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The clock tower at Hobart's General Post Office bathed in nice winter afternoon sunlight. We've had too little of this lately, as it's mainly been raining.

Time for the Sunday Top Five! Today I am revisiting my Top Five Ever Karaoke Performances
  1. Total Eclipse of the Heart: for the amateur vocalist, the sheer overwrought emotion of Bonnie Tyler's raspy voiced paean to wandering lovers the world over is a good song for the confident (or inebriated) to belt out.

  2. Come on Eileen: a rousing, jaunty little number that harks back to the music hall. The chanting bit in the middle can rescue strugglers. The fact that there are not many words also helps.

  3. Sexual Healing: easily the most challenging of the bunch, as not many are blessed with the pipes of Marvyn Gaye. That said, the degree of difficulty makes it a triumph if pulled off, especially if the intent is to send a [ahem] message to any ladies in the audience.

  4. Suspicious Minds: you can't have Karaoke with an Elvis track. The distinctive voice makes it easy to imitate, and I'd advise sticking to the later, crooning hits as the early belters can be tricky work. Generally the songs about failing love affairs are good grist for the mill, as emotion can carry those less fortunate in the vocal departments (see: Heart, Total Eclipse of the).

  5. Islands in the Stream: If you lack confidence, don't do it alone! However, group efforts are usually embarrassing unless you've got a duet to work with. I prefer the Kenny role myself, as I can't quite reach Dolly's high notes...

Comments

yamini said…
I have a soft corner for clock towers and I like them, from all over the world. They have a majestic air about them. The one in the photograph also looks like that.
Nice one Kris.
Valerie said…
Excellent picture. I like those of buildings and clocks. I reckon I was an architect in a former life. Islands in the stream was a favourite even though I don't look a bit like Dolly.
G. B. Miller said…
I think that power ballads are about the only thing I can tolerate while listening karaoke.

Winter time already?

That's making me a little sad already. Here we're just finishing up the summer.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, one does love a good clock tower. Except for the one in Ulverstone, that's plain ugly.
Kris McCracken said…
Valerie, it is a ripper.
Kris McCracken said…
G, listening to Karaoke is not nearly as interesting as singing it.
yamini said…
Haven't seen that, so can't say anything. But will check it out on net.
Baino said…
And every screaming hen's favourite . . Living on a Prayer. Nice photo too.

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