Sure, we could talk about “Dear John” finally knocking “Avatar” out of the top spot at the domestic box-office this weekend, and the significance of James Cameron’s movies only being vulnerable to critically panned genre exercises.
But a story in today’s New York Times is much more interesting: Apparently, people in the Philippines are being attacked and even murdered after performing a karaoke version of “My Way”.
Seriously.
Doesn’t that make you want to talk about nothing else for the rest of the day? Never mind the prospects for the Super Bowl; what other songs might get a performer marked for death? (According to the piece, John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads” has a body count of eight in Thailand — and all from the same performance.)
My last karaoke performance was a duet of “To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before”. Sure, I barely escaped with my life, but I figured that’s just what happens when you take the Julio Iglesias part …
I ate it up.
And spit it out.
Comment by Seán Francis Condon — February 8, 2010 @ 9:08 pm