Crooning together, like good friends should
I'm turning into a karaoke fan.
Before this year I'd been out for a night of booze-fueled warbling exactly twice. I was into it to a point, but since both events were work outings I was very inhibited. If you share a cubicle with someone, you really don't need to think that every time you ask for him to pass the stapler he'll think of that time he saw you keening like Judge Doom with your tie around your head.
Over the last two months, however, I've been out for karaoke three times, and the experience gets better each time. I don't even need to drink too much; if someone hands me a mike I'll try to sing along to anything, from "Toxic" to "She Caught the Katy" to anything in between. And that willingness was tested the other night, when we went to a place with a really strange playlist. The kind that has four songs by Kelis, and "My Milkshake" isn't one of them.
I was scanning the songbook arranged by artist, and toward the end of the B's I saw something I didn't expect: Bob the Builder. After a cartoonish double-take I took another look, and it was still there. So I scanned over to the song column, and there it was, plain as day: "Can We Fix It?"
I'm not sure which is more disturbing: That I chose to sing the song, or that I already knew all the words.
Yeah, but did you rock it like this guy?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KX6W4SAbcZI&mode=related&search=
Posted by:Robin in San Jose | May 14, 2007 at 16:35
They knew you were coming! Too bad you couldn't do a father/son duet.
Posted by:E | May 14, 2007 at 16:42
If they had Higglytown Heroes, I could have done that one.
Posted by:Hygiene Dad | May 14, 2007 at 22:12
Our Vietnamese neighbours have BIG karaoke events at home, where they invite all their friends over and sing all night.
If you haven't heard McArthur Park sung (slowly) in Vietnamese, well, you haven't really lived.
Posted by:shula | May 14, 2007 at 23:41
Next time the wife and I go out for karaoke, we'll give you a call. We rent out these private rooms hidden in K-town and rock the mic all night long (or at least until the babystiter calls us and askes when the heck we're coming back home!)
Posted by:MetroDad | May 15, 2007 at 09:24
I sing that song in my sleep. Frightening.
Posted by:nell | May 15, 2007 at 11:51
That's a low. Another random low is humming the melody to "He's A Super Duper Pooper" while filing office paperwork.
Posted by:BOSSY | May 15, 2007 at 12:10
Hey, it was only a dream. I promise.
Badway
Posted by:Nick Badway | May 15, 2007 at 12:24
YES!! Bob the Builder is awesome. I remember being at karaoke once and having to wait an inordinately long time on stage for my song to start. Why? I'd chosen "Old McDonald" and they had to take the plastic wrapper off the cd!
Posted by:Laylabean | May 15, 2007 at 20:49
I have now switched “vanilla ice ice Baby, to Bob the Builder - Yes we can!” as the stuck-in-my-head jingle.
Thanks.
de de de diggi dang dang
Posted by:Stephanie | May 16, 2007 at 01:19
As the father of only girls I would have moved on the the D's and perhaps chosen "I'm The Map!"
Beuno.
Posted by:Pete Dunn | May 17, 2007 at 19:56