Every once in a while, a talent comes along that’s undeniable—that the world can’t look away from.
Without a doubt, you are absolutely not that talent.
I only wish I could erase tonight’s set from my brain. For most of the notes you “hit,” you couldn’t decide on a single pitch. Your drummer was on time less than a Southwest flight. Your guitarist couldn’t find the rhythm if it flashed him in an alley. My pre-verbal niece’s scribblings are superior to your lyrics. Trying anything else would be a boon to humanity.
What I’m saying is, you’re not very good.