Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Big NYC Debut

I think it's safe to say that Karaoke has become the relationship in my life. I feel very committed and I truly do not think there is anything that could come in the way of me and my plans to rock the hell out as much as physically possible. That being said, I decided to take my new-found talent on the road. Now just to back up a moment, I have had mostly positive feedback on my karaoking. Let's all try to stay balanced here and understand that most of these commentators are friends and family and would never tell me if I was awful. I know that I can't sing BUT I also know that I can absolutely rock out. So the most common comment is 'Your performance more than makes up for your singing.' Totally fine with this.

So last night I decide that since I 'sort of' have off of work all week' I am going to go and see my favorite (only one I know) live band karaoke band at their home bar in NYC: Arlene's Grocery. What I've heard of this place is that it's a total dump. Awesome. I get a group of girlfriends together and we're on our way.

We go to dinner first. Fine. Head over to the bar and get there a little before 10. Me and a friend sign up to sing as soon as we walk in and the list is already almost filled. Just to keep this in perspective...when the band comes to Red Bank to perform at the Downtown, they have to pry people out of their chairs to sing - or at least wait until they are wasted enough to lighten up. So whatever...we sign up and let the good times roll.

One by one these singers go up and they are just phenomenal. Clearly they are all in the performing arts and me and my friend continue to look at each other and contemplate leaving instead of facing the music. I mean these people were legit singers. And now I'm even more nervous than I was when I first got there...and the guy standing in front of me who is practically shitting himself farting all over the place is not helping to lighten my mood. I'm ready to vomit instead.

Regardless of these nerves, they call the name of the guy who I know is before me. At first glance he appears homeless. Second glance he looks like Gandhi...and cannot sing to save his life. Perfect. This is the ideal situation I have been waiting for because the girl who just rocked out to Led Zeppelin really took the house down. So they call my name. Holy shit. How am I going to get up on stage in New York City and sing in front of these awesome talents?

So as I head up to the stage the only thing I can think about is whether or not I am visibly sweating through my rockstar shirt. As I approach the stage, the lead singer reaches his hand out to help me onto the stage. I grab it...take a large step and proceed to COMPLETELY MISS the stage and smash into it instead...leaving a massive bruise on my thigh (just in time for NYE and my hot dress), a hyper-extended wrist and mounds of humiliation. Nevertheless - I rocked Journey's 'Anyway You Want It' better than ever - according to friends - and had a fantastic time. I would do it again in a heart beat.

Just wanted to share that embarassing moment with you all. I'll keep you updated on my shenanigans as they continue to ensue.

Cheers.

1 comment:

  1. "Who rocks the house? Erin rocks the house and when Erin rocks the house, she rocks it ALL THE WAY DOWN!" Hahahaha - Can't wait to hear about the next singing engagement.

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