Thanks to a broken left speaker in my car, I now have some legit caraoke. No, I’m not just spelling karaoke wrong. Caraoke really is a thing.
Sometimes I’ll be listening to a song and all of a sudden I’m all, “Waittt there’s supposed to be a guitar part right there.” (I don’t know the technical term for the “guitar part” of a song. Is there one? Whatever)
Other times, though, all of the vocals are gone. So it’s like I have my very own karaoke. In my car. How festive!
I can now test my knowledge of a song’s lyrics. Yeah, I thought I knew those words like the back of my hand. I was wrong.
I can also find out that I was sadly mistaken in thinking that I could sing alright sometimes. I now realize that I’m like those people who go on American Idol and say, “Everyone tells me I sound JUST LIKE Toni Braxton!”
And the best part is, I never know what I’m going to get! Maybe that one song by that one band doesn’t change at all. But maybe, if I’m lucky, I can pretend I’m in a karaoke bar (think, the one in My Best Friend’s Wedding) and I’ve had a few drinks and I’m asking if they have “I’m a Slave 4 U” and can I pleeeez sing it?