Single Jew Who Does Not Care
Dry spell
Drinking Games in Maine
Coming to Peace with Oneself
It only takes one
Sherifa
Get Out of My Way
Scratching my head and saying “Huh?”
Complaint choirs attract participants and adherents from all sectors. So why not us? Senior women looking to date senior men have grumbles enough for several songbooks, even a full-scale opera. If we get together now, we’ll be in the vanguard, because so far, these groups are regional. Ours would be hormonal.
Regional quirks are part of the fun attached to complaint choirs. The Helsinki choir sings about saunas, deforestation (“we’re cutting down old trees to make toilet paper – and then you can never find the stuff when you need it”), also ringtones (Nokia’s their national treasure). Philadelphia’s crew asserts that “New Jersey drivers can’t drive or park.” Chicago’s jazzy group is wary of drunken Cubs fans and cries that “obese urban monster squirrels decimate my backyard tomato crop.” Jerusalem’s choir sings of Israel’s agriculture and its devotion to high tech – “Bananas are never at the right stage of ripeness,” and “I work for the computer instead of it working for me.”
TUNES, NOT TRAUMA
Dry spell
Drinking Games in Maine
Coming to Peace with Oneself
It only takes one
Sherifa
Get Out of My Way
Scratching my head and saying “Huh?”
Complaint choirs attract participants and adherents from all sectors. So why not us? Senior women looking to date senior men have grumbles enough for several songbooks, even a full-scale opera. If we get together now, we’ll be in the vanguard, because so far, these groups are regional. Ours would be hormonal.
Regional quirks are part of the fun attached to complaint choirs. The Helsinki choir sings about saunas, deforestation (“we’re cutting down old trees to make toilet paper – and then you can never find the stuff when you need it”), also ringtones (Nokia’s their national treasure). Philadelphia’s crew asserts that “New Jersey drivers can’t drive or park.” Chicago’s jazzy group is wary of drunken Cubs fans and cries that “obese urban monster squirrels decimate my backyard tomato crop.” Jerusalem’s choir sings of Israel’s agriculture and its devotion to high tech – “Bananas are never at the right stage of ripeness,” and “I work for the computer instead of it working for me.”
TUNES, NOT TRAUMA