That has to go on my list:

[azurelunatic]

Must be able to sing with any potential lifemate. Not necessarily beautiful singing, but I must not shudder and cringe when they sing, and they must not shudder and cringe when I sing, and neither of us must be intimidated into silence by the other's singing.

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[amberfox.livejournal.com]

*nod* That one's on my list of highly-desirable traits. I'll live without it for someone otherwise almost perfect, but I'll miss it a lot. =(

[azurelunatic]

Right now I'm living almost without my favorite band for the sake of someone excellent. Evidently R.E.M. is depressing to some people.

[iroshi.livejournal.com]

Heh. I used to desperately want someone who could sing to me. I love the singing voice, I really do. And yet, both of my husbands have been bad singers. Well, Chris *can* sing, if he tries, and his voice is lovely, but not good. (Mark I would forcibly stop from singing, can't keep a tune in a bucket, and NO sense of rhythm! *giggle*) But...I don't miss it so much. Chris plays for me, and I've found it entirely makes up for not singing... *sigh* It was such a joy to play with him, those two weeks...and that's what drive me at that drumset, you know. The idea of playing with him again.

[azurelunatic]

With mine, his voice is beautiful but his singing is mostly bad... but that he lets me hear him sing at all is worth all that. Singing *with* him is better. (And LJ & Yahoo between them have been eating my comment e-mails.)

[azurelunatic]

Yep, playing with them is always fun. That's one of the things about my family that I was always vaguely discontent with... everyone but me played an instrument. My sister hated my singing.

[azurelunatic]

(Finally got the comment mail, so there may be some hope.)