Showing posts with label singing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label singing. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Karaoke!



I'm not sure if it's a secret or not, but one of my favorite outings is going to karaoke. The bigger the crowd, the better! In fact, one of the most fun evenings that I've ever had was singing karaoke in Tokyo, with our own private karaoke room! It was sound-proofed so that we bothered no one, and with just us, we were able to sing the entire time (because, as most of you karaoke fans know, that's the whole point of going to karaoke, right?)

This karaoke wasn't quite so posh -- it was typical American-style karaoke. A bar, a list, a DJ, the patrons. The digital age has certainly improved karaoke. With just a download, practically any song that you wish to sing can be downloaded to the laptop, and voila! karaoke stardom.

My all-time favorite karaoke tunes are by Blondie and Patsy Cline (big surprise there). The older songs really seem to be the most popular. I guess that singing karaoke satisfies my urge (somewhat) to perform and makes up for the lack of local theater troupes in the area.

What about you? Do you like to karaoke? What are your favorite tunes??

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

My strange dreams

I have a lot of strange dreams (who doesn't?). I'm usually lucky enough to remember them, which has rendered a lot of stories and interesting conversations over the years. Do you put stock in the goings-on of your dreams? I actually do.

My line of thought follows this logic: most people, if not all, have dreams about their teeth falling out. This is not an inspired dream, such as nervousness about a dental appointment or cavities or necessarily hearing about someone else's tooth dreams. For most, this is a completely original dream. However, most people have this dream, and it usually coincides with stressful situations (tests, workloads, etc). Therefore, there must be something to dreams and what we dream, right?

In my dreams last night, I was auditioning for a huge singing gig, like touring in a national festival or something, and I was worried that I would mess up, that I was not good enough, my band would be late, etc. My band gets there (with Spike from Buffy as the drummer, woohoo!), and we start to play. In the audience is none other than Lou Reed himself, clapping for us! He was going to help us become famous, and then there were rats and mice everywhere, and I woke up.

I was thinking of this dream as I drove to work this morning, and the first song on my iPod was "Viscious." Curiouser and curiouser.