Singstar
I can't sing. I admit this freely, and I have no delusions on my ability to belt out music -- though I wish I could, and I highly admire those who can.
So Carl recently got this game called Singstar 80's (as he's a big 80's whore!) and we played the game together a couple of nights ago. One the screen it graphs out the "proper" notes, and then your pitch is overlayed, showing how (in)accurate your singing is compared to the original track.
Okay, my "graph" jolted up and down like Bart Simpson's hair. Did I mention I lack any vocal control whatsoever? :: laugh :: It was no surprise, then, that Carl won all of the challenges.
In the car afterwards I belted out some 80's tune on the radio, and Carl just glared at me. "Okay, just because Singstar didn't boo you, doesn't mean I won't."
Love you too honey. ^^;;;;
So Carl recently got this game called Singstar 80's (as he's a big 80's whore!) and we played the game together a couple of nights ago. One the screen it graphs out the "proper" notes, and then your pitch is overlayed, showing how (in)accurate your singing is compared to the original track.
Okay, my "graph" jolted up and down like Bart Simpson's hair. Did I mention I lack any vocal control whatsoever? :: laugh :: It was no surprise, then, that Carl won all of the challenges.
In the car afterwards I belted out some 80's tune on the radio, and Carl just glared at me. "Okay, just because Singstar didn't boo you, doesn't mean I won't."
Love you too honey. ^^;;;;