OK karaoke
Kill me now. There’s a girl painting her nails in the chairs at the end of the hall outside my office. What the hell?
OK, I’ll admit it. I’m a little bit on the crankyside today. There was karaoke last night for a good reason although all the people could really sing, and I didn’t get that.. I mean, the point of karaoke is supposed to be all about sucking rocks but rocking anyway, no matter how flat and nasal your voice sounds. This would be why we sing karaoke in bars, not work — because you’re supposed to be terrible. Last night there was a woman who sang a song from Chicago and she sounded (and looked) like she’d just finished performing in the Broadway play. That’s no good. No one can get up after that and sing, unless they’re also really good and — of course — there were some of those people there. As Chris put it, it was Juilliard night or something (and one girl who rocked out even sang Fame — whatever happened to drunk giggly girls singing off key versions of summer lovin’? Not serious soul sisters r&b’ing Chaka Khan better than the goddess herself. That ain’t right).
Just give me my drink specials cheap, my bar full of professionals drinking to forget about work tomorrow, and my karaoke singers terrible and not caring a bit. Cause that’s what it’s all about.
November 11th, 2006 at 8:36 pm
You should try hanging out in black kareoke bars. Talk about intimidating. All the women sound like Aretha Franklin. But once my girlfriends and I did a very drunk “Rolling on the River.” We were off key, out of step and a huge sensation. Got a lot of free grey goose out of it and a few dates with a really cute cop. Definitly worth the indignity…