This video just about killed me. If you think it’s a gross exaggeration, try watching a music awards show sometime where most of the performances are delivered by pretty-looking air-brushed automatons, and see if you can catch someone who isn’t lip-syncing to a pre-recorded track. When that happens, nine times out of ten it ain’t too pretty.
Sometimes I’m glad all my efforts to establish a relationship with other artists as a producer/recording engineer mostly led to nothing, a handful of experiences (both good and bad) notwithstanding. Because for every genuinely talented individual or group of musicians, there’s someone like the character played by the woman in that comedy sketch, whose real life counterpart is probably a really sweet person, but just…shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near a piece of musical equipment. Ever.
There’s a pretty wide gulf between “imperfections that make things interesting” and “OH GOD MAKE IT STOP!!!” And maybe that’s a gulf I’m better off not trying to plug up with Stucco and ancient bubblegum. Then again, I don’t have Auto-Tune or anything of the sort, so I wouldn’t be of much use to someone who needed or wanted that stuff anyway.