We ended up at this bar/lounge, and we were having a ball, laughing, talking, joking. Then, the 'entertainment' began. Imagine a fat Hawaiian, floral shirt and all. Now, give him a guitar...don't bother giving him skill with it. Add a keyboard/drum machine with a distinctively Hawaiian flavor. Now, turn the volume up entirely too high. Bad enough yet?
It gets worse. Have him singing covers of old songs and classic rock tunes. And, for the coup de grace, make sure he screws up 90% of the lyrics, and can't sing.
Whatever you just imagined...the reality is worse.
Hell, a good number of the songs were stuff I used to do with my band, so I know the lyrics intimately. I'm not kidding you when I tell you it was starting to cause nausea and physical pain. I wish he hadn't posted his name...it makes me want to track him down and kill him. For the good of the human race.