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Probably no one in the place knew enough English to understand me, anyway, so, what the heck, when a gal asked me if I could sing, I’d give it my best shot. I’d heard enough Japanese businessmen screw-up My Way, I figured, I couldn’t do any worse. Well, one night I hit this bar with dozens of pretty hostesses and just the right amount of Jack Daniels in me to give it a try. Hell, I got kicked out of Boy’s Choir for skipping practice what was I supposed to know about singing?
JAPANESE KARAOKE SINGING TO A BOTTLE HOW TO
Even if I knew how to sing, none of them would have been on my top-ten list. Just about every karaoke-joint had the same three songs in English, My Way, Sixteen Tons and You Are My Sunshine. An applause meter would give each singer a score based on how much noise the crowd made when the song was over. Oh, yeah, and the really big karaoke bars had a scoreboard, a big, black board with bright LED numbers. Karaoke, back in those days, consisted of a cassette player, microphone and a book (about the size of a bible) you know that thick book hotels leave on coffee tables. “Nah, I don’t sing” was my standard answer and if they kept bugging me, I’d leave, find another bar and fall in love with a different hostess one who could drink Jack on the Rocks, with me and not be a pain in the neck. At some point during the night, wherever I was, I’d be asked to sing karaoke by whichever charming hostess I was buying drinks for at the time. On a 17 year stint of bachelorhood, between wives number two and three I found myself doing a lot of bar-hopping. TV’s were for watching the news, cartoons, soap operas and cooking classes.
JAPANESE KARAOKE SINGING TO A BOTTLE TV
There was no TV in the bar they were in peoples houses. There were no videos accompanying the music and no words streaming across the bottom of the screen. Way back before Karaoke hit the Western world, where it somehow turned into Carry-O-Key, there weren’t 5 or 6 monitors mounted on the walls of the bars.
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