1. my roomate
Billy was outside our apartment on the steps during the evening. He was listening to a Heart album at max volume. As if that weren't enough he SANG along loudly to the loud
music and it was so gawdawful bad the
dogs down the block were all howling. I was inside watching cable
TV and I had to turn it up. I still could hear his a crapella keening. YAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
2.
Billy was listening to Tschovsky's "1812 Overture" in the next room at - you guessed it - max volume. No lyrics here ment no a crapella this
time around. Alright!
3. A relative of mine wanted to see
Billy Graham at the stadium and asked me to go with him. I said OK. We went on a Wednesday night. I wished we could've gone the next evening but he didn't have the
time off. So instead of seeing Johnny and June Carter Cash as the musical guests we had stomach this wimpymilquetoast a crapella group called 4HIM. Too pedestrian, too "adult contemporary", too "clean", just plain nauseating. Yeeeccchhh.
4. Huey Lewis and the News sometimes do do-wop and all 3 times I've seen them live they've done an a capella number or two. Take 6 is a good harmony group also. No a crapella here.