CD collection

I was just in the house of the finest fiddler in Ireland.

He played me some bizarre C&W sean-nós album on which he played the bouzouki. When he went to make some tea I took a look at his CD collection.

Guess what! Here's a secret...

(It was really, really bad)

I saw a Shania Twain and an Eva Cassidy and, at that, I looked no more for fear of what I might find.

I left as grateful as I've ever been that I'm utterly devoid of musical talent.