If it ain’t Boyz II Men, Journey or Kelly Clarkson, I won’t sing it to drunk people
The first time I ever sang karaoke as an adult, I realized something about myself: I feel naked when singing without a guitar strapped to me. (Or clothes. But that’s to be expected.)
As the singer in a rock band for which I also play guitar, I’m used to having a six-string shield protecting my vital organs. Even when I’m not playing, I don’t really have to worry about what my hands are doing. They can go on the guitar or mic stand and I generally don’t look any more foolish than usual.
But the moment you take that guitar and mic stand away and make me hold on to the microphone, any sense of security I had is gone. I thought I was scarred for life until the last time I did karaoke, with a very forgiving (read: intoxicated) crowd of co-workers and some stellar song choices. See what I performed below.
Boyz II Men by The End of the Road
I performed this song at a karaoke bar with three male coworkers, with whom I shared a cubicle affectionately known as “The Man Cube.” Despite the misogynistic tone implied by this moniker, we were a sensitive, inclusive bunch with a soft spot for early ’90s R&B. I don’t think I’d ever perform this song again without the aforementioned gentlemen.
Don’t Stop Believing by Journey
The head manager of our team made me perform this song before he left early. It was a potentially humiliating situation, but I made sweet lemonade out of the figurative musical lemons.
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