Karaoke is alive and well in Little Italy in Pittsburgh. A few days ago, the Old Soldier (that’s me) was talking to Joe, the bartender at Armand’s in Little Italy. It was a warm, sunny late morning and only a couple of other customers sat at the bar. The beer sure tasted good.
I was telling Joe that the New Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette was not just about sex. Far from it.
I said, I was like the roving reporter for the magazine and the magazine covered culture. And that Little Italy was my beat. And that there were five bars within six blocks of Armand’s that had karaoke on different nights of the week.
How long has karaoke been around? Twenty years? Thirty years? The Old Soldier has been singing karaoke for at least fifteen years. Anybody can sing karaoke. Karaoke is not about good singing. If karaoke was about good singing there would be no karaoke.
But every once in a while you get people who can really sing. They sing so well that it’s like being at a concert.
I can’t wait for the first Saturday night in July. That’s when Nico’s in Little Italy has karaoke and the Old Soldier plans to be there. Nico’s attracts some of the best karaoke singers in the city.
When karaoke is good enough, it is performance art.
New Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette is a magazine of creative writing, culture and sex.