Comitragedy. Wilson does a spot-on imitation and the whole thing is terribly sad. "Witney" was one of my favorite CDs.
My little stereo came with a mic. Paul came over to my first apartment and saw it. The guy is a natural-born actor but he can't sing a note. He kept picking the most impossible female voices and then couldn't produce a single sound. He wanted so badly to try out the karaoke feature but he stood there frozen unable to start. For a very long time. It was a safe place. Just him and me. So he kept trying without fear of embarrassment. But he never did sing a single note. His inability was a hilarious routine. He changed CDs to Maria Carey. Then to Oletia Adams. I told him to stop picking female voices and pick something easy instead, like 1/4 octave Depeche Mode closer to speaking, but he was absolutely stuck on picking female voices that he can't possibly sing along with. In many ways Paul is naturally brilliant and in other ways like this he's just totally f'k'n stupid. He knew it and that's what was so funny.
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