There is something a bit mesmerizing about karaoke.

At deafening volumes, karaoke to the Vietnamese is sort of what plinko pachinko is to the Japanese. Loud, mindless, and a tad bit enjoyable, Vietnamese people find refuge in the wailings of their fellow karaokers. I find myself sometimes satisfyingly staring blankly at the white words turning red as the monotonous beat with occasional high synth note hits.

Mind blowing.


July 6, 2011 Correction: Plinko is actually a game on the Price is Right. Thank you Sally Kikuchi for pointing out my blunder. I am glad you read my blog.