Chill out wifey…this petal-picking cliché is not for you. Well sort off. It’s for one of man’s invention which until know I wonder if there was a necessity for it to be invented but since it’s already here, I have to deal with it.
If I could have been asked of a list of one of my hated things, the videoke will surely be there. But then again just like any other things on earth this will have to depend on when or where I encountered it. In short I have a love-hate relationship with this…let me call it embarrassing machine.
For me the videoke is actually like the eye. For me it’s the window the one’s self. I’ve discovered a liking to some people when I learned and heard them sing. And my wife can decently sing any of The Coors song. And of course, synonymous to appreciating others sing the lines - appearing as foreground to mostly naked women gyrating on the background which usually challenges myself whether I’d hate it or not – is the loathing that I usually felt once most people starts singing their selected piece.
I’ve almost despise friends once I learned they’ve been into videokes. Just this December while on vacation I had a drinking session with my high school best friend and I almost scrambled out of the bar when I saw him checking the song list. “Oh, my lord…he must be kidding!” But he’s not. Well to give him the benefit of the doubt I anxiously waited while the waitress punches in the magic numbers. I think I heard drum rolls when the song on queue started.
U2’s Sunday Bloody Sunday was his selection. I secretly glance at my friend just to give a quick check if he’s somewhat similar to Bono. Hmmm. Obviously not. The song’s intro finally signaled the start of the song. And then it happened. I almost cursed in protest and have actually wondered if my friend can be sued by U2 for performing their song in a public place. It wasn’t Sunday, but I’m sure it was Bloody – as the Brits will surely say. I’m sure I was drunk that time but the alcohol didn’t give me a favorable opinion.
Now I’m being hounded again by the presence of this singing machine. Just outside and in front of our house is a party in progress. And the magic box with TV monitor , round colored keys and 15-inch speakers was just delivered. “Uh oh, we’re in for a long night.” My only hope right now is that no drunken male visitor will sing a Celine Dion song while we’re trying to sleep tonight. That is if we can actually sleep. Whoever invented this machine, I hope you’re in the “hot” place right now.
By the way, possessed by the spirit of alcohol I’ve actually sung a couple of songs on a videoke. And my fave are The Righteous Brothers’ You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feeling and 500 by the Proclaimers. Ti abi. Sometimes the good guy will have to give his revenge.
February 23, 2008 at 10:17 am