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May. 18th, 2007 09:36 amLast night, in honor of the occasion of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
broqued's date of birth, I went to Quenchers, home of tater tot pizza and live band karaoke. I was more excited about the singing, so excited that I nearly puked before I had to go on stage. Oh wait, that wasn't excitement, that was straight up nerves. But! I was fairly pleased with my solo performance of Jet's "Are You Gonna Be My Girl", even if I did struggle to hold both my cigarette and the piece of paper with lyrics (without having it be obviously shaky). And! I even made it gay, changing it to Are You Gonna Be My Boy. Afterwards, several straight men complimented my performance and gave me "the fist bump", which I found utterly hilarious.
Later I attempted a duet of REO Speedwagon's "Take it On the Run", which didn't feel as good -- partly because it was the first song after the break, the crowd had waned, and my co-singer was actually in the bathroom when they unexpectedly called us up, so she was a little rushed to the stage. But, I think we probably did much better than we give ourselves credit for.louche tackled the song of her childhood muse (Whitesnake's Here I Go Again) and unfortunately had a drunken co-singer that she didn't ask for, but she did alright with courteously ignoring him. foxycoxy ended out night with a dedication to the Birthday Dandy, with a Pretenders song. But, I think my favorite moment came earlier when Coxy asked me for advice on utilizing the mic.
"You just put your mouth right up on it, huh?"
"Yeah, get as close as you can and sing loud, otherwise you can't hear it. Don't be afraid. Just put it right up to your lips."
"Like, touching it with your lips? With all those germs?"
I looked at the person who had, ten minutes earlier, sliced up an ice cream cake onto paper napkins she pulled out of a plastic bag, and passed it around to dozens of people to eat -- in a bar -- and said, "yeah, I'm not too worried about the germs."
My ears are still ringing. The host guy of the band was obnoxious, but the band itself was cool. It didn't really feel like karaoke to me, it felt like being in a rock bar with a mediocre cover band, which can be fun in its own way, especially when I probably go back at some point to perform "Since You Been Gone."
broqued's date of birth, I went to Quenchers, home of tater tot pizza and live band karaoke. I was more excited about the singing, so excited that I nearly puked before I had to go on stage. Oh wait, that wasn't excitement, that was straight up nerves. But! I was fairly pleased with my solo performance of Jet's "Are You Gonna Be My Girl", even if I did struggle to hold both my cigarette and the piece of paper with lyrics (without having it be obviously shaky). And! I even made it gay, changing it to Are You Gonna Be My Boy. Afterwards, several straight men complimented my performance and gave me "the fist bump", which I found utterly hilarious. Later I attempted a duet of REO Speedwagon's "Take it On the Run", which didn't feel as good -- partly because it was the first song after the break, the crowd had waned, and my co-singer was actually in the bathroom when they unexpectedly called us up, so she was a little rushed to the stage. But, I think we probably did much better than we give ourselves credit for.
louche tackled the song of her childhood muse (Whitesnake's Here I Go Again) and unfortunately had a drunken co-singer that she didn't ask for, but she did alright with courteously ignoring him. foxycoxy ended out night with a dedication to the Birthday Dandy, with a Pretenders song. But, I think my favorite moment came earlier when Coxy asked me for advice on utilizing the mic."You just put your mouth right up on it, huh?"
"Yeah, get as close as you can and sing loud, otherwise you can't hear it. Don't be afraid. Just put it right up to your lips."
"Like, touching it with your lips? With all those germs?"
I looked at the person who had, ten minutes earlier, sliced up an ice cream cake onto paper napkins she pulled out of a plastic bag, and passed it around to dozens of people to eat -- in a bar -- and said, "yeah, I'm not too worried about the germs."
My ears are still ringing. The host guy of the band was obnoxious, but the band itself was cool. It didn't really feel like karaoke to me, it felt like being in a rock bar with a mediocre cover band, which can be fun in its own way, especially when I probably go back at some point to perform "Since You Been Gone."
