This weekend, Amynah and I were invited to a crêpe party. The crêpes - miniature pancakes cooked on a special hotplate in the middle of the dining table, and garnished with cheese, quail’s eggs, meats and what-have-you – were not new to us. However, the after-dinner entertainment was a novelty for us – “Sing Star,” a karaoke videogame.
I’d only sung once before in public, an experience that terminated with the audience pelting me with eggs. No joke. So I wasn’t looking forward to attempting it en Français. Amynah claims to never have sung before in public ever.
Fortunately (or unfortunately, as the case may be), our hosts had many songs available, many of which were in English. The format pits one singer against the other, with the game measuring your performance and pitch.
I ended up singing about half a dozen times. I apparently cannot manage Barry White nor Louis Armstrong. On the other hand I did fairly well with Sympathy for the Devil, though Amynah channeled her inner-redneck to kick my butt on Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Sweet Home Alabama.”
I did however triumph with Black Sabbath’s “Paranoia” (I'm pretty sure because I was able to read the lyrics more quickly than my competitor). I then utterly trashed whatever metalhead credibility I had accrued by blowing them away with a heartfelt rendition of… well, I can’t even bring myself to type it…
2 comments:
I think you haven't learned the difference between getting positive attention--say, through an article on mammoth hamsters-- and getting negative attention.
I've never been so moved by the singing of a white man. Soft Rock on, Mr. Reynolds!
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