In a while, I'm going out with Sabs and Burger Time, lady-style. We're going to some Britpop night that involves dancing and karaoke. Sabs is an excellent singer (which is why she'll have to lead in our band) but I have a cowardly habit of choosing songs to purposely sing poorly. Burger may or may not be a good singer, but here's a glimpse of our duet from a while back:
I often feel like a giant klutz when karaoke-ing, because I really want to be good at it. I used to be a soprano in choir (until we were forced to do a Wilson Phillips medley, which threatened my indie cred) and I love to sing in the shower. But you get me in front of a crowd, and my voice turns terrible. I'd rather have people laugh at me on purpose, you know? So if you're out and about, SF, and you hear something like a pubescent toad belting out "This Charming Man," you'll know who to thank.
I often feel like a giant klutz when karaoke-ing, because I really want to be good at it. I used to be a soprano in choir (until we were forced to do a Wilson Phillips medley, which threatened my indie cred) and I love to sing in the shower. But you get me in front of a crowd, and my voice turns terrible. I'd rather have people laugh at me on purpose, you know? So if you're out and about, SF, and you hear something like a pubescent toad belting out "This Charming Man," you'll know who to thank.
Labels: morrissey, regression to adolescence
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