Saturday, January 2, 2010
The Fab Fur, part 2
If Siamese cats sang, they’d sound a little like John Lennon. Don’t roll your eyes, you know it’s true! Take a few seconds to imagine that very distinctive Siamese meow-yowl. Now imagine a Siamese cat—let’s say Bing—singing karaoke.
“Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog’s eye…”
“You can talk to me. You can talk to me. You can talk to meeee…if you’re lonely you can talk to me…”
I wish I knew more about music theory (hey, what IS music theory?), but is it even possible to compare the timbre of a cat’s vocalizations to a person’s? At least that’s comparing apples to apples, sorta. Didn’t Paul McCartney once mistake Graham Nash for a French horn on “I Can’t Let Go”? Ah, but that’s a nice compliment, too!
P.S. Disclaimer: I don’t think meezers could sing just any Lennon lead. “Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite” and “Soldier of Love ," yes. But can you imagine Bing on “Julia” or “Across the Universe?” Me neither.