CMD+Shift Design

You may or may not already know, that one of my favorite things to do with my friends is go out to sing Karaoke. We’re a group of misfits who award each other more kudos for choosing an obscure song than having noteworthy vocal prowess. The stage of choice is in my old neighborhood at a dark and unassuming pub that acts as sports bar until 9:30 strikes on a Thursday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday night when Baby Ketten Karaoke takes over and the best karaoke in Seattle happens.

Why is it ‘the best,’? Well — to some roake lovers, this place might be a nightmare — it’s a little unconventional, with the song selection that you won’t find anywhere else — including old punk rock tracks, obscure nerdcore, and all other bits of randomness you have NEVER heard at karaoke. While the more traditional karaoke bar around the corner has a nightly performance of  “Don’t Stop Believing” — Baby Ketten’s nightly anthem has become Danzig’s “Mother”.

Since I’ve shifted my blogs focus in 2012 to being a window into my life outside of the normal day to day of CMD+Shift Design — Karaoke is a big part of that, so each month I will be posting a log of the songs I logged on the Baby Ketten stage.

Babes in Toyland – Sweet 69

Prime example of the crazy unique song selection at BKK! Just added to the catalogue I was the first person in all of Seattle (or maybe anywhere) to rock this one at karaoke.

Dokken – Dream Warriors

Uhh… Nightmare on Elm Street 3 soundtrack, duh!

Hole – Gold Dust Woman

Since most of the Hole songs in the book are off of ‘Celebrity Skin’ (gag) I went for the Fleetwood Mac cover of theirs off The Crow 2 Soundtrack.

Le Tigre – Deceptacon

My favorite Le Tigre song! Only Kathleen Hanna can work the word ‘depoliticize’ into a dance number.

Metric – Combat Baby

The Canadaian band behind the ficticious Canadian Band, Clash At Demonhead from the Scott Pilgrim movie.

Peaches – Fuck The Pain Away

Another good dance song, but if you don’t have head phones — skip listening to this one in the office. As the title would suggest, the F-bomb gets dropped (along with the word, ”titties’.)

Technotronic – Pump Up The Jam

My buddy and I closed the place out one night with this one — a total train wreck, but the bartender wanted to hear this song and we were the people left in the crowd who #1 were not too drunk to sing and #2 were OK with making complete asses of ourselves.

Got out every Thursday this month! If you live in Seattle and wanna join me and my roake crew some night, @cmdshiftdesign me on Twitter! Let’s sing!