Singers

Singers I wanted to be a singer of popular tunes, but I didn’t have The voice for it, sounded like humpback a whale’s mating call it was said; how would they know I swam with whales along the coast of Alaska in my younger days, only gave it up when a flipper was damaged by a propeller A school friend became a singer made money travelling around fairs singing what was in the wind at the time. He also sang in noisy restaurant with heavy Norwegian accent and students laughed at him, they were learned people and would in time become lawyers and doctors. My school friend when visiting our common hometown is interviewed and he talks about the old days, anecdotes I think it is called. I can sing like whales their mysterious sounds I master, but can’t use it night clubs are for dancing the mating stuff comes later. I once met an English pop star, who looked like a Peter Pan slightly frayed at the edges, he even had a vine-yard, he was much loved by the expats till there was a hint of a scandal of the unsavoury kind. Nothing has been said, but time is more morally unforgiving now, so he went to live in Jamaica.