Showing posts with label i sing a lot of karaoke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i sing a lot of karaoke. Show all posts

Saturday, January 06, 2007

The 40 Mulberry Street Debacle

Firstly, it must be stated baldly and without recourse to either modesty or obliqueness that it was Gwen's décolletage that got our song played seconds after the slip was given to the DJ.

She didn't believe it would work. I did. I made her believe. And I was right.



I, apparently, close my eyes when singing Journey.



... and Air Supply.



A little dance to go with our song....


Sunday, September 17, 2006

Yet. More. Karaoke.



I think we're singing harmony here, but there's really no way to be sure.

Emmy's bangs: very punk rock.


Gwen leans on Rich, while he rests his arm on a thoroughly imaginary microphone stand.


We even had go-go girls at one point in the night!


Kristin is shimmying, while Aviva prefers to be shaken (not stirred).


So now I turrrrrrrrnnn to yoooooooooooouu........


... with ooooooooo-pen aaaaarmmmmmmmmmsssssss!


Air guitar on "Johnny B. Goode." I'd say that Chuck Berry is turning over in his grave, but I'm not 100% sure he's deceased.


Sometimes you've just got to put your whole body into it.
Melissa knows this. Knows it in her very marrow.

Karaoke. Not for the meek.


Greg and Melissa doing a duet.

(Nothing says "punk rock" like argyle sweaters.)

Strike a pose.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Tinga Tinga!

Tinga Tinga karaoke on Madison Avenue in Koreatown.

Much fun was had. John Denver made an appearance, as did Journey and Madonna (natch). An intimate party of six crooners were joined by a beer or thirty, a big ol' bottle of vodka and tonic, plus a cake.

The cake didn't really get eaten. The frosting did.




Gwen can't figure out what's wrong with this microphone, but compensates the best way she knows how: volume.

David takes it down a notch or two, with open arms.

Yeah... getting towards the end of the night here, if you can't tell.

Gwen's riding the midnight train to Georgia, which was about 20 minutes early.

David goes wicked old school rock, while Rich looks on in horror/fascination.

Tinga Tinga, and a good spread. (Including cake!)


Karaoke... sometimes it gets a little out of hand.