K-box Karaoke : Mess+Noise
Shared via AddThis
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Free Rooms For Worthy Workers At KBOX Melbourne
Free singing for worthy people! KBOX is very pleased to offer two hours complimentary room hire to all those people who dedicate their lives to the greater good. This includes (but is not strictly limited to) registered charity workers, nurses, doctors, teachers, fire-tacklers, police-persons, prison-officers and social workers.
This offer is available every Monday. All room sizes are available. KBOX has private karaoke rooms for between 4 and 25 people. Larger groups can take a combination of rooms.
A special cocktail will be created each month and priced at just $8.
Use us shamelessly to entertain clients and colleagues or just shake off the day with friends and family. We’ll also offer very special rates for charities to host functions and fund-raising events. For further enquiries info@kbox.com.au
This offer is available every Monday. All room sizes are available. KBOX has private karaoke rooms for between 4 and 25 people. Larger groups can take a combination of rooms.
A special cocktail will be created each month and priced at just $8.
Use us shamelessly to entertain clients and colleagues or just shake off the day with friends and family. We’ll also offer very special rates for charities to host functions and fund-raising events. For further enquiries info@kbox.com.au
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Five suggestions!!!
Karaoke is a great way to have fun with friends. After a few drinks, nobody cares whether you’re a good singer or not, and you can just sing along to your favourite songs (or the ones you’re scared to admit are your favourites).
But what do you do in those interludes when the lyrics stop and you’re left with nothing to sing? Here are five suggestions!
1. Beatbox
Many’s the time I’ve found myself with no lyrics to sing and fifteen or so seconds to fill before they return. A good way to keep your friends – and yourself – amused is to start beatboxing with your mouth. Bear in mind this can result in a higher than usual amount of saliva being deposited on the microphone, so the next person to sing may not fully appreciate your efforts.2.
2. Play Air Guitar
You don’t need an inflatable guitar for this, but it does help. And it still counts as air guitar, because what is an inflatable full of if not air? Plus, since they’re unsmashable you can have fun pretending to destroy your imaginary set at the end of your performance. Avoid mimicking Jimi Hendrix and setting light to your guitar, though – if it’s an inflatable it will just melt, and if it’s an imaginary air guitar you’re basically just trying to set fire to nothing.
3. Do a “spoken word” interlude
The choice of the karaokeist who can’t bear to have attention taken away from them. You can talk about anything: how “you” got the idea to write the song you’re singing; the person to whom you’d like to dedicate your performance; your shopping list. All that matters is that people’s eyes remain pinned to you, and do not start looking down at their phones.
4. Start a hand-clap
Tricky one to pull off with a microphone in your hand, but I’m sure I saw Mariah Carey do it once – and her hands are tiny. Start clapping to the beat, encouraging your compadres to join in. However, if it doesn’t take off on no account should you start berating people just because you have a microphone. If a hand-clap is too complex, try kicking off a Mexican Wave.
5. Climb on some furniture
This won’t be for every venue, but if you’re singing at home using a karaoke machine or online karaoke I suppose it’s up to you. Climbing onto a couch – please, ensure first that it’s not occupied – is the domestic version of climbing the lighting rig, and almost certainly less dangerous. If you’re in a public venue however, you may want to prepare for some kind of disapproval, which could range from a stern telling-off to being physically ejected from the premises.
But what do you do in those interludes when the lyrics stop and you’re left with nothing to sing? Here are five suggestions!
1. Beatbox
Many’s the time I’ve found myself with no lyrics to sing and fifteen or so seconds to fill before they return. A good way to keep your friends – and yourself – amused is to start beatboxing with your mouth. Bear in mind this can result in a higher than usual amount of saliva being deposited on the microphone, so the next person to sing may not fully appreciate your efforts.2.
2. Play Air Guitar
You don’t need an inflatable guitar for this, but it does help. And it still counts as air guitar, because what is an inflatable full of if not air? Plus, since they’re unsmashable you can have fun pretending to destroy your imaginary set at the end of your performance. Avoid mimicking Jimi Hendrix and setting light to your guitar, though – if it’s an inflatable it will just melt, and if it’s an imaginary air guitar you’re basically just trying to set fire to nothing.
3. Do a “spoken word” interlude
The choice of the karaokeist who can’t bear to have attention taken away from them. You can talk about anything: how “you” got the idea to write the song you’re singing; the person to whom you’d like to dedicate your performance; your shopping list. All that matters is that people’s eyes remain pinned to you, and do not start looking down at their phones.
4. Start a hand-clap
Tricky one to pull off with a microphone in your hand, but I’m sure I saw Mariah Carey do it once – and her hands are tiny. Start clapping to the beat, encouraging your compadres to join in. However, if it doesn’t take off on no account should you start berating people just because you have a microphone. If a hand-clap is too complex, try kicking off a Mexican Wave.
5. Climb on some furniture
This won’t be for every venue, but if you’re singing at home using a karaoke machine or online karaoke I suppose it’s up to you. Climbing onto a couch – please, ensure first that it’s not occupied – is the domestic version of climbing the lighting rig, and almost certainly less dangerous. If you’re in a public venue however, you may want to prepare for some kind of disapproval, which could range from a stern telling-off to being physically ejected from the premises.
"Losing My Karaoke Virginity"
My introduction to karaoke was also my introduction to my boyfriend’s friends. It was early in our relationship, and I was petrified. Not just because I’d be singing in front of total strangers (who had been merrymaking for some hours before I got off work), but also because I thought I’d have to get up on a bar and strut up and down, wiggling my bum while I sang.
I think I’d seen Coyote Ugly and had got confused as to what karaoke actually was.
But it was far worse than I could have imagined.
It turned out my boyfriend is a Karaoke Nazi. He’s a great singer, so he enjoyed bass-baritoning his way cheerfully through his Doris Day/Johnny Cash/Britney Spears repertoire. But his friends were less enthusiastic, particularly as he assigned each song to each friend, and he bullied them onto the little stage area. There, they’d wibble miserably through an Abba song to a disinterested and slightly hostile pub audience, then sprint back to our table to stare at their knees and weep.
It was, in a word, grim.
So I wasn't over the moon when my best friend booked a karaoke night for my birthday.
But this was booth karaoke, not pub karaoke. My friends and I oohed and aahed over the comfortable sofas, the big screen, the little intercom you could use to order drinks. By the end of the session we’d gone through about 24 of our guiltiest pop pleasures, employed the maracas and tambourines left out for us, and even – yes! – strutted about wiggling our bums, Coyote Ugly-style.
In the last ten minutes I noticed one demure friend hadn’t sung yet so, leaving off my cries of “it’s my birthday, I get to sing the most songs” I rifled through the song book, keyed in the song number and thrust the microphone at my shy friend, batting away his refusals with mad-eyed insistence.
It was at that moment that my boyfriend gave me a knowing look, and I realised I’d gone from reluctant Karaoke Virgin to full-blown Karaoke Nazi. But I never looked back. I now have a full repertoire of karaoke songs, including Spanish-language Shakira numbers, most of Dolly Parton’s work, and “posh rapping” over Ice Ice Baby in my best Queen’s English.
And my “shy” friend? Well, he booked a karaoke booth for his last birthday, and ended the evening wrestling the microphone from me, shouting “it’s my birthday, I get to sing the most songs”.
And thus the circle is complete.
Lest you have forgotten, this was a written by Robyn Wilder of Dollymix, Domestic Sluttery and orbyn.elsewhere
I think I’d seen Coyote Ugly and had got confused as to what karaoke actually was.
But it was far worse than I could have imagined.
It turned out my boyfriend is a Karaoke Nazi. He’s a great singer, so he enjoyed bass-baritoning his way cheerfully through his Doris Day/Johnny Cash/Britney Spears repertoire. But his friends were less enthusiastic, particularly as he assigned each song to each friend, and he bullied them onto the little stage area. There, they’d wibble miserably through an Abba song to a disinterested and slightly hostile pub audience, then sprint back to our table to stare at their knees and weep.
It was, in a word, grim.
So I wasn't over the moon when my best friend booked a karaoke night for my birthday.
But this was booth karaoke, not pub karaoke. My friends and I oohed and aahed over the comfortable sofas, the big screen, the little intercom you could use to order drinks. By the end of the session we’d gone through about 24 of our guiltiest pop pleasures, employed the maracas and tambourines left out for us, and even – yes! – strutted about wiggling our bums, Coyote Ugly-style.
In the last ten minutes I noticed one demure friend hadn’t sung yet so, leaving off my cries of “it’s my birthday, I get to sing the most songs” I rifled through the song book, keyed in the song number and thrust the microphone at my shy friend, batting away his refusals with mad-eyed insistence.
It was at that moment that my boyfriend gave me a knowing look, and I realised I’d gone from reluctant Karaoke Virgin to full-blown Karaoke Nazi. But I never looked back. I now have a full repertoire of karaoke songs, including Spanish-language Shakira numbers, most of Dolly Parton’s work, and “posh rapping” over Ice Ice Baby in my best Queen’s English.
And my “shy” friend? Well, he booked a karaoke booth for his last birthday, and ended the evening wrestling the microphone from me, shouting “it’s my birthday, I get to sing the most songs”.
And thus the circle is complete.
Lest you have forgotten, this was a written by Robyn Wilder of Dollymix, Domestic Sluttery and orbyn.elsewhere
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
