The night before the 15Th anniversary of my 29Th birthday, Wayne took me to Snoqualmie Casino in Washington. On Sunday nights they have Rockaraoke. You get to sing with a real live band, complete with backup singers, long haired guitar players, beret sporting key board player and a rockin drummer.
It was a far far greater thing than I have ever done.
Since sometime in the seventies I have been singing Journey songs; badly. Yet I dreamed of the day when I could sing one with a real live band. I also dreamed many many naughty things about Steve Perry, but that is not for today.
And then on the eve of my 44Th birthday, Wayne, the real man of my dreams made my rock and roll fantasy come true, by waiting through two hours of singers, some worse than me, till it was my turn.
I sang “Don’t Stop Believin’”, badly, live on stage with a rock and roll band, and a karaoke prompter. Though I have been singing these songs forever, it took seven Mac & Jacks to work up the nerve to go on stage, and I may have sneaked a peak or two at the words.
It was so much fun; I don’t think I can ever karaoke again, because it would be such a letdown after that. I didn’t sing well, but I sang loud and I sold it all the way home. The crowd cheered when they heard the opening of the song and they danced and sang along and applauded when I was done. It was awesome.
You may be wondering if my rock and roll dream of singing with a band was somewhat sullied because it was karaoke. I mean in a way you're paying the band to back you up and isn't that kind of like having sex with a prostitute?
Well... same thing, it would be better if you didn't have to pay for it, but it's still good.
So if you ever sang into your hairbrush, even just once, find a place with live band karaoke and go for it. You will not regret it, I promise.