I was just like Gwyneth Paltrow in that bad movie “Duets”
In an effort to branch out from our usual Night-Out routines (pizza and PBR at Home Slice, alienating the cool kids at Cuba Libre, etc), a group of girlfriends and I filled our Saturday night with the sounds of drunken karaoke at Common Interest, a north Austin strip-mall karaoke club.
We got there pretty early, and turned in our slips of song requests to the DJ, who eerily reminded me of the Roller Rink DJ when I was a kid. After ordering a bucket a beer for $10, we grabbed our seat by the stage.
The place was surprisingly busy with an alarmingly young clientele. Sure, there was the older guy who only sang Johnny Cash… and there was the cowboy in his 40’s who was loyal to Garth Brooks. But for the most part, the crowd was 20-30 something’s singing anything from Fiona Apple (my personal standby song) to Sublime to Whitney Houston.
The beginning of the evening was mildly awkward, people singing “safe” songs and standing on stage in a shy and timid sort of way….but as the night progressed (and the beer buckets grew empty) the fun really started to happen. I had the privilege of being backup singer and snapper to “Blue Bayou”, got a standing ovation for my rendition of Bonnie Raitt, witnessed the best Prince cover EVER, and had someone draw me a picture of a dog saying, “Ya’ll sing great!”
At one point, after a longer-than-usual applause to my solo performance of Beauty and the Beast, a fellow karaoker (“Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome Juuuuuuuulia!”) started giving me dirty looks. I guess that’s what you get for being this good.