New Deck Tavern
Bad karaoke can be transcendently amazing if done right. I eat it up with the vigor usually reserved for talented singers. And I participate whenever possible. This is why the New Deck Taven’s Tuesday karaoke nights kill me. There is no stage. In the center of the bar, amongst the crowd, the DJs set up. Probably the worst place for a stage. The MC of the event the nights I've been there is a pain in the ass. He is unabashedly smarmy, and has control issues turning off the microphone if you curse mid-set or do anything not to his liking. The last straw is the pigeon-hearted participants. They go up only on dares and as drunken jokes, and giggle throughout in an oh-my-god-i'm-so-drunk-i-can't-believe-i'm-doing-this sort of way. This may be fun for your sorority or fraternity members, but not for the rest of us, much like the entire event. All I'm asking for is a little intervention... and to never hear a group of girls sing 'Baby Got Back' again.
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