I used to dream about being famous for my voice. You know, maybe not The Voice of the Century or anything like that, but I wanted to be one of the voices of the century, at least. I wanted… well… I wanted to be known as a Good Singer.

Now, apparently vocal quality is the least of a musician’s concerns. Apparently all you need to be a Popular Artist are some pouty lips and/or autotune. Oh, and the more nasal you sound naturally, the better… (or I’m sure they can digitally add that, as well.)

There goes that dream.