I had this funny dream. It was actually about a year ago. In this dream my choir director told me he couldn't use me in choir anymore because... well, just read below:
Barlow: "I'm sorry, Joel, but I just can't use you anymore."
Joel: "Really?! Why not?"
Barlow: "Because your voice sounds like a bad oboe reed."
The funny thing is I don't know much about oboe reeds, but I looked up "bad oboe reed"
on YouTube and came up with this demonstration:
on YouTube and came up with this demonstration: