Not to plug, but my Spin magazine story about karaoke with the New Pornographers is up on the magazine's website. The most nerve-wracking part of the whole evening was when the band's publicist requested that I break the ice by getting up and singing the first song, which resulted in my jittery rendition of Queen's "Radio Ga Ga." Trust me, those added-on "ga ga" and "blah blah" choruses last for 18 minutes when you're stone-cold sober.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Sing Me Spanish Techno (Or At Least Some Black Eyed Peas)
Not to plug, but my Spin magazine story about karaoke with the New Pornographers is up on the magazine's website. The most nerve-wracking part of the whole evening was when the band's publicist requested that I break the ice by getting up and singing the first song, which resulted in my jittery rendition of Queen's "Radio Ga Ga." Trust me, those added-on "ga ga" and "blah blah" choruses last for 18 minutes when you're stone-cold sober.
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