That’s the name of my new biography. I haven’t written a word of it yet, but it will document each and every one of my karaoke adventures. Yeah, I know an instant classic. Anyways, my voice is made of pure glitter and feathers, in case you were wondering and unlike Jewel, people are mesmerized not by my vocal gold but more by the charisma I put behind each song.
So, I got my karaoke on with my two friends recently, and I was wearing a shirt I retired after last night. I was trying to pass off a large silk shirt as hip and it didn’t work. As I was saying, we sang the roof off the joint. We were the only ones singing, in fact. There was a huge bar with a handful of folks and just about every song was ours. I started to feel like we were hogging the mic, but what can you do when you’re a karaoke beast? As I was going through my karaoke repertoire, I decided to throw in a new one. I love me some Beyoncé and I love ‘Single Ladies’. Who doesn’t? Well it wasn’t so much the actual song but my rendition of it that put people ill at ease. I sounded like a screeching seagull and had a hard time keeping up. Oh for shame. I made up for it later by singing my classic “Baby One More Time”. But the memory of “Single Ladies” has been etched into my memory.
Here, you try it, then, THEN you can judge me. Only then.