Thursday, January 17, 2013
Jump, Jive An' Wail
I use that as my title because I know how much Rish hates the music from the swing revival of the mid to late nineties, and I love to bug him. Also, it kind of appropriately describes what we did on the last night of the trip to Vegas for the New Media Expo. Rish was determined to go to karaoke one night, and now that there was only one night left, it had to be this one. On the first night in Vegas, we went in search of karaoke, not to actually do the karaoke thing, but to make sure we had found a place that did it, so we could invite any Dunesteef listeners that live in the area to come and participate with us. Rish remembered having done karaoke at a casino he'd stayed at for New Year's Eve two years prior. He wasn't certain, but he thought it was at the Mirage. However, inside the Mirage, there was nothing that resembled karaoke at all. We wandered for a few minutes, and finally I resolved to man up and ask someone. There was the hostess to an in-hotel restaurant standing at her podium at the restaurant's entrance who looked to be unoccupied, so I walked up to her and asked her if she knew where we could find the karaoke room at the Mirage. Before approaching her, I hadn't realized what I had gotten myself into. She was very kind and helpful, she said there was no karaoke at the Mirage (and never had been, not even for one moment in the entire history of the casino. Not even once had a guest at the hotel gone so far as to sing in the shower), but she was so helpful that she looked it up for us on the computer at her podium. There was karaoke at the Imperial Palace, a casino that was directly across the street, every night of the week. There was also a really great place called Ellis Island with nightly karaoke as well. She was so helpful that I felt like a complete lecher in her presence. Such a nice girl, and all I could do was stare at her chest. But I couldn't be blamed! Her chest was impressive, and it was almost completely bared for me to see. She was wearing a dress with the most plunging neckline I've ever seen. It wasn't super low like that dress that Jennifer Lopez wore to the Grammies that one time... Catastrophe Baker and the Cold Equations), was next. It was hard to follow that. Luckily, there was a bunch of other folks between me and her, but as far as our group went, I was next. "Rio" by Duran Duran is a song that I've always liked, but I don't think I've listened to it enough times to sing it karaoke. I don't know if you can tell, but I got lost somewhere in the middle, and realized that I was supposed to be singing the words to a different melody. Then again, it's karaoke, isn't that how it's supposed to sound? I suppose I was intimidated by folks like Scribe who sang like top 10 contestants on American Idol. There were a few others who sang even better, including this one woman who did the most amazing version of "Proud Mary" that I've probably ever heard. She made Tina Turner and Credence Clearwater Revival sound like first day American Idol contestants. Renee seemed a little more reluctant to get up there and sing in front of everyone. She finally found a song that she was willing to sing in front of everyone, but wouldn't tell us what it was beforehand. But then she got called to the front, and it turned out to be: "La Bamba" is not what I was expecting, that's for sure, being that it's a song in a different language and all, but then again, Renee lives in California, and Spanish is so prevalent there that you can't help but pick a bunch of it up. Bryan Lincoln only listens to Death Metal, and said he couldn't find a song that he knew well enough to sing. We tried to convince him to do a normal song in a Death Metal style, but he wouldn't bite. We even found "Dragula" by Rob Zombie on the list, but still no dice. I guess karaoke isn't for everyone. At this point, the night was starting to wind down. I was super tired, due to our long walk to find the Imperial Palace, and I didn't feel up to singing another song. Scribe did sing a second one.