Member Rara Avis
Some few years ago, for an anniversary celebration, I recorded several hours of call-in dedications from a special friend's favorite radio station, then I cut and pasted the announcer's on-air questions with my off-air (and sometimes ever-so-slightly risqué) answers. My friend knew that such dedications were time released, not live, so when my stereo started playing my audio concoction while we were eating dinner she honestly thought it was real.
The illusion was shattered, however, when the song I requested was sung, not by Kenny Rogers, but by me. She bought nearly fifteen minutes of dubious conversation without batting an eye, but I was completely busted after less than two bars of my singing voice.
Karaoke? Sadly, for me, it's no coincidence that word sounds so much like kamikaze. I was shot down big time.