Basement Karaoke: Tales of the moonlighting groan inducing, happy to try but I ain’t no good, singer of others songs.

I originally recieved a full blown karaoke machine as a wedding present from my colleagues at Moosehead Breweries Ltd / The Premium Beer Company many, many moons ago. And one late summer day a year or more ago I dropped it coming up the stairs. I dropped it one step, but it was enough to muck up the machine and create that burning wire smell. So now, I use the microphones, and reciever on an old amplifier to do my caterwauling downstairs. The JBL Boombox 2.0 is across the room with my wireless play list, and I can stand comfortably in the living room and wail away. It’s pretty glorious. I’m terrible, but enthusiastic. I usually give it a whirl when everyone else is out of the house, but a friday evening sing along is never that far out of reach!

I have a mix of 50’s, 60’s, early 2000’s, and even some current music in rotation. Oh, and it’s loud. So loud. So very, very loud. My favourite. Crooning alone to my oldies and having a sweaty fun time. I’d ask you to check out my set up but I don’t much care where it lands on the private in home Karaoke continuum. It’s not run through a PA rig so right there you can tell it’s not a professional kit, so why do comparisons at all. It’s loud, it’s fun and it works, that’s all that matters to me.

On another note (pun intended) I plan to go see Dune Part Two this weekend and I am pumped! I’ll catch a Sunday night late show and will hopefully avoid a massive crowd. Other than that I have no plans to do much of anything, unless more work comes in that needs to be reviewed on Monday morning. Ciao Bella!