I’ve never understood the allure of Karoke. In my estimation, people generally fall into two Karoke categories – the ones who think they can sing (but can’t) and the ones who can really sing (and make everyone else look lame). So usually you have the serious people in the crowd that do it week after week – the regulars... then you have the drunk goobers that thinks it’s funny to go up and sing 50 Cent (which, it kinda is funny). How those two crowds get along with each other is beyond me.
Like I mentioned, I don’t understand why people like to get up on stage and sing songs that aren’t theirs. I don’t think I’m a bad singer, nor do I shy away from publicness, but I’ve never had the urge to get up on stage. It’s probably because I’m a little cynical. Well, last night I did something that I never thought I would do in my lifetime. I sang Karaoke with Scoot, Bevron and Shaun at Winslow’s City Market Barbeque.
After dinner and a few beers, the group dragged me up on stage and we all sang “Take Me Home, Country Roads.” It’s said that all you have to do is sing one Karaoke song and you’re hooked. While I wasn’t all that hooked, Aaron and I came through on a long-running joke and teamed up to sing “Ghostbusters.”
I had fun, but, last night’s was Scoot’s to steal. In easily one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a very long time, we somehow convinced Scoot to go up on stage and sing a song from “The Phantom of the Opera.” Not only did he sing the song (with some nice back-up from Shaun), but he also wore a torn napkin on his face, as to look more like the Phantom himself.
I don’t know if I’ll make Winslow’s a weekly stop, but I guess it’s safe to say that I’m not opposed to singing anymore.