Karaoke Terror

I would say that being paid $10 dollars an hour at a summer camp in beautiful northern California is a pretty wonderful occupation, something that only a few lucky teens can score. There were, however, elements of the job that drove me insane. When I would be assigned a non-stop 3 hour shift in the "Karaoke" room, things got gloomy. First of all, being a musician who does not feel a lot of compassion for pop/rock bullshit, I had a hard time listening to the same rendition of a Hilary Duff song over and over. The few young male campers who were brave enough to sing in front of their female counterparts usually chose a song by Coldplay, one of the lamest "bands" ever to walk on the planet. On top of listening to awful singing of silly pop songs, one also had to deal with the strange situation regarding girls ages (9-13) who wanted to sit on your lap, give you a hug, or sometimes even smack your ass. This was a very awkward situation because you can't just push little people off of your leg onto the floor, you have deal with it smoothly and as nicely as possible. I plan to go back next summer, hopefully as a drawing or ceremaics "specialist," in order to minimize the perils of Coldplays shitty guitar riffs, three re-cylced chords, and mediocre pop vocals.