The blue lyrics appeared, bouncing over a cartoon microphone:
HERR WAGNER, 67, retired machinist. His wife, Greta, died six months ago. Every Friday night, he sets up the karaoke machine. The plastic case of the karaoke machine was the color of old teeth. Herr Wagner sat on the edge of the plaid sofa, the remote control in his hand heavier than a machined steel bolt. On the TV screen, a pixelated animation of a Rhein river scrolled by: green triangles for trees, a blue squiggle for water, a white dot for a steamship.
In the kitchen, a timer went off. It was the potato soup. Greta's recipe. He ignored it. He finished the song. The MIDI track played a final, triumphant, synthesized chord that faded into a click. The TV screen displayed a score: . "Nicht gut." midi karaoke deutsche schlager
"Ganz in Weiß, vor dir im weißen Kleid..."
He sang about the bride in white. He was not singing to the TV. He was singing to the framed photograph on the sideboard: Greta in 1972, at their wedding, before the factory closed, before the cancer, before the quiet. The blue lyrics appeared, bouncing over a cartoon
A small, slightly dusty living room in a German suburb, 1998. The walls are beige. There is a bulky cathode-ray tube TV, a stereo system with a double cassette deck, and the centerpiece: a Karaoke machine that also plays MIDI files from 3.5-inch floppy disks.
But to Herr Wagner, it was perfect.
Herr Wagner set the microphone down gently. He ejected the floppy disk. On the label, in faded blue ink, was Greta's handwriting: "Unsere Lieder – Disk 3."