I want to sound like the Moldy Peaches.

Despite the fact that my skills as a singer stretch only as far my ability to stay on pitch, it is still my secret dream to share my musical vision with the world.

I like writing, I like writing songs. It's like novels, but shorter. It's like poetry, but with a tune.

So I spend a good chunk of my time writing these songs, and they would all be perfect for the perfect sort of voice, but that perfect sort of voice isn't mine.

My voice isn't brassy and belty, or melodious and smooth. I sing my songs and they don't sound right.

Also I can't play an instrument. And I'm not yet skilled enough to gracefully compose the intricacies of acappella.

So this is my pickle.

But I started writing a song last night. And I sang it. And it sounded pretty good.

So I have been spending my time perfecting the art of acoustic, alternative, cutesy, speak-singing, for that is the perfect voice for the perfect little version of my song that's currently swirling around in my head.

But the only problem is I need a man (as we all do some times).

I want to sound like the Moldy Peaches.

So this is my little dream, one that I decided to write a little self-involved blog post about.

That is all.