Don’t Worry, Be Happy
Being Blue, everyone expected Herbie to do B. B. King, John Lee Hooker, or maybe Marcia Ball–the blues–at Karaoke night, but no, he did “Don’t Worry, Be Happy . . .”
Tattoo?
Elton (pictured) was well educated; he had a degree in Political Science from the University of Phoenix (on line), he knew the words to all of the Lady GaGa songs, and he did quite well with them at Karaoke night. But he was a flop with chicks–he couldn’t get a date to save his life. He wondered if getting a tattoo might help as part of an extreme makeover . . .
A Tattoo?
Elton (pictured) was well educated; he had a degree in Political Science from the University of Phoenix (on line); he knew the words to all of the Lady GaGa songs, and he did quite well with them at Karaoke night. But he was a flop with chicks–he couldn’t get a date to save his life. He wondered if getting a tattoo might help as part of an extreme makeover. . .
Elvis Night
Eldridge was going to the karaoke Elvis night and thought he had a good chance at winning the best Elvis in Galveston. He had Heartbreak Hotel and Jailhouse Rock down cold and a really lifelike deep, resonant “Thenk yew very much.” Did he get the hair right though . . . ?
Center Stage
While Angie didn’t have a bad voice and looked pretty darn good, she was no Cher or Madonna–not even Cyndie Lauper–but still she had to be center stage, out front whenever the girls got together to do Karaoke. She had dreams of a recording contract, maybe even the movies, but her friends knew how that would end up: Prom queen this year, three babies, an ex-jock husband working at the mill, and a minivan in five years. Oh well, they thought, it doesn’t hurt to dream. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Elvis Impersonator
Tex had been too embarrassed to sing very loud in high school, but with the anonymity of a Karaoke bar, all restraints were lifted. Tex had prepared a series of Elvis songs, including Jail House Rock and Heartbreak Hotel, and he thought he sounded pretty good. His friends who were honest enough to speak frankly said, “No, it was more like a combination of Bob Dylan and Madonna with Tom Jones overtones”. . . . . David, Sf.G.