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Some easy tips on how to make a low cost binder, a packer, and a stp.
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Lou Reed — Walk on the Wild Side
I’m not sure you’d get away with this chorus today, but that’s the point, really.This was the first song I ever karaoked. It was in the basement of some bar in Manhattan that my friends and I had hopped to in search of someone’s dealer or something and s/he wasn’t there but we were just tipsy enough to decide to stay anyway since there were only four people in there and the karaoke host was outrageously excited. It was real-deal, with the lyrics scrolling in both Japanese and English and a constant cascade of background images that had nothing to do with either each other or the song currently playing (snow-capped mountains, smoggy cityscapes, children on a swingset, orange slices, a praying mantis, etc.).
For reasons I probably shouldn’t even begin to guess at, I’d had it in my mind for at least three years that if the situation arose, the song I’d most like to make my karaoke debut with was “Walk on the Wild Side.” Being a karaoke rookie (karaookie?), I didn’t realize that a) slow songs and karaoke don’t mix, b) attempting to imitate Lou Reed’s voice as a 24-year-old woman don’t fly, and c) there would be no background singers to mitigate my horrible tuneless speak-singing. The four strangers in the room didn’t clap. But my friends did! Out of pity.
Redemptdum: Later that night, my little sister (also a karaookie) and I decided to do a duet on “Beat It.” Everything was fine until the chorus kicked in and my (drunk) sister forgot that holding a microphone amplifies your voice as she SCREAMED the chorus—because she was nervous, too, and her voice goes up like 10 octaves + 100 dB when the pressure’s on—and I didn’t want her to feel bad so I started laughing and then SCREAMED back at her. “BEAT IT!” “BEAT IT!” “BEAT IT!” ”BEAT IT!” After it was over, we put down the mics and were walking back to our friends’ table when some dudebrah fixed a hard stare on us and said: “That sucked.” It was awesome.
we just farted in here! by iphonetard
(also i really was on my way to go get one of his shirts… and no one was at the booth for me to pay so i just took one and left a note saying “livelavalive bought a shaycarl shirt, 20 bucks on back of note”…and i taped the money on it haha)
