last friday we went to karaoke. i don’t think it’s a secret that i love karaoke.
there’s something about watching people perform their favourite song in front of strangers that i find compelling.
though, i’m not terribly fond of people who can actually sing and do karaoke, especially if they’re involved in singing outside of karaoke. that’s just showing off. THERE ARE PLACES FOR PEOPLE WHO CAN SING. a karaoke joint is not one of them.
sorry, my vocal gymnastically inclined friends. you know it’s true.
karaoke is for people who can’t sing. it’s where people who have an inner performer go to show a little bit of what they wish they could be.
anyhow. enough of my opinion on karaoke that no one asked for.
karaoke! in germany! so many english songs! not surprising, i guess, but i was still a little surprised. worked in my favour, however, because i got to pick all my favourites!
DON’T YOU WANT ME, BAAABBYYYY?
DON’T YOU WANT ME, OOOHHHHHH!
i think i do need to learn at least on german song. the crowd was understandably much more into singing along when someone sang a german song, none of which i’d heard of. goal for next time!
all karaoke joints look the same. strangely flattering neon lights. cheesy disco ball, unsymmetrically placed where they could find any kind of support in the drop ceiling. dollar store decorations to create a festive atmosphere.
looking back in my phone, i see that i also texted a play-by-play of my night to my vancouver karaoke soulmate.here are some highlights:
“ugh. duet of robbie williams’ angels. IN HARMONY. WTF”
“ooooo hoobastank. popular worldwide.”
“someone whipped out a lighter. this dude’s emoting hardcore. he deserves it,”
“ugh. slow songs. nope. PAAAASSSS. she was a good singer but still. okay. i’m jealous” (obviously why i dislike people who can sing at karaoke)
“just sang love shack. singing as two ppl is hard. i’m tired.”
gosh, i love karaoke.