Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly, with his song


Let me tell you something.

There are certain songs that, when performed by someone with real fucking talent, are absofuckinglutely incredible. This is one of them. There was a girl named Stacy at karaoke last night with the kind of talent I'm referring to. She offered to do a request and suggested she do this one. The original is by Roberta Flack, but honestly, it's too damned light and slow. The Fugees version, by comparison, is infinitely better. It has funk in a way that, oddly enough, was best described by Arsenio Hall (may the television gods rest the soul of his talk show).

So she did the song and, unsurprisingly, but quite enjoyably, rocked the house.

The last time I recall being that pleased with a performance of that song was when it was done by Erin. That one was especially impressive 'cause I hadn't clue she could sing at all, much less sing well. I was so impressed I was half tempted to drag her off to a dark corner somewhere and fuck her brains out. Not that she'd have gone for it, but that's the power of a great voice.

Ah well.

Don't think I was particularly impressed with anything I did last night. It was all pretty half-assed. I imagine I'll hit Citywalk tonight and try to come up with something aside from Linkin Park's "In the End." They need some more damn songs...