I don’t like singers
Singers are for opera
La traviata and shit like that
I like speakers
I like people who sing like people
The way they used to do in pubs
Badly
I like the growls
I like the hatred and the venom
When they recall a painful memory
I like the howl
When they open themselves up
And show the blood and guts
And the heart
I like the smiles
When they close their eyes
And let it all pour out of them
I like the singers
Who’ve done something in their life
Besides diaphragm exercises
At Berklee
I like poets
Not puppets or athletes
Not virtue or virtuosi
I like the singers
With a throatful of gravel
Who can say it all
With a sigh
I like the human animal
Woundable and wounded
Gnashing teeth at predators
And fuck the encore
