You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
Bad Karaoke..
It’s like bad crack for the ears.
It’s like wiskey flavored cough syrup.
It’s a tandem parachute jump with a fat man who sweats a lot.
What do I consider bad?
Karaoke that makes you wince is bad.
Karaoke that makes your ears bleed is bad.
Karaoke that gets you killed? Now that is crazy bad.
DATELINE: Shingletown,Ca.
A man in this Northern California town reportedly shot his 50 year old son because the man didn’t like the way he sang karaoke.
Really?
Johnny Cash shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.
I can live with that. But bad karaoke?
Thankfully the son didn’t die and the shooter is now charged with attempted murder.
But it makes you wonder. Was it his voice? Did it sound like nails on a chalkboard? Was it harsh like chewing broken glass?
Perhaps it was the song he chose.
All my rowdy friends by Hank Williams Jr. has made me want to shoot stuff before. In fact, we broke all the furniture in our college apartment and stacked it in an upholstered pyramid in the middle of the living room to that song. But I digress….
Imagine if you could shoot the singers on American Idol. Now that would spice things up.
It’d be even more exciting if you could shoot Steven Tyler or fat Randy.
Of course I’m kidding. Kind of .
All I’m saying is, if you’re going to sing Karaoke, be ready to duck and dodge.
At least if your audience is packing heat.
And that is crazy.™