The other night I went to a Karaoke bar in Burbank with some amigas and my boyfriend. This place has some great regulars who make the night incredibly exciting.
Did I sing? Of course. Was I good? No.
I have my 2 go-to-songs and unfortunately I strayed away from them. I have a whole routine for my “There’s No Business Like Show Business” in the style of Ethel Merman and for my “Bust a Move” in the style of Young MC. I decided to pick “Call” by Backstreet Boys because I was singing it in my car on the way there and thought I sounded pretty darn good. The moment the Backstreet Boys weren’t there to be my back-up singers I sucked. It was so long, the call wouldn’t end. And I began talk-singing, my go to style when I just can’t sing. I even talked into the microphone, apologizing to everyone for my horrible rendition. Mostly people were ignoring me, which I was thankful for. Maybe I should develop my Cher…. but boy bands are for sure a no-go.
Did a duet of “Total Eclipse of the Sun” with my lovely best friend pictured above. She can actually sing so I just tried to match pitch, which worked.
Like a crazy person, I need to rehearse for my next karaoke debut.
I hear Tuesday night is Sardo’s Porn Night where Porn Stars come out and go singing. Sounds like a party. Unfortunately I don’t know if I am going to have time to do it before I have to get back to Sweden. So crazy. In 2 weeks I am going to be back in Uppsala and this trip will be like a dream.
Crazy Shit.
//Caitlin
