Yeah, but the thing is I'd listen to drunken crooning. Some of the best music is bad music. Such as Mrs Miller's blood curdling rendition of Downtown.
No blood curdling here, just a big smile. There's something so familiar in her rendition. Like that one aunt everyone has that really gives the "Happy Birthday" song her all each and every time. Or that women at the karaoke bar that takes it WAY too seriously. Oh.. the whistle solo just clinched it. This is pure gold.
Mrs Miller was inspired. Awful, but it's her enthusiasm that's so infectious. She used to gargle ice before she whistled because it helped to contract her throat muscles. The clincher for me is towards the end where Mrs Miller dives into the chorus a full second before the backing band. I think this is also one of the songs where she forgets the lyrics and just mumbles. Here's to bad music! There aren't many people who really appreciate it.