last night i went to a karaoke night at the electrcity showrooms, organized by richard, the genius inventor of boombox. as an experienced member of the international karaoke-scene i signed up for a song the minute i walked in. while i did have fairly good fun, i have to admit, 90% of everyone else did not seem to have much of the same. maybe ubercool shoreditch needs a few lessons on how to let go and be ridiculous for once.
while i remained unimpressed by most other people's standing around like statues of ice, i did get a bit annoyed at the attitude of the hostess who had the nerve to criticise my rap skills on salt 'n pepa's lets talk about sex.
reality check nr.1: german white girls who sing karaoke can, as a rule, never rap.
reality check nr. 2: it's karaoke. come on!
either way, it's not something that psychotherapy couldn't fix and i'm happy there is a karaoke night on in east london these days. i hope y'all will hop over and perform your worst interpretation of i believe i can fly.
below is a picture of the only guy who could actually sing that night.