Come Sail Away With Me (you guys).
December 6th, 2001 by Kevin
Yee-ha. It’s karaoke night.I haven’t karaoked in a very, very long time; but tonight, D., my dad, and my dad’s girlfriend(whom I have never met and is probably my age) are going to go sing our little larynxes out. I can’t wait.
Possible song choices(One must take their karaoke experience very seriously):Fallin’ by Alicia Keys
Tell Me Somethin’ Good by Rufus
Chain of Fools by Aretha
Black Velvet by Alanna Miles
If anyone has suggestions for a good karaoke jam, e-mail me. The place we’re going to has every damn song written in the last two centuries. I can’t even lift the book off of the bar. I usually do well with some type of soul or Motown song, since I have kind of a deep and throaty voice. If I can’t think of anything good I usually do a Melissa Etheridge tune, or Nothing Compares To You by Sinead O’Connor. Last time we went, I tried to do Aretha Franklin’s Respect, and botched it pretty badly. But it could be the 40 Smirnoff Ices that I drank prior to the performance.
Karaoke is admittedly lame, cheesy, and evil; and karaoke bars are admittedly populated by the dregs of society, but I find karaoke to be quite fun, thank you very much. I’m trying to talk D. into singing some Rush, but he just isn’t having it. But he will if I do my Eric-Cartman-Singing-Styx impression.
I frankly don’t know if the world is ready for my Eric-Cartman-Singing-Styx impression.
More later - I’m off to the allergist to get poked, prodded, and de-snotted.
