Karaoke Stories, Part 1
I was a frequenter of karaoke for many years. I probably still would be but everyone I used to go with has moved away. I’m not dying to go, mind you, or else I would. It was probably more fun for me when I was young and liked being drunk. Anyway, over a long period of time I would go, sometimes weekly, to karaoke at different places with different configurations of people. Most places were dive bars but we had good times. I should divulge that I am not a good singer. I throughly enjoy singing but I’m not good.
Today my iPod shuffled to Fast Car and as I was singing along I was reminded of a night at karaoke so many years ago. That particular bar had a karaoke contest every week so if you wanted to sing any time in the first couple of hours you had to enter the contest. It was judged by three random people. One was a very drunk woman who enjoyed hooting and hollering. Maybe she was the precursor to Paula Abdul. Anyway, my turn came up and I went up and sang Fast Car. When I got to the line, “And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone”, the drunk judge shouted, “YOU ARE SOMEONE!” It was the saddest affirmation I have ever received.
This made me laugh really hard for some reason. How did I not hear about this when it happened?
You were at college. I think it was around 1996. I have no excuse for not telling you in the 13 years since then.
As one of the people who used to attend karaoke with you regularly, I just have this to say: “YOU’RE HOT SHIT, BABY; HOT SHIT!”.
I miss karaoke with you!!!
i never did get drunk enough to get up and sing… (altho i’m not sure there’s enough tequila in the world to accomplish that…
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I LOOOOVE how some people at those things think that the song you chose to sing was some friggin deep personal song for you. As if, everyone chooses songs to finnaly telegraph how they realy feel deep down inside, to a room of drunken strangers. Not, “this is one of the few songs I think I can actually pull off.” Remember long ago I did Rock and Roll Suicide by David Bowie? Some strange, stranger of a woman passed by me on her way out and said that I did a good job, but I should try singing happy songs. RNR Suicide is actually an uplifting song if she would have paid attention to the lyrics at the end. Nope… the song has the word suicide in it… that’s a sad song and I must be troubled. people are funny.
Often in a very sad way.
Geo
P.S. I freeeeeakin miss you! Eek eek (monkey speak)
I didn’t move *that* far away. I can come down for karaoke sometime.