Prediction: the next stereotype to emerge about Asians, behind us being bad drivers and us eating dog, will be that we kill for karaoke. Last week, a 23 year-old Malaysian man, Abdul Sani Doli, was stabbed to death outside of a karaoke bar in Borneo for…hogging the mic. The Guardian reported this story and claimed that “(k)araoke rage is not unheard of in Asia,” although the writer only cited one concrete example of it actually happening there:
Frank Sinatra’s My Way has reportedly generated such outbursts of hostility that some bars in the Philippines now no longer offer it on the karaoke menu. In Thailand this year, a gunman shot eight people dead after tiring of their endless renditions of a John Denver tune.
In case you believe our own shores are safe from karaoke violence, think again:
In Seattle last year, a woman with an apparent aversion to Coldplay attacked a singer who had just embarked on a rendition of Yellow.
But, to be fair, that incident in Seattle was totally different. Because I was, like, having the WORST DAY. And I was kinda PMS-y. All I wanted to do that night was kick back, have a cold one, and bust with the Steve Perry, know what I mean? Only this douchey metrosexual had to get up on stage, do his drippiest, most emo impersonation of Mr. Gwyneth Paltrow, and harsh my mellow. So I lost it. But I’m sorry, Coldplay does “fucking suck”, okay?
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