Before I start this post - thanks so much to people who came to Karaoke. It was mostly people I already knew, but one reader, Curtis, came. I thought it was totally awesome that he read about Karaoke here and decided to go. Even better, he nailed Guns 'N Roses' Welcome to the Jungle. Also in attendance were my brother and his friends, Steve, Anissa, and Dan from work, and Todd and Doug who helped me run the show.
I had no idea what I was getting into. Things like "hey, I should probably have music for when no one is karaokeing" never even occurred to me. All I had was the leaked copy of Jay-Z's Kingdom Come, so I kept playing that. There was silence, there was no crossfading. That part of the show was a disaster. I also had no idea how to hook stuff up to their system, so the first hour was spent doing that. I felt really bad for people who came during that part.
Finally things got rolling, although I think only 4 people I didn't know sang songs. It wasn't too busy because the weather was cold.
Highlights included killing the scene with Todd. We sang a bunch of songs (some of them twice). One of the bartenders named Tony tried to sing "I wanna sex you up", but even with the help of Todd and I we couldn't figure it out.
The best part was when these drunk ghetto mexican guys came up and wanted to freestyle. They were giving me crap about my tiny laptop and stuff, but I played a beat for them. They started freestyling and then passed the mic to me. I was pretty intimidated - they sounded good and I'd never freestyled for anyone, let alone in public on a microphone. I had no option, though - this is one of those situations where bombing looks better than refusing to sing.
I started off really strong, and it kept getting better. Honestly it was probably one of my best freestyles ever and it probably seemed written. Even as it was happening all I could think of was "oh my god this is going so good - don't screw it up". I finished my turn and passed the microphone back. It was probably one of the best moments of my life - I've practiced freestyling every day since I decided to learn how to rap 6 years ago, and it paid off! Woo! I did it a few more times after that, but they weren't as good as that first one.
Anyway, it's tired and I'm rambling. Next week will be a much more polished operation - come out and sing / rap / dance with me!
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?
Last semester, one of the parts of my Literature class's curriculum was to do an in-depth analysis of multiple Seamus Heaney poems. For a little background, Seamus Heaney is an Irish poet famous of poems such as "Death of a Naturalist." He passed away last year.
A majority of his poems that we studied centered around one theme: childhood. He talked about his experiences as a kid, and he used a tone of nostalgia, implying that he wanted to go back. It frustrated me that he mainly talked about this topic.
In my eyes, his life was divided into two parts. The first, his childhood, was spent having all these amazing experiences that shaped his life. The second, his adulthood, was spent writing about his childhood.
To me, all he wanted to do was to go back. I felt as if he didn't enjoy his current life (adulthood) and reminiscing about his past was his way of coping. Now yes this is most likely an overgeneralization, but it made me think of this question: