| sir_quirky_k ( @ 2007-10-25 23:59:00 |
Karaoke report, October 25 2007, featuring the Eight Simple Rules
The usual Thursday night 'spectacular'.
I came early, sung early, left to get some snacks from the Co-Op cheaper than the bar sold them, then returned, and sung rather a lot later. In this gap, I produced the Eight Simple Rules of karaoke:
1. As n (the number of people on stage) tends to infinity, P (disastrous performance) tends rapidly to 1. Usually, by n=10, P can usefully be approximated to 1.
2. Any male singer, solo or otherwise, will make an attempt at falsetto embarassing enough to make you realise where Gemma was coming from.
3. Nobody ever realises the wide range of songs by Queen, Bon Jovi or ABBA. Or just about any classic rock, come to that.
4. Females singing awful power ballads will be overapplauded dramatically.
5. So will just about anyone else, especially if vaguely in tune or very popular for some separate reason.
6. Nobody ever realises that male-sung pop tends towards the tenor range, and female-sung pop tends towards the alto range. The former is more embarrassing a mistake to make; see also 2.
7. There will always be a song specific to a given venue that is slaughtered on a regular basis. (At this one, it's You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin', adopted as a sports team anthem for no adequately explored reason.)
8. The act of analysing karaoke is inherently amusing.
Not five minutes after I finished writing this came about the most impressive challenge to Rule 1 possible. It was only the bloody chamber choir that tried to perform as a collective entity! Their rendition of Summer Nights was bizarre, compelling, and just about distinguishable from disastrous. It was still far worse - I would fervently hope - than any of their properly planned performances. Oh, and the missing link was a certain C. Allinson who nearly tempted me into a classical training pigeonhole that would not have suited me, for he was that good.
Either side of that came my performances. The early song choice was Breakaway, that massively underrated modern classic; didn't perform it as well as I'd like, but nobody in this audience was in any position to care.
Later performance was It's Oh So Quiet. What on earth possessed me of all people to try this? Whatever it was, I'm grateful for it, because it worked exceedingly well. Crawling around the stage, then leaping like a lunatic at the appropriate moments... this was an enjoyable one to properly perform. Not completely sure all the dynamic changes worked, but they were sure fun to play with. Actually, the dynamic changes worked well, but I am not particularly adept at half-singing, half-screaming - something that particular song requires.
Still, great fun. That one's on my list of Songs To Sing Again At Some Point. Next week: possibly Wind Beneath My Wings, along with one other. But tomorrow, another karaoke night at another venue! And with a bigger song list there (I'd hope and expect), that'll lead to some interesting choices...
The usual Thursday night 'spectacular'.
I came early, sung early, left to get some snacks from the Co-Op cheaper than the bar sold them, then returned, and sung rather a lot later. In this gap, I produced the Eight Simple Rules of karaoke:
1. As n (the number of people on stage) tends to infinity, P (disastrous performance) tends rapidly to 1. Usually, by n=10, P can usefully be approximated to 1.
2. Any male singer, solo or otherwise, will make an attempt at falsetto embarassing enough to make you realise where Gemma was coming from.
3. Nobody ever realises the wide range of songs by Queen, Bon Jovi or ABBA. Or just about any classic rock, come to that.
4. Females singing awful power ballads will be overapplauded dramatically.
5. So will just about anyone else, especially if vaguely in tune or very popular for some separate reason.
6. Nobody ever realises that male-sung pop tends towards the tenor range, and female-sung pop tends towards the alto range. The former is more embarrassing a mistake to make; see also 2.
7. There will always be a song specific to a given venue that is slaughtered on a regular basis. (At this one, it's You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin', adopted as a sports team anthem for no adequately explored reason.)
8. The act of analysing karaoke is inherently amusing.
Not five minutes after I finished writing this came about the most impressive challenge to Rule 1 possible. It was only the bloody chamber choir that tried to perform as a collective entity! Their rendition of Summer Nights was bizarre, compelling, and just about distinguishable from disastrous. It was still far worse - I would fervently hope - than any of their properly planned performances. Oh, and the missing link was a certain C. Allinson who nearly tempted me into a classical training pigeonhole that would not have suited me, for he was that good.
Either side of that came my performances. The early song choice was Breakaway, that massively underrated modern classic; didn't perform it as well as I'd like, but nobody in this audience was in any position to care.
Later performance was It's Oh So Quiet. What on earth possessed me of all people to try this? Whatever it was, I'm grateful for it, because it worked exceedingly well. Crawling around the stage, then leaping like a lunatic at the appropriate moments... this was an enjoyable one to properly perform. Not completely sure all the dynamic changes worked, but they were sure fun to play with. Actually, the dynamic changes worked well, but I am not particularly adept at half-singing, half-screaming - something that particular song requires.
Still, great fun. That one's on my list of Songs To Sing Again At Some Point. Next week: possibly Wind Beneath My Wings, along with one other. But tomorrow, another karaoke night at another venue! And with a bigger song list there (I'd hope and expect), that'll lead to some interesting choices...
