“Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.” Bette Davis as Margo Channing in All About Eve.
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YOURS, THE MANAGEMENT
NOTE: I’ve been off the blog for another periodic pause. More is coming, but in the interim I’m throwing this silly quickie out there. Mind you, it does explore a fantasy I’ve long had …
I hate Karaoke. Passionately. Singularly. I have friends who simply love it, and bless ‘em … but I Do Not Get It. When I’ve been at Karaoke nights, my experience has been that of tunes I mostly can’t stand in the first place being murdered. Hell ya, I’ll have some of that.
Of course, the right kind of badness can be fun. However, as a self-appointed connoisseur and enthusiast of Great Badness, I gotta say that most Karaoke for me is not within Badness’ positive spectrum.
But what if it was? Rather than being a “Shoot me now!” experience, what if it instead was a “WTF? WTH? ???? Has David Lynch or John Waters shown up?” kind of a time? Why does Karaoke have to be all Ishtar or From Justin To Kelly when it could be Valley of the Dolls, Glen or Glenda?, or Showgirls?