(Editor’s Note: This post was first published on 6 December 2014.)
I plan to be at Nico’s in Little Italy tonight for karaoke. It’s been an overcast day in The ‘Burgh today. A light rain has fallen all day long. A great day to do laundry. I’m almost done with my laundry.
I did make it to Armand’s Bar in Little Italy earlier today. I shot the breeze with a couple of the regulars and the bartender and I ate peanuts and drank beer and watched television. Beyond the window, Liberty Avenue seemed bleak and uninteresting. I wish my life was more exciting; then I would have more interesting things to blog about.
Before I retired I seldom used any of the dead-end jobs that I worked as material for my fiction. I did use my three years in the army (one year in Vietnam) and my life as a professional college student for material for my fiction.
And if I’m being totally honest with myself, I have used hanging out at Armand’s Bar and singing karaoke at Nico’s as material for my fiction.
I guess the lesson is, no matter what kind of life you live, it’s all great material for your art, no matter what your art may be, if you know how to use it.
Well, I have my two songs for karaoke down pat (The Doors). I won’t have to look at the monitor. I’ll be dressed basically in black (a black bandana around my bald head, my face clean shaven and turquoise love beads around my neck) and I’ve been doing my Jim Morrison moves. I’ve had over two weeks of breathing and stretching exercises so that my breath control is pretty good (you must sing from the diaphragm).
I’m ready to once again give a demonstration of karaoke as performance art.
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