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i love performing for an audience
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Quote by Calista
I sing whilst on webcam ...
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) - but it's rather humming than singing. Similar situation when a song just pop into my head and doesn't want to go away (today it's Beyond the sea by - thanks to my other half :grin: ).
Quote by Calista
I sing whilst on webcam ...
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Quote by cheekychimp
I sing whilst on webcam ...
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Quote by cheekychimp
I sing whilst on webcam ...
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Quote by M&P cpl
My voice wasn't made for singing, but who cares? ;)
I sing whilst I'm cooking - for sure. Very often on my way from bus stop to home (especially after work
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Mmmm dunno Ice...depends which lips you're reading...... :P
CheekyChimp......
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Mmmm dunno Ice...depends which lips you're reading...... :P
CheekyChimp......
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Quote by davej
An absolutely true story about the last time I sang publicly only a few weeks back, how the fuck these things happen to me I just don't know
I'm out and about with two super yet niave ladies from Poland in a Port town where I work, anyways they decide it's about ten oclock and it's pizza time so we jump in the car and shoot off to a pizza shop I know. As we get out of the car there is banging music coming out of the pub next to the pizza shop. Now my company are only young and music is an attraction to them so before I can do a thing about it they are off...whoosh!...straight across the road and in the pub :shock: now I know the reputation of this place and all said and done feel obliged to go get em out, so in I go. When I get in there, not 1 minute after them, they are already sitting down and grinning from ear to ear in obvious enjoyment cos the music is actually folk singing, cos it's kareoke night and the place is banged out. I try and tell them it isnt a good place to be, but they really didn't understand me that well, so with a 'fait accompli' attitude I go up to the bar.
davej.......two vodka and cokes and an alcohol free beer please.
barman.....we are doing Buds at five for £10.
davej......good but I'm driving so I just want a non alcohol lager.
barmen.....yep two vodkas and cokes and as I said, Buds five for £10.
davej......yes thanks, but honestly I don't want any buds I'm driving.
barman...are you fuckin deaf or what..five Buds a tenner
now it's at this point that grizzly adams who is standing at the bar next to me says..
"If I was you it might be sensible to have the Buds ..oh and if you want a hand to shag the sisters I'm yer man" :shock: not the sort of thing I'm used to stangers saying to me, but it aint the classiest boozer in the world.
I'm not that stupid, recognise that what ever happens I'm gonna pay this bloke a tenner, so I hand over my money and take the girls their drinks and sit down trying to shrink back into the corner. Now unfortunately the girls and me stand out on account of the fact that we look normal and all the other punters look like their faces caught fire and some fucker put the fires out with a shovel! so shrinking out of sight wasn't gonna last long.
So we are sitting there and to be honest all the singers were bloody good, probably do the kareoke rounds of the pubs cos I was impressed until the compere says "looks like weve got some strangers in tonight and it just wouldn't be right if they didn't join in would it" ...bollocks!...I try and shrink a bit more, but truth be known I knew I was fucked. "So which one of you are gonna give us a song" :twisted: ..the bastard, I bloody knew it, so I wave my hands and shake my head in the negative. "now now me old cocker you aint gonna let us down are ya...Gerry give him a hand up here" basically I'm fucked, Gerry is coming my way, the girls are still grinning probably thinking how quaint and welcoming the English are to interact so warmly with strangers.
Now I know what some of you are thinking...why didn't I just stand my ground and say no?...why didn't I just leave? trust me I can hold me own, but I'm no fool and there was a good hiding in the offing, it was tangible and you can be as brave as you like, but there aint no point if the odds are stacked.
With the shadow of Gerry over my shoulder and the obvious delight on the faces of the rest of the locals (this is obviously a sport thev've played before) I make my way to the kareoke area.
To cut a long story a bit shorter I can tell you that I'm now singing Cliff Richards 'summer holiday' to a 50 or more ugly knuckle scrapping fuckwits that have drunk their giro cheques dry. Part way through my rendition the bloke on the machine obviously twiddles a few knobs cos over the top of my voice, comes the sound of an attack helicopter, reasonably relevant cos it's a port and also home to a parachute regiment, but it's fucking up my Cliff Richard. So as the attack helicopter gets louder, everyone and I mean everyone, accept me that is, hits the deck and crael under tables and the like in a sinulated efoort to take cover. Now I don't know how many of you have done kareoke, but it can be nervy, it's far worse if your doing it under duress and even more worse if everyone in the pub is lying under the tables, cos it just makes you even more prominant :shock: As I continue to sing I glance across at the girls...they weere loving these old english signs of freindship
The sound of the helicopter goes away and the neanderthals get back up. 30 seconds later and with another twiddle of the knob, Big Ben starts to chime :shock: with looks of theatrical panic several regulars start to look around for this huge clock with..wasnt hard to guess was it.. the focus being my wrist watch :confused: with a practised flick bought about by previous practice on other victims and probably from being proffesional pick pockets, my watch was off and thrown to the floor! with a quick stamp from a heavy boot onto the face of my watch, Big Ben was silenced...yep the bastards smashed it :x
Again to cut things short the sing finished, the girls then realised that this wasn't a bucket of fun and we left with the sounds of triumphant cheeering.
..and who says kareoke is fun...
