Aaronf
Grease has excellent singalong value. It came out in 1978, which was a terrific year for loads of other karaoke friendly songs.
Me and my buddies loved Grease and we’d act it out, with songs, of an evening. I was usually Danny and once put globs of Vaseline in my hair to get the right look and despite increasingly desperate efforts, it wouldn’t wash out in time for school the next day. So I had to either be a greasy unwashed weirdo, or just stay in character all day. I opted for the latter, which probably made me look even more weird.
What do you mean, "embarrassingly?" It's an absolute classic!
I do love a good Power Ballad, me! If I had the bollocks, I'd have a crack at this:
What a fucking tune, that is!
If you can do the mighty Jim Steinman, then you probably could do this monster:
Not a Power Ballad, but this must be an absolute bastard to sing in tune:
And this is why I don’t like karaoke.
Can’t stand this kind of music. It actually pains me.
No shade on you, I get why someone wants to song these songs. I understand and admire the merits, and I’m sure it’s huge fun to sing them, but it’s anathema to me. So to have the flow of my evening interrupted by music I actively dislike, being sung not very well, by people I’ve never met… yeah, that’s why I usually leave when the karaoke starts.
Was at a gig a little while ago and after the last band they did karaoke and someone got up to sing Slide Away (Oasis). I mean, as a track on that LP, yeah okay. But when a drunk bloke gets up to bellow it into a mic without the enormous live production, it’s just six minutes of dreary repetitious whining.
Doing it in a group of friends rather than in public makes better sense to me, so you can interact and take the piss and build memories.
I do karaoke with a group of friends every month or so. I am a bad singer (often go off-key) and some of the people I sing with are even worse than me. I don't care if they drink all night and then just do one number when they're pissed, or whether they just scream lyrics back whilst other people are singing, it's really just a way for people to let go and experience the joy of making music. Some of them are really brave lads. I know how hard it can be. When I was a kid I had headphones put on me and told to sing a song I didn't know at a classmate's birthday party, and everyone laughed. The classmate who did that to me was a soprano in a choir, ofc.
Some of the ones I've done recently were Country Roads, Take Me Home by John Denver, Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana, Meds by Placebo, Rawhide from The Blues Brothers, Nowadays from Chicago, Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen and Summer In The City by The Lovin' Spoonful.
My advice for those who want to sing but find it hard to pluck up the courage (I was there!):
- pick your songs in advance and practice at home, you will find that some songs will naturally suit your voice better than others, and the only way to know is to try. I just can't do Leonard Cohen although he ~sounds~ easy.
- develop a regular singing practice, e.g. in the shower. You will improve over time, I went from hopeless to passable that way.
- most karaokes have two microphones, do duets. People will join you if you ask, they hate waiting for their turn.
- when it comes out sucky, laughter is a good alternative to dying inside.
- perform, it's a show: use gestures, dance, etc. If that's not your jam, there's a way to do a static performance in a way that still looks heartfelt and deliberate.
- and for fuck's sake, if you're doing rap, do not vocalise the N word.
All this seems self-evident to me, and pretty much describes what I did the other night. Good to know I’m on the right track for future house shattering karaoke success. I suspect the popularity and energy of the song plays a part too. That might put Sylvia’s Mother out of the running (seems like it’s a bit obscure these days) but there’s so much scope for Performing that I might have to include it.
Maybe I’ll have a crack at Joe Cocker’s version of With A Little Help From My Friends….. Someone suggested Janis’ Mercedes Benz too.
I think I’ve been lumped into the Gritty Belter category after my rendition of Ace of Spades.
If someone wants to do Whitney, I can’t be in the room. Nope.
The pub over the road was doing karaoke last night and someone did Food For Thought (UB40), and did it really well. Followed by a dreadful rendition of Jamming (BMW).