That is a classic thread title... sounds like the start of a Fish blog/rant (anyone who followed him on his mailing list will know whereof I speak).
There is a great dive bar in Philly, on Locust Street over by Thomas Jefferson Hospital that has karaoke on Sunday nights, and for whatever reason, it's awesome. There's always the usual subjects (who think they are the next Arnel and that Jonathan and Neal are going to walk in and discover them) but for the most part it's very blue collar, and there is nothing better than watching a burly guy who you know spends most of his days hanging from a utility pole or something singing "Hungry Like The Wolf". I don't go up much, but after a car bomb or two, I've been known to break out the Bad Company.
Good stuff.