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It was my wife's work Christmas party/dinner this past Friday, the radio stations where I used to work. Most everyone there knows me, either from when I was there, or from my periodic visits to see my wife with baby in tow.
The entertainment for the evening was karaoke. Now, I should be up front and admit that I can't really sing. But after imbibing some delicious alcohol, I believe I can sing like Frank Sinatra.
So, after three glasses of wine, I went up and sang Music of the Night from Phantom of the Opera, a number that I sang once on karaoke on another occasion with limited success. I know the song pretty well, as I've heard it many times.
As expected, my voice was beyond pitchy, and it always hitches in the middle registers. But I sang it all the way through, holding the notes (near the end of the song) for a really long time.
Needless to say, I didn't sound like Michael Crawford. Paul Potts, either.
But for that shining moment, I was Paul Potts on stage at Britain's Got Talent, singing my heart out, drunk on red wine. And with karaoke, well, lots of people can't sing, but lots more won't get up and do it.
And when I was finished, everyone gave me a standing ovation. I felt really proud.
The lady who co-hosts the morning show on the classic hits station told I did a fine job, although she might have been drinking, too.
Hey, it's not easy to sing opera. I sure as hell can't. But I tried.
The entertainment for the evening was karaoke. Now, I should be up front and admit that I can't really sing. But after imbibing some delicious alcohol, I believe I can sing like Frank Sinatra.
So, after three glasses of wine, I went up and sang Music of the Night from Phantom of the Opera, a number that I sang once on karaoke on another occasion with limited success. I know the song pretty well, as I've heard it many times.
As expected, my voice was beyond pitchy, and it always hitches in the middle registers. But I sang it all the way through, holding the notes (near the end of the song) for a really long time.
Needless to say, I didn't sound like Michael Crawford. Paul Potts, either.
But for that shining moment, I was Paul Potts on stage at Britain's Got Talent, singing my heart out, drunk on red wine. And with karaoke, well, lots of people can't sing, but lots more won't get up and do it.
And when I was finished, everyone gave me a standing ovation. I felt really proud.
The lady who co-hosts the morning show on the classic hits station told I did a fine job, although she might have been drinking, too.
Hey, it's not easy to sing opera. I sure as hell can't. But I tried.
