It had been a strange costume party; everyone had come dressed as an assassin. But hey, everyone there was an assassin bug, what could you expect? Still, thought Herman (the host), it would have been nice if someone had been an Elvis , a Mick Jagger, perhaps Madonna, or maybe had worn a Richard Nixon or a Barack Obama mask. But that, thought Herman, was the problem in throwing a party for insects–the hive mentality ran strong . . .
Bonnie had done better at the local Karaoke bars singing than she had anticipated, and now she was headed for Nashville–country was her thing. But, she realized, in addition to Dolly Parton’s “big hair,” Rock stars like Madonna and Lady Gaga, also crowd pleasers, were never were short of bling and flash, and she thought she would follow suit. To begin with, she was thinking gold nails with mother of pearl inlays, spelling her name–either Gator Girl or Gator Baby–but decided not to use her boyfriend’s suggestion “Cold-Hearted Mama”.
Madonna knew it would be a painful and expensive trip to the tattoo shop, but there were standards that had to be maintained. First Lady Gaga, then Nicki Minaj, and now that little Disney twit Miley Cyrus, all trying to upstage the queen of weird. Time to step up the game and see who was a poser, and who was really weird. . . . . . David, Sf.G.
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.
The turnout for the SXSW film festival in Austin drew the usual crowd of Glitterati–Cher, Al Gore and his band the AlGoreRhythms, Lady Gaga, Brad Pitt, Madonna, Angelina Jolie, Donald Trump, Michelle Obama–even Al Sharpton made it as a guest of Spike Lee, as did three Marilyn Monroe, four Elvis and one Richard Nixon look-alikes (oddly, no Michael Jackson look-alikes), but when Willie Nelson showed up (possibly under the influence of mind-altering substances) with his trumpet, and claimed that he was Miles Davis reincarnated, it was suggested that he “quit tooting his own horn”. . . . . David, Sf.G.
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.
