Word: singe
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Auto-Tune!” T-Pain, clearly offended by the remark, sarcastically replies with exactly the same comment. Not the most creative comeback, T-Pain. From there the action cuts to a borderline offensive and stereotypical white trash karaoke bar. And who should be called up to sing T-Pain’s hit “I Can’t Believe It” but a middle-aged Asian business man in a suit? Unbeknownst to poor Franklin, however, T-Pain looks on from a grainy TV in the VIP room. Franklin’s barely coherent...
...songs, the lyrics are simply nothing special: for example, “Cappuccino” begins with a chord that sounds like it’s from an 8-bit video game, something one would almost never expect from a hip-hop compilation, but the fact that they repeatedly sing, “I need a fresh cappuccino with a mocha twist / Fresh fresh cappuccino with a mocha twist” dampens the song’s overall impact. Tracks that have less rapping and more instrumental experimentation fare better, like the first song on the album...
...When I’m (Super Mario) Sixty-Four,” hearing “I’m Looking Through You” when the x-ray visor was used in Metroid Prime, watching Dr. Robotnik of “Sonic” fame sing “I am the Eggman / Goo goo g’joob!” Surely that stupid pink dinosaur in “Mario Tennis 64” would have been more likeable if her theme song was “And Your Birdo Can Sing.” The possibilities...
...started, all you need is a mike (internal or USB-connected) or video camera. MySpace Karaoke ksolo.myspace.com and YouTube are free but pretty thin; it would be hard to charge my neighbors to sing along to some joker doing "Memories" on YouTube. By contrast, the Karaoke Channel Online thekaraokechannel.com streams scrolling lyrics and professional-grade karaoke, in instrumental or sing-along mode, for $14.95 a day or $9.95 a month for a minimum of two months. As far as I can tell, with more than 4,000 songs and close to 100 added a week, it has the biggest music...
...film will find her very obvious efforts to replicate every last one of Witherspoon’s somewhat inimitable facial expressions (largely dependent on the famous chiseled chin and popped rosy cheeks) charming and quite startlingly successful. And while Gulsvig brings nothing new to the table physically, she sings and dances and pouts and struts and costume-changes with inhumane speed, all of which combine to create an enjoyable overall experience. What was missing, however, was Witherspoon’s smooth transition from sneakily smart Malibu queen to career woman: Gulsvig never did strike one as deceptively clever to begin...