Kinda like the great musican who had the choice of marrying a homely but immensely talented soprano — or the beautiful woman with a tin ear and a voice like a crow.
Art won out and he married the soprano.
The first morning after the wedding night, he rolled over and saw his new bride as the sunlight gently bathed her visage.
He leaning over, reached out his hand to caress her cheek...and shouted: “For God’s sake...sing something!”