If Diana Degarmo did that she’d be an American Idol today. One did Sir Mix-a-lot’s “Baby Got Back” and demonstrated by dropping her pants. But they did find other ways to bring home their songs. Musical ability is not why these girls are known as Golden Throats. It’s how I always pictured the Rainbow Room. She took it in good spirits and mimed choking on the microphone. set the elegant tone for the evening by saying to the first porn crooner “You’re not allowed to talk about how hot your pussy is”. They were accompanied by the usual assortment of buff porn kings who dyed their hair even though they're 25, and fat middle aged guys in pony tails and billowing Hawaiian shirts. The adult world’s elite showed up – twenty gum popping smoking bimbos in halter tops and hot pants, raccoon make up and (as Kevin said) enough silicone in their bodies to be legally considered a Mattel toy.
I knew we were in for a great evening when I saw the “Porn Star Karaoke” banner on the stage next to a menorah.
Laminated signs listed the rules, one being “No oral sex in the bathrooms”. My friend Kevin and I checked it out and needless to say it was a classy affair. There’s a bar tucked away in a Burbank strip mall between a cleaners and donut shop that on Tuesday nights presents “Porn Star Karaoke”.
