I'd just like to take a moment and thank my dear friend Bad Kitty for hooking me up with the PR person in charge of promoting the Karaoke Channel.
Bad Kitty knows what a mayjah role karaoke plays in my life because I've dragged her from one seedy karaoke bar to another across Hawaii and California in pursuit of thick song books and not too much reverb. Plus, she is married to Chief, someone who also has the k-bug. We can't explain it. Put the two of us together in front of a video screen scrolling the lyrics to "Stop Draggin' My Heart Around" or "You Don't Bring Me Flowers," and well, we shut it down, people. If I ever need money, I'm going to turn professional and go on the road with Chief. Bad Kitty will be our stylist because she has the best fashion sense of anyone I know.
So that is why, ever since I first typed karaokechannel.com into my browser, I have been a non-stop sangin' fool. From Ambrosia to One Republic to the Little River Band to Adele to Expose, it's been an almost 24 hour karaoke party. At my desk.
That's what friends are for.
