Thursday, October 20, 2005

Larkin and the Empty Orchestra
or
Don't Worry If It's Not Good Enough For Anyone Else to Hear

Lord only knows what posessed me to do it, gentle readers, but I publicly participated in karaoke. In Ursa's cafe, to be exact. Instead of going home at 10.30pm, I sang to an audience of complete strangers until well past midnight. And you know what? I fucking loved it.

I spent 2 hours there, singing and listening to other people's poor renditions of Queen and Celine Dion. As for myself, I sang "Space Oddity" by David Bowie, "Criminal" by Fiona Apple, and "A Day In The Life" by The Beatles - a fine assembly, if you ask me.

"Space Oddity" didn't garner much applause. However, "Criminal" brought down the house. I did my best Fiona Apple impression, paced the stage, took my floating mic into the audience, danced on a table, lead with my hips, and made eye contact with EVERYBODY. People loved it. "A Day In The Life" went over pretty well, too, because peoople rather wanted me to do another number. (I should have done "Bohemian Rhapsody," but that's ok. There's always next time.) I recited the words with candor and a few ad lib bits of choreography. It got a couple of claps. My friend David looked at me like I was insane when I stared into his eyes, singing "I'd love to tu-u-u-rn . . . y-o-o-u-u . . . o-o-on . . ."

Gentle readers, I've come to the conclusion that I really, truly, deeply enjoy karaoke. If they hadn't broken down the equiptment at midnight, I would have stayed all night, singing every Beatles song they had, moving on to Aerosmith and The Doors when they ran out. I fear the day that I find karaoke when I'm drunk!

Never felt so good in my LIFE.

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