I recently overheard a lady reveal to her companion the following bombshell:
I thought that I would join a barber shop quartet for a year–just to see–and I haven’t found the music all that inspiring. For me, that is. . . but boy do we sound good!
Which I found surprising, because straw caps and candy-striped vests have generally been the uniform of “game changers” in the world, right?
Who wouldn’t find an endless stream of songs discussing strolling with your “sweet baby” or negotiating love deals with “Mr. Sandman” inspiring?
Maybe her Quartet was just singing the wrong songs.