Dear God, what an impact this album made on the company that I worked at. My co-partners and I constantly played Shat's "Mr. Tambourine Man" at least twice a day to annoy the hell out of the receptionist, usually saving the last part where Shat screams out "MR. TAMBOURINE MAN!!!!" for when her phone would ring and she would pick it up.

Needless to say, she didn't last very long. It was kinda like Murphy Brown and her endless line of secretaries. Hindsight being as it is, I suppose we shouldn't have tortured her so much.

On another note, there is a website that lets users karaoke with Shat.

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