I actually went to karaoke the other night. This is not something that I usually do. And I never sing. When I drank, I did occasionally stagger onto the stage. It always ended badly. Usually with me and the the DJ in a punch up. That should tell you something. What sort of man picks fights with karaoke DJs after singing Spice Girls songs?
Anyway, here’s some pics from that evening.
Funny enough, they did play some decent songs. I never hear tolerable music when I go out. It’s always just some awful fucking crap. But some girl sang “Crimson and Clover” by Tommy James and the Shondells and a Japanese Cowboy (what would Karaoke be without a Japanese Cowboy) sang “Wicked Game.”
That’s a pretty song and I always liked it. But, until reading the words on the screen, I had no idea what Mr. Isaak was saying. Can’t say I really cared either.
If someone had of just sang “Closing Time” I would have been in spooky, black and white, hardened alcoholic heaven. And if someone had of sang “Mary” –one of the most depressing songs I’ve ever heard — I would have been perfectly, happily miserable.
But I suffered from a more acute and disturbing misery when a young lady took to the stage to give her rendition of Eminem’s “Lose Yourself.” Although I actually liked The Slim Shady LP, this chap was always overrated. For my money, when I feel like listening to this sort of thing, I’m putting on Ol’ Dirty Bastard. That’s just how I roll.
Yet there was a time when Mr. Mathers was kind of funny. Kind of.
Then he went and turned into a woman. Or something. I’m not really sure what happened to him but I’m pretty sure that he turned into a woman.
Seeing a young lady screaming along to this song, well, it’s a bit upsetting. (It also proves that rap does indeed require talent.) She was quite passionate about the whole thing. I suppose that she doesn’t like her job and only has one chance to blow or something. Because opportunity only knocks once in a lifetime. Yo. Anyway, it was enough to convince me to put my finger gun to my temple.
