Posts tagged ‘karaoke’

June 13, 2012

The Original is Always Best

Do you like cover songs?  I’m still making my judgement.  I was getting my spin on at the gym tonight when I heard a cover song that sounded like bad karaoke.  Karaoke rarely sounds good, but this cover was really bad.  It was Rhiannon by Best Coast.  They chose a Fleetwood Mac song to cover!  Really…  Bad decision, Best Coast.  No one can complete with Stevie.  No one.

Of all the songs out there, I wonder why Best Coast chose a song that already gets overplayed and exploited like a Kardashian.  At least try to choose a song that doesn’t recall ear bleeding moments in a smoky bar, because I am pretty dang sure I have heard Fleetwood Mac in every karaoke experience of my life.  That and Journey.  Ugh…  Don’t even get me started on Journey.  A friend once told me Don’t Stop Believing is the white people’s national anthem.  He is right.  I immediately think of bouncing, screeching girls and fist pumps.

The original is always the best.

October 4, 2010

Amateur Weekend

Lucy on our road trip

Last year's roller skates. Elvis, formerly known as Jesus, is in the background.

Call me lame but I packed up Lucy and left town for TX/OU weekend.  The thought of amateur night right out my front door was too much.  Traffic was hell but Lucy and I had a little karaoke time in the car.  Remember the post about the top 10 songs you are not supposed to love?  It was all over once I found the top 40 station.  “I hoped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan.” I was so focused on my performance that I missed my exit.  Twice.

We eventually made it to our destination, my parents’ house, where I then proceeded to spend Saturday evening and night watching tv in bed with mom and ice cream.  How could I not choose this over football?  While in bed I was recalling my own memories of TX/OU weekend just last year.  I too got my drink on and then refueled at Rocco’s before a post party of rooftop rollerskating until 5 am.  Perhaps I have matured over the last year because I had zero desire to do it all again…at least not with the amateurs.

Our drive home was a little different.  It was Sunday morning and I got curious about Jesus.  I thought I would see what this church thing is all about and find a sermon on the radio.  I lasted 15 minutes.  I ended up stopping at a pet store and buying a fish.  I named him Jesus.  It didn’t seem to fit so I later renamed him Elvis.

Oh my goodness!  I don’t think if I have introduced you all to Lucy yet.  She is my 6.5 year old black lab that goes almost everywhere with me.  80 lbs of love and gas.

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