If you can sing a little and have a little showmanship in you, karaoke might be your calling. A few beers will provide the liquid courage. I know I can’t do karaoke sober. You have to be an exhibitionist to do karaoke right.
Hello hello hello, my brother and sister bloggers, readers, writers and karaoke enthusiasts from all over the world! It’s the Old Soldier here reporting for duty on what will be a warm (high around 77), sunny day in Pittsburgh. Welcome to my little flash fiction blog.
I think I’ll take my books back to the public library today and pick up a couple more books. A writer has to constantly feed the mind. But I digress.
Well, I won’t be attending karaoke at Nico’s in Little Italy here in Pittsburgh for at least two more Saturday nights, but I was there last Saturday night. Everyone had a good time. This one singer, an older guy who wore sunglasses in the dimly lit dinning room, where karaoke is held, and who had a head full of beautiful white hair, did a bang-up job singing “Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag” by James Brown. He could sing. Not only did he move and groove a little as he sang, but he even sounded a little like James Brown.
Nothing makes a karaoke crowd sit up and pay attention more than if a singer can “mimic” the singer he or she is covering. So, if you’ve memorized the lyrics, if you can move and groove, if you can maintain eye contact with the audience, if you can modulate your voice to fit in with the music and not dominate the music, if you have a good voice and if you can actually mimic the singer, you will have turned karaoke into performance art, into theater.
Or, you can just drink a few beers and get up there and have fun.
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