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Thursday, 03 May 07
The karaoke crazies: me, Lynsey, Sunny, and Molly (our photographer).
I was scared, sweating even hoping Lynsey didn't pressure me into going up there alone and singing "Touch Myself."
This was a good karaoke place – the Little Red Hen – a dive bar in Seattle that drew all sorts of crazy college students from the University of Washington on Wednesday nights. They, undoubtedly, were all music majors, and quite possibly all American Idol rejects.
So there we were at a place for professional karaoke singers. Lynsey is far from being a professional singer even though her boyfriend has a monster karaoke machine at his house. This ain't no Toys 'R Us rinky dink machine, it's serious. Nonetheless, Lynsey always says everyone should get out of their comfort zone and try karaoke singing sometime. The last time I sang karaoke was at a frat party in college where only drunk substandard singers got in front of the room. Everyone laughed, took a shot, and carried on with their brainless foofaraw.
Me, Sunny, Alisa Brandle (she was nearly a pro), and Lynsey.
The point we like to make at SheJumps is to take a risk, even if it's as inconsequential as karaoke singing. We all went up, screeched "Earl Had to Die," and definitely got looks from the crowd – "What are those amateurs doing up there?" – but it was awesome!
It was an absolute blast making a moron out of myself, and best of all no one could here my singing because the MC had enough foresight to give me the broken mike.
Go out and give it a try sometime.
The life of a professional karaoke singer
Comment on this PostThe karaoke crazies: me, Lynsey, Sunny, and Molly (our photographer).
I was scared, sweating even hoping Lynsey didn't pressure me into going up there alone and singing "Touch Myself."
This was a good karaoke place – the Little Red Hen – a dive bar in Seattle that drew all sorts of crazy college students from the University of Washington on Wednesday nights. They, undoubtedly, were all music majors, and quite possibly all American Idol rejects.
So there we were at a place for professional karaoke singers. Lynsey is far from being a professional singer even though her boyfriend has a monster karaoke machine at his house. This ain't no Toys 'R Us rinky dink machine, it's serious. Nonetheless, Lynsey always says everyone should get out of their comfort zone and try karaoke singing sometime. The last time I sang karaoke was at a frat party in college where only drunk substandard singers got in front of the room. Everyone laughed, took a shot, and carried on with their brainless foofaraw.
Me, Sunny, Alisa Brandle (she was nearly a pro), and Lynsey.
The point we like to make at SheJumps is to take a risk, even if it's as inconsequential as karaoke singing. We all went up, screeched "Earl Had to Die," and definitely got looks from the crowd – "What are those amateurs doing up there?" – but it was awesome!
It was an absolute blast making a moron out of myself, and best of all no one could here my singing because the MC had enough foresight to give me the broken mike.
Go out and give it a try sometime.
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