When I saw it was going to be Baptiste, I watched my wife—big fan of his. Three notes in, she winced and cringed, and said, “ Oh, but I love Jean Batiste… how could he do something so bad?!?
Yeah, it sucked dirty dead doggie d!@$s.
And he went a little flat on the final note. I wonder if that was nerves?
People should just sing it straight. That’s one song that should not be about the singer; it’s all about the song.