This place had a cozy atmosphere and we had fun. I think the owner got up and sang a few ditties, which were great.
The karaoke festivities were hosted by this little old asian man with very few front teeth. He looked and acted drunk/retarded and ruled the lounge area with an iron fist of fury. He was very adverse to yelling and even mild swearing and he made his irritation known to all. Plus, the crowd liked to yell "Freebird!" whenever someone got up on stage.
Little Karaoke man felt compelled to say between each performance to "stop shouting names of songs at me. Do not be yelling songs at me. If you would like to request a song, write it on a request form. No yelling or swearing. No yelling of songs at me!" And he would often look in the direction of a noisy table, close his eyes and make a "shush"ing motion with his finger or he would close his eyes and put both his hands up in a "talk to the hand" maneuver.
When our friend's turn came up, our table started chanting his name and Mr. Meanie reprimanded us to "stop yelling songs at me."
He had everyone baffled.