There I was, wandering around the nighttime tropical heat of Singapore. With a sweet corn ice cream in one hand and a belly full of chicken rice, I was making for the juice stand I had found the previous night. A cornucopia of juiced fruits, some familiar and many not, it was a marvelous attraction. I hoped it's forbidden flavors would help sooth my spicy food delirium.
It was on my way to this shop where I encountered a mysterious form of busking. It consisted solely of an old lady on a chair and a barebones Karaoke system. Perhaps its better that you just listen: