I’ve waxed lyrical elsewhere about the benefits of Karaoke alone. It is one of life’s little pleasures and one I am glad I’ve discovered. As well as going on my own, I’ve been in twos and threes, and it is fun, but I did find myself wishing the other people had chosen a shorter song so I could have my go and then cursed myself for choosing an instrumental. But on Saturday, I had the bizarre ‘pleasure’ of doing Karaoke with a group of 15 people. It was raucous and chaotic and a bit crazy, but it was brilliant. It was just a good old-fashioned sing song. Microphones were soon forgotten, songs were put on that everyone knew and everyone could bellow at the top of their voices. it wasn’t tuneful, it wasn’t artistic, but it was something. What was it? It was community, we were united in our love of singing out of tune. There was no pressure, if you wanted to join in you could, if you didn’t, you didn’t have to. If you were like Aled Jones or Bryn Terfel, great but if you sounded like the South Africa rugby team murdering their national anthem, nobody minded. I’d like to say it was terribly British but it wasn’t only Brits in the room. But I do wonder if pubs in Britain could do this. Have a sing-song Karaoke night. Not a night for posing prima donnas singing the one song they’ve practised in front of a mirror with a hairbrush for years, or drunk pretenders, murdering Losing my Religion or for Kath and Pete from the office to get out their sexual tension by doing what they think is a steamy version of You’re the one that I want, (Get a room), just a whole pub sing-a-long. I am proposing it as a cure for Brexit, a way to bring the divided country back together again.
They used to do it at The Ship on match day Sospan Fach and the like.
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