Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Whole lotta love, karaoke-style

My Uncle Plank, became extremely animated this weekend. At my mother’s he asked if she would set up the karaoke. BTW, ‘karaoke’s’ true translation is ‘device to torment offspring with’. It is an especially effective tool when used in conjunction with Mandarin Opera.

For the next 45 minutes, he serenaded us with Beatles medleys. There are some songs that should not be karaoke’d. This includes ‘Across the Universe’ and ‘Maxwell’s Silver Hammer’.

As if he heard my comment an hour earlier about how men should not sing an entire song in falsetto (I’m talking to you, John Ondrasik) he puts on the one band I give exception to, The Bee Gees.

Which leads to my all time rule for karaoke;

If it takes a kick to the crotch to sing it, skip it.

Ladies, this includes Christina Aguilera and Mariah Carey insane window shattering high notes.