I don't do karaoke. You know how some people don't like massages? They don't like massages; I don't like karaoke.
I dread karaoke. I hate karaoke. I can't sing - that is why.
I prefer career artists that have spent time honing their craft, as opposed to, 'I won a karaoke contest on a reality show and now I have a record.' That's such a drag. The music that comes out of it is so poor.
I have done my share of karaoke. There is a karaoke place right around the corner from me, and I have been there maybe 800 of 1,000 days I've been in L.A. A lot of songs I know now because of that place. I dig karaoke and have fun with it.
I've seen some beyond-amazing performers do karaoke who should be on stage somewhere, and I've seen people who you rather didn't enter the bar. That's the beautiful thing about it; it's for everybody.
I've had some good moments at karaoke. Back in the day, oh my gosh... before, I was more in the public eye. Nowadays, I don't do it as much because if you do, it's going to be on the Internet.
I lived in Koreatown for five years, and I lived blocks away from about seven karaoke bars.
Louis Armstrong's 'What a Wonderful World' is my ultimate karaoke song. It is a wonderful world. People forget we only have a certain amount of time, and it can all end at any moment. Armstrong and Frank Sinatra's 'My Way' are the ultimate one-two punch.
The best place for me is in my car, listening to my stereo. I am 'Mr. Karaoke Guy' in the car, completely. I just go with it and don't care what anyone else thinks - I'm singing, man!
I am 'Mr. Karaoke Guy' in the car completely. I just go with it and don't care what anyone else thinks - I'm singing, man!
