A year ago there was something called "Krunkaoke" every wednesday night at a club nearby. I went religiously and became one of the few creepy superstar regulars who dropped hot gangsta classics every Wednesday. The first time I went I was really nervous, but after doing "How We Do" by The Game, I was hooked. Eventually Krunkaoke became too packed (is that possible?), and they cancelled it!
Desperate for a Karaoke fix, I started going to Rain, which is a gay club a couple blocks from where I live. They had a cool light up stage, but the mediocre sound system and guys trying to grab my ass left me looking for alternatives.
Then one night it happened. I was working late and I thought I heard bad singing at the club downstairs. Could it be... Karaoke?
We raced down the stairs to the club. Sure enough, it was Karaoke. I did my first song, and it was fantastic. The sound system was great, which made it really easy to sing. The crowd was pretty light (it was a Tuesday), so we got to do six songs or so.
The next week I went again, but there was no karaoke. It was going to start being a regular event the following week. Luckily I met a cool promoter who is going to throw official Tynan's Angels parties (more on that later).
When the next Wednesday rolled around, I was prepared. I brought my own CD with several of my favorite songs. After destroying the crowd with one hit after another, a guy approached me.
"Hey, I'm the general manager here. Are you interested in hosting Karaoke every week?"
And that was that. Tonight is the premiere of what I like to call, "The Tynan Show featuring Karaoke". You will hear other people sing, you will hear me sing, and you can even bring in your own instrumental CD and sing a song we don't have. Dying to do that Beyonce song, but don't have anyone to be Jay-Z? I'll be Jay-Z. I personally only do gangsta rap songs, but the song list is mostly rock and roll.
So now you know what you're doing tonight (and every Wednesday for the rest of your life)! Come out and meet me. For those that don't know, it's at Firehouse Lounge, which is on Brazos St. off 6th, right across from the Driskill. I also get a tab for hosting, so if I still have some money left on it and you mention that you read my blog, I'll buy you a drink.
A good friend of mine back in the glorious UT days co-created a company called Impossible Entertainment (IMP) and throws parties and hosts clubs with girls in and around Austin. You should contact them. Awesome people and I think their experience would be really beneficial. Anyway, just being helpful. Here's their myspace: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=39183530
Every Wednesday Doug (a.k.a. DJ Doug) and I host Karaoke at a club called Firehouse Lounge in Austin, TX. The main reason I do it is because I love doing gangsta rap songs at Karaoke, and if I'm a host I get to sing more. Plus all of our friends come, so it's a really fun little event.
But last week was more fun than usual.
When I found out that my friend Elisia had a police taser, I immediately went to work trying to think of a good use for it. After a short while, Taseroke was born. The premise was simple - two people would sing a song of their own choosing and whoever the crowd thought did worse would get tased mercilessly by me.
There happens to be one song in the world that served as a catalyst for me to pursue music as an on-going passion. Several years ago, a friend of mine had told me of a new artist named Fiona Apple. She mentioned that I might like her stuff and recommended that I check her out. Well, a few weeks later, I was in a record store and came across one of those listening booth/kiosks that had several different CD's that you could hear songs from. Fiona Apple's debut album called "Tidal", with those gargantuan blue eyes staring out at you, was one of them . . .
I remember picking up a copy and thinking "Oh, this is that girl that my friend told me about". After looking throught the song titles in the back of it, one title stood out to me. It was number 7--a song called "Never Is a Promise". I thought it was such a simple but poetically provocative name for a song.
In the middle of this very busy record store, I put the headphones on, went to #7, and was hopeful that I would like what I would hear. I can honestly say that this event changed the way I looked at music. I heard this song with all of its power, hopeful defiance, angst, and beauty, and I was so inspired. I could relate to every word and understand every nuance in the music. The delicate inflections in her voice, the sense of mounting urgency in the piano, the mournful violins, and that tender moment at the end when she sings "You'll say I need appeasing when I start to cry"--I was never the same after this. This song changed me in ways that I can't even begin to explain.
Every now and then, I actually play this song on the piano and sing it when I'm alone in my room. I just love to play it so much.