Now, with the Little One, we hardly get to go out. We decided to continue to take advantage of the MIL being in town and go out despite the bad news that we received this past week. The Hubby and I met up with some friends at a local bar this past Saturday night for a little bit of karaoke. The Hubby is a big fan of getting up there and sing. I may sing one or two songs depending on my self confidence that evening (or also how much liquid courage I’ve partaken).
Being a holiday weekend, the crowd was a little different than what we are used to. The Hubby and I drank perhaps a little too much thanks to our friends’ generosity. (I mean, I tried an Irish car bomb for the first time. It wasn’t bad… just don’t see what all the hype was all about). Good time was had by all, I believe.
Now, despite my slightly impaired state, I realized that the talent level of this particular evening was higher than normal. Some of them were right down pretty good. That sucked. Why? I believe that good singers cause an atmosphere that will prohibit the less timid from getting their butts up on stage to sing a song. I find that a little bit sad. Don’t get me wrong. I really don’t relish having to hear someone that sounds like a cat screeching. However, if anything, that helps encourages people to get up on stage because they think to themselves … “man, I can’t do worse than that guy”. Also, the good singers tend to pick songs that make them sound good (no matter what the subject matter is) instead of picking songs that will get the party crowd involved. It’s like “Lightning Crashes” by Live versus “Love Shack” by B52s. See the difference? Both good songs… but one is definitely a bit more welcomed by the party/bar crowd.
Don't worry, I did my small part in keeping the talent level in check… I suspect that I will hear from The Bangles about how awesome “Cinnamon” and I sounded at the mic for “Walk like an Egyptian”. It’s just a matter of time, I’m sure.