Dad is currently writing a rock jingle for a TV commercial. Last week he asked me to come up to his studio to record the vocals for it. Well, I hate to admit it, but I failed him. Horribly. Scratch one career possibility off the list-- I will never be a Jingle-Singer. I tried and tried to contort my voice into the sound Dad needs, but it was to no avail. I don't rock. We did have some laughs over my wimpy attempts, though...and in turn, over Dad's worse ones. (Ha Ha!) He looks really cool, anyway.
Stan rips it up in High Stream Studio Style
1 comment:
no rockability huh? I wish I coulda heard it.
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