Karaoke Songs?

I know it’s on the horizon now. It was brought up in the context of a goodbye party for my co-worker and friend Gwen, who will be leaving for the States soon. If it’s not at her party, it’s still bound to happen eventually — me and the profs I work with will eventually end up in a noraebang (a karaoke room).

I don’t think they have songs by Cam’Ron at these places:

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… so I suppose I’ll have to settle for a good old standby from my teenaged headbanger days:

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Which reminds me, I’ve never mentioned my long-ago G’n’R jacket on this site. I don’t think so, anyway. When I was living in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan, I developed the sense that there were three kinds of guys: hockey players, metalheads, and guys who got beaten up by hockey players.

So I grew my hair a little, as much as I could get away with, which wasn’t much — thanks, Mum! — and then I got myself a nice black jean jacket and turned it into a G’n’R tribute jacket. It ended up sporting a backpatch, yes, iron-glued on the back, but I also applied badges up and down the arms — cub scout style, actually — and one on the front. One of each badge available, which wasn’t many because they’d only put out one album by then that I knew of — Appetite for Destruction. Only a few years later, a friend was referring to it as “classic sleaze rock” and when I listened to it, I got a headache.

But, man, at the time? That jacket did help my social status. I remember a few weeks after assembling it, I went to the mall with my AD&D buddy Meka (a guy) and then, the next day, a girl from a school I’d attended a few years before called me, saying she’d seen me at the mall, and that I’d “looked hot” Since I’d not magically turned into a male model  at age 15, it was pretty clear that it was the jacket that had caught her attention.

But a year later, I’d begun to get into jazz, and I ended up selling the jacket to a neighbor girl. The kicker? The girl who bought it was pretty severely hearing impaired. I’m not laughing at her hearing impairment, but just the logical connection between that condition and her enthusiasm for that particular band.

Alright, one more blast from the bizarre past. No embedding, so here’s the link to a fond, goofy memory.

6 thoughts on “Karaoke Songs?

  1. That’s interesting. I find that as I grow older, I am listening to more and more “loud and obnoxious” bands. When I started to listen to pop/rock music, I couldn’t stand the loud bands of the time (Kiss most notably)… Nowadays, not only do I have the Kiss Alive boxed set and Alice Cooper boxed set in my IPod, but also Marilyn Manson and Rob Zombie, and a lot of their songs get played a lot.

    Call it proof that I have entered the stage where my brain cells are (on the net) dying off…

  2. Junsok,

    It’s funny. I was more into the loud and obnoxious stuff (like atonal jazz, for example) when I was younger. As I age, I get more comfortable with, uh, melody. I still crave counterpoint, spontanaeity, and complexity, but I can also roll with some JPop or even the odd bit of Beethoven or the Beatles.

    I never imagined you listening to Marilyn Manson, though! You’re a harder guy than me… that stuff would give me a headache now! :)

  3. I distinctly remember hearing a story about someone going to see Aerosmith and GNR opened for them, back before GNR was big, and they lambasted GNR because they didn’t play well together or listen to each other….for some reason I think this was a concert Montréal or Toronto…

    hockey players, metalheads, and guys who got beaten up by hockey players heh.

    Perhaps the best use one can put bad metal to is as body armor.

  4. Lately I’ve found myself strangely attracted to the Viking deathmetal stylings of Amon Amarth. But then I’ll turn around and want to listen to something bubbly and light. From which I conclude that my brain isn’t really wired very well.

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