The Karaoke Nation was out in full force at Nico’s in Bloomfield (Little Italy) last night. And it was a karaoke crowd. See some crowds are not karaoke crowds. They’re there to eat, drink, laugh and talk. But last night the nation was into the music. And the place was packed. Standing room only.
I got there early so that I could get a seat, a little table with two chairs near the action. But as the night wore on and the nation got bigger, I had to move and stand up against the wall so that I could see. No problem. I wasn’t the only person standing to see.
I re-established contact with a few women that I know and the Old Soldier was in good form. Although, I muffed the lyrics to We Gotta Get Out of This Place by The Animals. I like to memorize the lyrics so that my attention stays on the crowd (and on the cordless mike when I toss it in the air–haven’t dropped it yet), but a quick glance at the monitor and I was back on track.
There was a much larger number of older (40s and up) people than usual in the nation last night. And everyone got along and had a good time.
If I manage my money right, I’ll be a part of the nation again next Saturday night.
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Hello, my brother and sister readers and writers from all over the world! The Old Soldier is rested and refreshed after being a part of the Karaoke Nation yesterday and after a good night’s sleep. Today, I’ll probably stroll into Little Italy (the temperature is in the 40s) and spend some time at Armand’s talking to Joe the bartender and drinking draft beer while I watch Liberty Avenue and think deep thoughts about life and writing.
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This is the Old Soldier reporting from near the University of Pittsburgh.