So during one of our setbreaks last night, Busty and I stroll downstairs to the karaoke bar to down another beer in peace. What we walk in on is a guy, about 5'6", 250lbs, cargo shorts and sandals, butchering Lenny Kravitz's already butchered version of American Woman. Bad, bad, bad. Like, look across the bar at a stranger, share a conspiratorial head shake bad. Then the bartender Nick comes over and says "Get this - the dude up there singing came in like an hour ago, asking what time karaoke started. I said 'soon,' and he said 'good, I can't wait. Ya never know when a big-time Rock producer is gonna be here looking for a new singer for a band' and was apparently 100% serious, judging by his white-knuckled grip on that microphone.

There were, and always are, no more than 7 or 8 people down there. None of them is, or ever will be, a "big rock producer." And if they somehow were, they're not going to put this poor guy in a band... bless his heart he was absolutely terrible. Busty looks at me and says "if you don't post that I'll kill you." But I remained unconvinced. Then Busty says "oh shit - his sleeve is cut off on the arm he's got a tatoo on!" And sure enough, homeboy had cut the right sleeve off his shirt to show off his killer tat, but left the left sleeve intact. "Fuck. Now I have to post it."

<--- has sung "Winona's Big Brown Beaver" at karaoke in two different countries. EDIT: The second performance was preceded by Cypress Hill's "Insane in the Membrane," which is featured in a film student's documentary.

I sang "Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da" with backing vocals from about 10 cousins and my brothers and niece a month ago. I received a recording contract about 5 seconds after the song finished.

...see, that's what he's looking for.

I was having flashbacks to The Cosmic Shame by Tenacious D, where they first encourage you to quit your job and persue your passion, and then they come back to check up on you and tell you regrettably that you in fact suck and should never have quit.

Sang "My name is Mud" at karaoke and had everybody play drums on the table.

So he came in all by himself, huh?

PIX PLS, K? THX.

I mean, you can't make this shit up....did you check for the tell tale signs of a gold beard?

He did. At first, I thought there were 2 people on stage by the way he was standing to one side, but then he walked off alone and sat down, and was there still when we came back down an hour later. "A" for Dedication, "D+" for ability, unfortunately. Seemed happy enough, in a serious way.

I was unable to capture any imagery...it's dark as hell down there, and my attempts to get pics of Governor Doyle that time failed for the same reason. And this guy was straight as an arrow... all business. It was very, very very much like American Idol during the weeding out episodes, where every contestant KNOWS they're the one, and why doesn't everyone else see it yet?

Please tell me it was a Tasmanian Devil tattoo.

I've only karaoked two songs. "Beth" and "Behind Blue Eyes" which involved throwing the mic stand and kicking over a monitor before jumping off a chair.

Uhhhh, I don't recall what the tat was of. I don't think I got a clear shot of it. Busty may be able to fill in that blank if he wasn't drunk yet.

The oddest karaoke I've ever seen was at an open mic. An old dude, about 65-70 years old, (kind of looked like the sea captain from the simpson) got up and sang Me and Bobby McGee in a Donald Duck voice. Needless to say, it got quite a response.

i hate those serious karaoke idiots...

i step up to the mic from time to time - i remember singing Radio, Radio, The Weight, and Girl You Know It's True (duet) recently.

"Bohemian Rhapsody" is a karaoke showstoppah.



np: Manic Hispanic, "Rudy Cholo"

dammit I can't find that pic of Keef to make the above relevant...

I got it, Cap..you have TOO MUCH TIME ON YOUR HANDS!!

Au contraire... too little. I could use a friggin helper big-time. But if I don't do something else every few hours I'd go nuts. Got half the wall over the sink tiled! And I'm playing some disc by the Wrens that I got my hands on... hope it's not the one everybody's got such a boner over, because it's not real good so far.

The last time I sang Karaoke it was to Alice In Chains' Man In The Box.

Everyone came outside to see what all the yelling was about. Afterwards my brother in law grinned, patted me on the back and said, "Satan!" then walked away.

Never karaoked myself. Cap'n that's funny without reference pic.

Primus rocks.