly flat and out of tune and key, and nobody cared, everyone was dancing and having a fine old time. I even had one of the kids who writes his own rap songs jamming with me, he was rapping at a million words a minute, and then SWAMBO told me that i was playing too loud, so --- sometimes you just don't win. On the upside, i once overheard her telling a friend how nice something was that she had heard me composing, using and electric and a wah wah pedal. So, - if a compliment comes your way, hug it and frame it.
Keep on Rocking and remember Animals Feel Pain Too.