It's true. Getting up in front of your drunken friends and singing an Elton John tune is SO last century! As a bonding or team-building exercise, it leaves a lot to be desired. It savages all you hold precious.
Including any shred of dignity you still had.
After doing shots of Fireball.
Or Jägermeister.
Even if you aren't a hardened twenty-something alcoholic with a big ego and an exhibitionistic streak, singing karaoke is for the dogs. It certainly won't show other people how musical and talented you really are.
Shower singing would, but you can't invite all of your friends to take a bath with you; there just isn't enough space AND there's a drought, so for a beautiful rendition of 'Onward Christian Soldiers' with back-up you'll need to send a tank truck load of hot water down the drain.
Even 'Lady Marmalade' is incredibly wasteful!
Gitchie gitchie ya ya dee da!
On the other hand, singing in the elevator is all that.
This instructional video shows how it's done.
Guaranteed to change your life.
KERMIT DOES IT SPIRITUALLY!
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0ZcY5ABf8s.]
Very inspiring, eh? After seeing this, I fully expect box-like upwardly mobile conveyances all over this city to be filled with enthused people singing their little fuzzy green hearts out.
And deservedly so.
Sing!
I myself am a little reserved, and fear that instead I might be somewhat socially inept in a confined space. Without your encouragement I might come across as one of the individuals shown below.
HUHDEE-HUR, MI MI, & WOMBAT!
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8XYclaPJOo.]
Feedback requested. How would you make this happen? Can you do it?
And do you have the sheer muppetty goodness to carry it off?
After watching Kermit, do you feel uplifted?
Are you amphibian enough?
Wombat?
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