After my cover of “Juicebox” by The Strokes, I felt a renewed spark within me. The thrill of making music, of feeling the power of my voice and the energy it conveyed, had reignited a fire inside me that had been dormant for far too long. I knew I had to ride this wave of inspiration, to let it carry me further into the world of music and creation that I once called home. The next day, I found myself sitting in the empty warehouse, the silence around me only punctuated by the hum of my computer as I scrolled through videos of Jack Black’s acoustic performances. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him perform a parody of Xtreme’s “More Than Words” with Jimmy Fallon. Their comedic take on the song was infectious, and I laughed along with them. As the video ended, I decided to listen to the original song, the nostalgia washing over me as the soft, haunting melody filled the air. I played it over and over, letting the music seep into my soul, rekindling memories of a time when life was simpler and the weight of the world hadn’t yet left its mark upon me. Intrigued and captivated by the song, I decided to look it up on Smule. To my surprise, I found the instrumental version and, without giving it much thought, figured I’d give it a shot. I told myself this recording would remain private – just a little project to see if I could pull it off. As the workday came to an end, I felt a familiar tingle of excitement in my gut, mixed with the warmth of the beer I had consumed earlier. As I began to sing, I could feel the raw emotion of the song coursing through me, and I poured my heart and soul into every note. The vulnerability in my voice surprised me, but I embraced it, letting it carry me through the song. When the final note faded away, I hesitated momentarily, unsure whether I had managed to do the song justice. But as I listened back to the recording, I found myself pleasantly surprised by the result. It was rough around the edges, but there was sincerity and depth to my voice that I hadn’t heard in years.
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