(Editor’s Note: This blog post was first published on 2 September 2016.)
Welcome, welcome, welcome to today’s edition of the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, a Pittsburgh centric online girlie magazine (but with an international audience) about blogging, karaoke, movies, sexy stories, television and topless models! The Gazette is an online magazine of culture strictly for adults. Guy Hogan is my name and blogging and karaoke are my games.
How’s that for an introduction?
Here at The Gazette we take our karaoke seriously. Karaoke can be just for fun and in my opinion it can be an art form, too. When I sing karaoke, I try to explore it as an art form. How do I explore it as an art form?
I pick a band (The Doors) and I try to imitate the singer (Jim Morrison). I practice Jim Morrison’s on stage persona, his body language and his vocal delivery. Sometimes I sound like Guy Hogan singing The Doors; but sometimes, when I’m lucky and in the pocket, I come close to sounding like The Lizard King.
The Doors were all about theatre early in their careers. They wanted to take the audience on a psychic journey. (In my opinion the first three albums of the band were very much about taking the audience on a psychic journey. After that they were just another very good rock ‘n’ roll band.) This is what I try to do when I sing The Doors. I try to take the audience on the same psychic journey that The Doors took their audiences on. A journey that was dark, mysterious, sexual and liberating. Night music. The music of dreams and the subconscious.
How do I try to take a karaoke audience on this journey? By body language. By breaking down everyday reality by screams, shouts, grunts, Jim Morrison spoken words and poetry and of course the music of The Doors. The music of The Doors (especially the band’s first three albums) was strange, night-time music; perfect for breaking up everyday reality and guiding an audience into the Universal Subconscious which can be frightening but very exciting and liberating. When The Doors were at their best, there was no band like them and there has not been another band like them since. I’ll try to put my theory of karaoke as an art form to the test this Sunday night at Sonny’s Tavern in Little Italy.
Hail to Pitt!
This is Guy Hogan reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. All photos of Isabeli Fontana used for this blog post were sampled from Egotastic All Stars. If you are not already a regular reader of this blog, but you like what you read and see, I encourage you to sign up for a free email subscription today.