In eight days the Old Soldier returns to his beat in Little Italy. My anticipation is running high. I’m back to my breathing and stretching exercises in anticipation of karaoke at Nico’s the first Saturday night in April; and I’ve narrowed my karaoke selections to songs by The Animals. Since I know the lyrics by heart, it will be a great opportunity to once again present karaoke as performance art. I won’t have to look at the monitor. I’ll be able to give my full attention to the audience. Karaoke becomes concert.
I’ll have several business cards in my wallet. And if the opportunity presents itself, I’ll promote this magazine.
But the only time I go to Nico’s is on Saturday nights for karaoke. Armand’s on Liberty Avenue in Little Italy is where I hang out. The beer is cheap and the place opens around 10:00 a.m. The Old Soldier usually has a post up by late morning and he’s ready for a break. Only a few customers are in Armand’s at 10:00 a.m., retirees like myself or people who work the night shift.
I sit up front on a stool next to the window so I can watch Liberty Avenue as I sip my 16 0z. draft beer and think about life, death, sex, love and writing. I always have a notebook and two pens with me.
The longer I stay at Armand’s the younger the customers get and the more women come in; but I don’t like to stay past noon because I’ll go over my budget. The more I stay within my budget the more Saturdays I can go to karaoke at Nico’s, the longer my money last during the month.
Lately, I’ve been stopping at Armand’s on Saturday nights around 8:00 p.m. before walking on to Nico’s for karaoke. Armand’s has a totally different crowd at night. It’s a younger crowd, a hipper crowd, a crowd that might be interested in my humble online magazine for adults.
In eight days the Old Soldier returns to his beat in Little Italy…
This is the Old Soldier reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, a blog of art, creative writing, culture, local events and sex as art and entertainment.