Simon Cowell said Seattle's aspiring singers are some of the nation's worst, but screw that LCD-peddler and his opinions! He should've been out with me this weekend, when the abundance of amateur vocalists just having fun might've made him lighten up.
At Georgetown spot Jules Maes on Friday, No-Fi Soul Rebellion's male half, Mark Heimer, worked his way around the room with a cordless mic, getting up in peoples' faces; his wife Andrea played guitar while lying on her back. Mark then commanded people to "get low" and "get lower!!" until everyone was literally lying on the floor with Andrea. And what happened next still baffles me--the duo's groovebox started playing Enigma's "Return to Innocence"--and the whole damn place sang along to the chorus. Repeatedly. "uh-yi-yi-aaiii-oh-i-yah-yah"...
Saturday night at Havana, there were many, many sing-a-longs inspired by DJ Curtis' skillful selections. I haven't been on a Sat. since they started charging $5, but I'm glad I paid that price to rub up against a couple hundred hotties while hearing Nas' "If I Ruled the World" and other not-too-typical tracks mixed in with ye olde party standards. The one that really got people's pipes in action: Wham!'s "Everything She Wants." This was officially drunk o'clock, when the mass decided to start moving, making the entire room one pulsating, inescapable dance party. White, black, rich, and relatively poor, unified by George and Andrew:
"Somebody tell me- (won't you tell me) why I work so hard for youuuuuu- oh to get you money. Oh!"
Please do share your tales of tuneless wonders if you got 'em!