So last weekend, after several glasses of wine, it was decided that it was Singstar time.
Now I'll set my stall out early by saying I'm a better rapper than I am a singer, and I'm frankly not a very good rapper. Yet despite this, after several drinks I seem to think I'm Freddie Mercury reincarnated. Without all the drugs and gay sex...well only on weekends.
My problem is that I sing off key (which is pretty much the problem for all bad singers, right?) Normally, if I decide to do Karaoke I can get away with it somewhat by singing loudly with confidence, almost tricking people into thinking I have a better voice than I do. However, there's no tricking Singstar. Stupid machine.
Hence my friends were treated to my William Shatner version of "Walking in Memphis". Spoken word is the way forward.
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