There is a fine line between mocking someone and rejoicing in their unrepentant weirdness. I'd like to think I'm involved in the latter. The latent journalist in me has been begging me to publish this ever since I took the video in a Paris subway platform. Now you, too, can rejoice with me.
If you pay attention, I put a few euros in his bucket at the beginning. I feel like that buys me the rights to this video.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Batdog is perplexed.
About Me
The Family Circle
Photography Links
A non-comprehensive index of friendly blogs
- the Garv
- steph lewis
- Stacy and Matt
- Welsh Mustard
- I (heart) Austin
- the crandizzles
- The Krebs Cycle
- Bussell and Retsy
- Brooke is in mesa
- owen(s) the saints
- Matt and Jess Wood
- A Brown accountant
- by virtue of a faculty
- lisa and tyler packard
- The Chases, Las Vegas
- eric (and carly) the red
- Boyces without borders
- Life just got sweet for Hill
- the Josh and Jackie Show
- from the desk of Lord John
- Bunnies are not dogs, Laura
- the Westovers way over west
- King Arthur and Queen Sharee
- the gradual frenchification of Mer
- Kylee: matchmaker made in heaven
Spontaneously Changing Picture Box
Batdog is perplexed.
Posts
5 comments:
Elton John would be proud. In fact, he may even be inspired by the level to which his Parisian admirer has cranked up the echo. Just something to think about for a future Vegas show...
I remember you guys showing me this in Paris. So funny.
Is that a Kamas accent I hear from that guy? (this is Rod, Hilary Fleming Smoot Zwahlen's husband)
Really funny video ...
I lost it when he says "when jealousy burrrrrns"
hilarious.
My favorite part is during the short instrumental break, when the guy gives me a deadly laser stare. I think I waved to him or gave him a thumbs-up; something lame like that. It was a brief reminder that he was something more than just a spectacle; he was a human being, demanding me to stop reducing him to a simple category -- "Parisian subway Karaoke dudes". And then, seamlessly, he slips back into the warm sea of reverberating minus tracks, and it's as if he's showing me what it's like to be invisible to someone.
I also like how he gets up on his tip-toes when he's hitting the high notes.
By the way, thanks for making me miss Paris even more with all these blog posts. I always looked forward to the metro musicians. (Did you know that they actually have to get a gov. issued permit to perform there? I wonder if they have to audition?)
I especially enjoyed the ending where you cut to the interior of the Sainte-Chapelle. It's too bad that guy doesn't perform there instead of the metro (however, that massive reverb would probably bust all the stained glass...)
Post a Comment