I was gonna post a long essay about my childhood singing history. I re-read it and- who cares?
Long story short (and it still isn't really), Sunday is Karaoke night at the all-inclusive resort I've just been on holiday to. On the first Saturday I completely overdid it on the inclusive booze and finished the night by falling up some stairs and smashing myself up. On the Sunday I finally got out of bed just in time for dinner. The entertainment laid on by the resort for that evening was Karaoke. During dinner my wife's cousin suggested that we do a duo on Live And Let Die. Feeling absolutely screwed, and still drunk from the night before I took him at face value.
The standard of Karaoke once we'd finished dinner was pretty execrable. Despite not having sung in public for 15 years I was sure I could do better. Even though my wife's cousin quickly bottled out I, through a mixture of residual drunkeness, misplaced confidence and desire for public humiliation signed up to do Live And Let Die without even considering whether it was actually a suitable song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JK2hKzZss5Y
Turns out that, TBH, it isn't.Without the fireworks, it comprises three bursts of vocals, with very long musical interludes inbetween, during which you can either dance like a rubbishrubbishrubbishrubbish or stand still like a lemon. The second break is so long that after 50s I thought I was done and chucked the microphone back just as the final chorus started. I then quickly snatched it back and finished the song.
Result: massive cheer from the bar.
So the next Sunday I thought I'd actually do a song I knew, and knew I could sing from start to finish. I chose Does Your Mother Know by Abba. And as I'm up on stage preparing to belt it out, the backing music comes on- the backing music to Take A Chance On Me. Now that's my all time favourite Abba song, and in all honesty my falsetto is probably sweeter than my tenor, but I'm not a drag queen and it wasn't going to happen. I shut the MC down and went away with the book to choose another song.
When I saw Birdhouse In Your Soul by They Might Be Giants I was straight up there. I've been singing that song to myself since I was 15 and I truly love it. So I jumped up and introduced it with "I hope we've got some fans of the pretentious college rock here".
Trouble is that when I sing I sound like myself- a South East Londoner. The They Might Be Giants singer sounds like himself- a nasal New Englander. So I got up and nailed the song in my best nasal singing voice- lapsed into SE London accent a few times, but I didn't miss a note or a word, I was on a massive high when I finished. And I got the most perfunctory round of applause you've ever heard. I sat down and then the rest of our holiday group asked me "what the hell was that song you sung?". They'd never heard it before, and I daresay neither had anyone else of the 200-odd people round the bar. The session ended before I had a chance to redeem myself- probably for the best, for through sheer conceit I was considering doing Since You Been Gone. That would have been a real embarrassment.
But anyway, I'm hooked now. Anyone else a karaoke fiend? And if you are, can you actually sing?