Without meaning to look down on people who enjoy a night out drinking and sabotaging popular songs, it must be said that, while so many bands in America these days sound alike, the
other side of originality in the world of musical creativity really has to be the
domain of karaoke. And you can bet your bottom dollar it is encouraged by the forces that strive to wreck our culture.
“People ridiculed and lambasted George Michael at the time
for being a peddler of fake sentiments but, Jesus Christ, he was about 27
billion times more talented than the auto-cue-reading karaoke merchants that we
have to put p with today.” – Paul Lester, Deputy Editor of Uncut Magazine (Britain’s Favourite Break Up Songs, Channel
5, February 2006).
After making £13 million from the sale of lastminute.com
which she co-founded in 1998, Martha Lane-Fox invested in a chain of
upmarket karaoke clubs called Lucky Voice, reports Rob Lyons (Metro, 5 July 2005, p.16). He says that
she and her business partner spent six hours a day singing in Tokyo bars for
research purposes. Lane-Fox was educated at Oxford University by the way.
Apparently, she has since worked for working for both Gordon Brown and David Cameron as some kind of ‘digital champion’ and has now joined the board of Twitter. So much for the late 90s dot com boom!
Apparently, she has since worked for working for both Gordon Brown and David Cameron as some kind of ‘digital champion’ and has now joined the board of Twitter. So much for the late 90s dot com boom!
End Awful Karaoke Now!
By Mark DeCarlo, 30 April 2014
Everywhere I go, I’m assaulted.
Clueless warblers sharfing (“Shitting + Barfing”) all over my favorite songs.
It used to be, live musicians would ply their craft in bars, lounges and joints from coast to coast, jamming all night long, collecting a small salary while satisfied listeners filled up tip jars.
Audience members watched in wide eyed wonder as wannabe rock stars tore through music that made their hearts soar and feet do the boogie. And actually sounded... like MUSIC.
Then some club owner figured out that much money could be saved by replacing human musicians with a machine from Japan, and adding drunk patrons who fantasize that they, too, can sing.
Well, guess what, patrons — you can’t.
In fact, you suck. You’re flat, you’re stiff.
You’re screaming, not singing. Its not funny. Its not musical. Its painful, and we’ve had enough.
I’ve had enough.
How can you miss the look of disgust on our faces?
How can you bleat your way through “songs” while we’re jeering back at you.
Yes, we’re laughing AT you, not with you.
And we’re right.
You KNOW who you are. Consider yourselves warned.
Warn us at #awfulkaraoke
No comments:
Post a Comment