Singing the Blues

I haven't had the greatest of months lately. OK, you may not have any compassion for my situation, but it hasn't been a total life of leisure here. I've been slammed with health, family, career, guys, and even car issues. It's enough to make me escape the world by curling up on the couch and drowning out the voices in my head with a string of trivial talk shows on the boob tube. Then one afternoon, I was inspired by a segment on the radio about the Complaints Choir. They sing of gripes regarding everything from the toilet paper always running out to love not lasting forever. (There's never enough of what you want, is there?) Their music is as painfully poignant as that of Morrissey or Damien Rice. But there's an added sense of dark humor that makes you first laugh at each kvetch, then realize that the point is depressingly sad because it's true, and finally you shrug your shoulders and are consoled by the fact that, hey, at least the choir and its audience are finding some enjoyment in all of this human misery. I think I'll start taking voice lessons and live in Finland.