Cure
If you are ever in danger of taking yourself too seriously, may I recommend you get together with some of the funniest, smartest, shiniest people you can round up on a weeknight, and head straight to your local karaoke bar.
By all means, pretend you are only going in your capacity as cultural observer, if it helps get you in the door. Insist to your cohorts that you don't sing. It will only make it all the more amusing when you are shaking them down later for cash with which to bribe the DJ into letting you take the stage for a fourth time, because OH MY GOD WE HAVE GOT TO SING ABBA.
I promise, the next day, you'll wake up 1000 lbs lighter, miraculously cured.
Of my four performances, one was a solo (Stay), one was singing back-up (S.O.S), and two were duets with my girlfriend Amy's husband. We killed with Summer Nights (where "killed" means "did not disgrace ourselves"). Then cleared the entire front row of tables out with Don't Go Breaking My Heart. If I should ever happen to go on book tour, I'm bringing him with me.
By all means, pretend you are only going in your capacity as cultural observer, if it helps get you in the door. Insist to your cohorts that you don't sing. It will only make it all the more amusing when you are shaking them down later for cash with which to bribe the DJ into letting you take the stage for a fourth time, because OH MY GOD WE HAVE GOT TO SING ABBA.
I promise, the next day, you'll wake up 1000 lbs lighter, miraculously cured.
Of my four performances, one was a solo (Stay), one was singing back-up (S.O.S), and two were duets with my girlfriend Amy's husband. We killed with Summer Nights (where "killed" means "did not disgrace ourselves"). Then cleared the entire front row of tables out with Don't Go Breaking My Heart. If I should ever happen to go on book tour, I'm bringing him with me.
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—Kyran, 3:19 PM
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4 Comments:
I loved the karaoke scene in "My Best Friend's Wedding".
Me, I break out in a cold sweat--not just over my lack of musical ability, but also flashbacks to teen-dom when music was a language EVERYONE else spoke, and I had no idea what they were all talking about.
Glad you had fun and found your inner diva.
This post has got to be the worst tease I have ever encountered. I was all excited that those links went to you SINGING on YouTube. Where are those videos?
Ah yes, this happened to me once with a horrible rendition of "You're the One that I Want." Except w/out the Olivia Newton-John, or the hot pants.
Did this on Sunday while we were on the coast taking care of my father-in-law. What a great way to blow off steam! I was a rock star (or so my sweet husband told me)!
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