Linus Larsson: The last juletrösten is to know how crappy it is

In the mid-1990s robbed two banks in Pittsburgh in a short time. Crimes were resolved quickly. Surveillance cameras had caught the robber's face clearly and could soon be a 45-year-old arrested for the crime.

"But I used the lemon juice," the man said, astonished, to the equally astonished policeman who caught him.

Then explained to the man his plan: He had heard that lemon juice worked as a osynlighetsbläck. And it does, of course, when you write with it and hold the paper over a flame to make the text visible. However, you won't be invisible by rubbing it in the face. It was the man's idea to protect his identity. He should have tested it with a polaroid camera and when he saw himself in the pictures so was he from that it worked. He must have directed his testkamera in the wrong direction, for övervakningsbilderna showed him clearly.

Not for a second, I would like to solka the pure joy of straight from the heart line up in praise for the feast,

with the eyes for the lemon juice burned so in her eyes, told an investigator for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.

Citronrånaren usually brought up as examples of the so-called Dunning–Kruger-effect. It is the phenomenon that makes the one who is really, really stupid is too stupid to understand that the hen is ... well, stupid. Had the robber been just a tad klipskare so perhaps it had not been enough to understand what the lemon juice in the face achieves, but possibly to tone down the feeling that he was klipskare than the entire judiciary. The most stupid do not know how stupid they are.

So here in the christmas time I think of the unfortunate robber, Dunning-Kruger-effect, and on vocals. It is the feast of Luciasång, for hobbykörer, for the Swedish church to occupy the central in a sing-along where everyone is welcome. It is wonderfully inclusive, of course. Not for a second, I would like to solka the pure joy of straight from the heart sing the song of praise of the feast and all it stands for. Of course not. Thus, really. But we cannot overlook the fact that there is a song as the Dunning-Kruger-effect.

There is a group with an accuracy that corresponds to the Pittsburghrånarens intelligence, but also with a self-awareness that matches his. They tend to look forward so, where on the first Sunday of advent. Oombett they hang with in luciaklassiker. Directs his song toward the children too small to defend themselves. Connect to a julkör and haunt the innocent. Slowly increasing his terrornivå until the roar of ”O holy night” to carelessly built chest high Spotifyvolym while the tablecloths christmas table. And they don't know how they sound. For those with the worst hearing have such bad hearing they do not hear his ear.

the golden range which is lousy, but not so bad that you miss his own viciousness. You can hear every false note, taking in the feeling of inability when even the vocal chords collapses under the requirements. Know physically how to not enough. In confidence that you can't sing, there is this one thing to rejoice at: I am not so bad that I do not understand I am bad. I'm better at singing than the robber was thinking. Surely there is something?

We know that we cannot sing, we are on safe ground. But you who see you as a capable singer, and ”you've sung a part in the running huh” – you expose yourself to a terrible risk. Perhaps you are really ok. You might even be good. But you would never know it if you just have smetat lemon juice in your face and not understand what is so wrong with it.