Yeah, I’ve Got Something Else. . .

The last post was frakking long, but I thought of one other thing to share.  My roommate’s birthday was this weekend.  A party occurred at a karaoke club which rents private rooms.  At any one time, we had about 15 people in there, maybe a few more, but people were coming and going. 

Anyway, I was nervous.  I only knew Jason and the girl he is dating (well, I have met her a few times) and one other guy.  I didn’t want to sing, and the other people were enthusiastic enough that I could have avoided it with no problem.  But as I watched one other person repeatedly refuse to sing, I thought:  “I have been that guy all my life.  Why not just get out there and do it?”  Some of the people were good, but some of them were terrible.  I knew I would be somewhere on the spectrum, so what could hurt?  Finally, after a good hour of screwing up my courage, I dialed in SWEET CAROLINE (a song I knew would be easy to sing and a crowd favorite).  I have no idea how I sounded — probably flat-toned and shaky, especially in the first verse.  But I survived, and everyone loved singing along!  I even did a second song a bit later, SWEET CHILD OF MINE, which I know I was very flat on but which I feel I picked up during the “Oh Oh Oh Where do we goooooooooo?” bits at the end.  Nothing like hearing everyone scream and clap when both of my songs began, so I knew the songs were good choices. 

Anyway, I wanted to share that.  I had a great time the whole party, singing along with everyone.  And I actually did something that scared me to death.  Not bad at all. 

PS — They only had about 3 country songs, and not one of them was FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES!  What’s up with that?  Stupid California. . .