beetiger: (xianjag)
beetiger ([personal profile] beetiger) wrote2002-08-09 05:35 pm

Creative Kareoke?

Have any of you ever gone to a kareoke bar and performed interesting filked versions of the songs, rather than the official lyrics? I'm not talking changing pronouns or names to sing to your sweetie; I'm talking full rewrites, all the verses, that rhyme and scan, on entirely different topics than the originals.

If not, does anyone else think doing this with a group, for a whole series of songs, would be a hell of a lot of fun?

Or am I just an incredible geek?

[identity profile] endogenousardor.livejournal.com 2002-08-09 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Is it really an either/or situation?

Can't it be true that you're an incredible geek with a fabulous idea? Sounds like a blast to me.

[identity profile] genders.livejournal.com 2002-08-09 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I think it's a great idea. I've never done it, but I've never done karaoke either.

[identity profile] sapphire-d.livejournal.com 2002-08-09 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
*grins* I think it's a fabulous idea, too! Though, it would mean that I'd have to talk to my mom about the compendium of filk... and maybe develop a singing voice. :)

[identity profile] cowboy-r.livejournal.com 2002-08-10 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think that's an 'or' question, Vicki. 8)

Yes, it does sound like fun, except for two things: 1) I am mortified of singing in public, and 2) as a poet, I suck gigantic Harry Truman.

[identity profile] bikergeek.livejournal.com 2002-08-20 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Not quite, but this reminds me of my one (horrid) experience with karaoke:

Someone handed me a microphone and had me sing "Mack the Knife." Well, I was about nine sheets to the wind, the music starts, and I burst into song. In perfect German.

"Und der Heifisch/Er hat Zaehne..." just like I was in a stage production of Brecht's Dreigroschenopfer.

And everyone in the bar, including my companions, looked at me like I had grown an extra head. Seems they were expecting a Bobby Darin impersonation, in English.

Oy.

That was the last time I'll ever do karaoke. (Although the fact that I can't carry a tune in a suitcase, and I only sing either when alone or when I'm drunker than I ever get anymore, has more to do with that than anything else.)