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Finding the right words

A few weeks ago I was on the fence when it came to signing up for the second level of Bad Dog’s musical improv class. I enjoyed the first level back when I took it last year. Thing is, it’s been a while since it ended, and I was back to feeling like I couldn’t trust the words coming out of my mouth. In the end I decided to go for it after some gentle nudging from the workshop director. Maybe part of the reason is that I want to try to live up to the reputation of Filipino people as karaoke-loving singer types.

My first class was this past Saturday. I think it went well, but I had a hard case of nerves for a lot of the class. There were many moments where i just froze when I couldn’t come up with the words. There was a moment when I was stuck coming up with a rhyme for “pendant,” which seems obvious now after the fact, but at the time I just drew blanks. I just stopped singing and had a look of panic on my face. From that point, I tried to recover, but I just didn’t get my confidence back for the rest of that song. Eventually, my teacher had to issue a challenge to me. The challenge was to not force rhyming in when it just won’t come. It seems to be more important to stick within the given rhythm. Later on during another activity I was stuck singing a song inspired by the word pussy willow. I set the scene in a swamp and sang about how the pussy willows reminded me of simpler times. I got to these lines:

I wish that I could go back to that day
There’d be no mortgage, no bills to pay
That’s why I go visit this swamp
So that my worries go…..blomp

See, I totally paused trying to come up with that last word. The teacher told me that it would have been better to just be sincere and not go for that last rhyme. I think that when I try to search for a rhyme I end up getting lost in my head. It’s too obvious to those watching. So yeah, my goal is to let it all be more natural. As long as I’m relaxed and having fun I’m sure the song will turn out well.

Bad renditions

Did karaoke earlier at a place that wasn’t particularly packed. After we were done and left our little room I noticed that none of the staff wanted to make eye contact. I wonder, is that normal? Do they not want to associate horrible renditions of pop songs to a face? It’s a fascinating dynamic. Surely they’ve seen and heard some really awful things. How in the world do they survive working in such a place if they act so ashamed? Pfft. No matter. I will continue to sing and be stupid. Karaoke is not a time to be self-conscious. Uh huh.

Many shades

I was on the streetcar earlier today looking out the window. I was busy people-watching, imagining the reasons behind the emotions etched on each person’s face. The general din of the people on board was just white noise; I was able to just tune in to my own thoughts. There was a moment halfway through my trip though that I was dragged kicking and screaming from my thoughts. A twenty-something guy with a backpack and big headphones came on, and from a distance I could already hear the sound of distorted guitars coming from them. I protested to myself and was ready to sigh out loud in frustration, but then I noticed that I kind of recognized the tune. I focused my energy to see if I could figure out what I was listening to. It took a while, but I figured out that he was listening to The Raconteurs – Consolers of the Lonely rather loudly. In particular, he was listening to Many Shades of Black at the time.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWT0E-AWUVA

I swear, this is one of those songs that I desperately want to do in karaoke. In a way it’s dramatic and overdone, but it’s an easy tune to sing along to. Oh, and have you listened to Adele’s cover of the song?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znzL8wlyESA

Well, shit. Even surrounded by a crowd of strangers, I was just about ready to burst into song and sing along with the bastard twenty-something’s loud music player. I actually started mouthing the words quietly, but stopped myself after one line. I didn’t want the woman next to me thinking she was sitting next to some crazy guy.

Although…

I started day dreaming about what would happen if I actually did break out into song. I imagined that the people in front of me would be startled. After a bar or two, I imagined people behind me starting to join in at the same time. It would have been one of those impromptu musical moments you might spot on YouTube. Except…something like that would never happen.

(Are you crazy?)

The song ended, and the streetcar ride ended soon after that. I think my urge for attention is starting to manifest. Perhaps that experience of singing the anthem in front of an audience was just the tip of the iceberg. Aaaaaaaah! What the hell?! This is strange! Where’s the introverted Jason? He needs to make himself known again!

Gotta own it!

I spoke about committing to a narrative in the last post I wrote about improv. Your mind can wander in many directions, but if you blurt out X and it happens that X is in the realm of possibility then you need to stick with it. If you don’t, it almost seems kind of indecisive and accidental.

At the end of today’s class, we played a game of hitchhiker. There were three people seated in a row with one person acting as the driver and the other two as passengers. The driver would act out a particular character trait and the passengers would pick up that trait as well and work out the scene with it. This would continue until a hitchhiker came along and got in. That person would become the new driver and everyone would shift down. Anyway, my turn came up and as soon as I got in the car I said I was going to turn on the radio. I did, and started scanning my head for something ridiculous and overwrought. In a split second I picked something and started belting out a song.

Unbreak my heart! Say you love me again! Undo this hurt that you caused when you walked out the door and walked out of my life…

Oh LORD. I went there. I was wondering what the passengers would do. I was half expecting them to sing with me, but instead they started to cry. At that moment, I picked up on that and continued to sing while starting to sob. It got ridiculous! No one was coming up so I just continued to sob uncontrollably. The passenger next to me proceeded to pat me on the back. That’s when I knew everyone clicked into the scene. I eventually forgot the lyrics (or at least my place in the song) so I just did those breathy sobs. I suppose I could have started laughing or singing another song, but no, I just stuck with the song and the mood and I laid it on thick. I think that took balls. :-p

Like I said last week, I’m really loving this activity. I think it’s helping me out in so many ways. Apart from bringing me out of my shell, it’s also causing me to be a more active listener. I found this to be true during the week at work and at Running Room. As I spoke to people I picked up on “offers” and let my mind wander in terms of directions I can take the conversation. If the situation allowed (like it would among friends) I actually tested out those spontaneous bits of related but unrelated conversation. It’s an interesting experience.

Can’t wait for next weekend.

Hot pot and happy hour

You know, Kyleen is always telling me that I need to get out and do more fun stuff. I can see why people have to tell me to do so flat out. Some days I’m so busy worrying about responsible stuff like the mortgage, the condo, etc. that I sometimes forget that I’m only a 27-year-old man: I’ve got youth on my side. I need to get out more. So, when days like yesterday happen, I feel like I’m finally finding a bit of balance that’s so sorely needed in my life.

Well, I left work a few hours early yesterday to make it north of the city. I met Yuk Chen and Raien at a karaoke place. I think it took me a while to get into the groove of things but once I got into it I feel like I really let loose. Now, I’m not claiming to be the best singer out there, but I’m aware I’ve got some grasp of pitch, tone, and timing in my limited range. I feel like one of my saving graces is that I’m familiar with a good library of tunes in my mind. I found that last night the thing that gave me the most trouble was actually singing songs I was familiar with but were actually out of my range. I was stuck trying to figure out whether to go an octave higher or lower, and seeing if I could reach without losing control. Anyway, Raien knows a great deal of songs as well and it was fun dueting with her. Yuk Chen was there more to cheer us on, though I did get her to sing background on one or two songs. I felt fortunate to have Hui join in midway through the session, especially since he made the trek to Markham all the way from Mississauga. He too has a good library in his head which is a great tool. By the end of our 3 hour session, my voice was totally worn out. Despite that, I was kind of on a high. It’s not often I get the chance to rock out like that with friends. It’s awesome. :)

From there we met with Jenelle and Henrick for hot pot. If you recall, last year when I was at hot pot I ended up with some GI issues. Knowing that, I had a couple of people watching out for me making sure that I wasn’t eating anything horribly undercoked. So, perhaps if you’ve been following along, you may or may not know that bringing all of these people together effectively meant bringing together two separate circles of friends. In that Venn diagram, I’m the overlap–I’m the crux. I’ll be honest and say that that made me a little bit nervous. I mean, there was the chance that the groups would have little in common and the whole night would be frosty. You can imagine my relief when everyone hit it off. You know what? It helped that for a good chunk of the night I was the target for a lot of the jokes. Well, sure, why not? The girls seemed to be having a field day at my expense. That’s OK. It was obvious that it wasn’t done with malice. This is why I say that I’m blessed to have great friends. I know that people care, you know what I mean? It was during hot pot that I was given the epithet of “sweaty dragon,” though I suppose “perspiring dragon” sounds more honourable.

Well, we stayed at the hot pot place for 3 hours. I went through one plate of meat and that was pretty good. As such I went back to the meats table and heaped on more. Unfortunately, I was greedy. I was really struggling with what I had on my plate. By the end I just dumped it all into the pot. At 10 p.m. they were basically trying to get rid of us. They gave us the bill and turned off the heat. Hah!

We all left and hung out at T&T for a while, checking out the Asian goods. Yuk Chen had to leave at this point. You know, among all of the weird goods I would have purchased a couple of snacks, but I was still too full to even consider food. The girls on the other hand were craving desserts. I was just amazed that they could even think about it. I joked that we could go to Kelsey’s if they wanted dessert. I didn’t think they’d actually want to go, but go we did. They kicked us out though because it was too late. Jenelle thought to check Boston Pizza if they’d still take us, at which point she ran to check. I’ve never seen someone run so fast (on a full stomach, no less) for the purposes of dessert. Turns out that yes, BP was able to take us. The girls were so keen on dessert that they insisted all 5 of us order one of those $6 desserts each. There was some balking at the though, and rightfully so. I mean, we were still stuffed with broth and meat. I think we overrode our good senses and proceeded with the plan. Oh GOD, why in the world did we do that? I ordered an apple crisp and felt gross after eating it. Sure, it was awesome, but holy crap. The girls who were so eager before seemed to struggle the most. In the end though everyone finished.

All of that was awesomely exhausting.

Anyway, here are some pics. At the restaurant, we were again joking about the “fresh off the boat” finger poses that Jenelle mentioned last time we all ate together. Hence the 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 fingers. Yeah…we really need to stop doing that. :-P Thanks go to Raien for sending me these photos. What a great way to end the year!

Karaoke happy hour

Today, I got to hang out with Yuki, Raien, and Jenelle. I find it’s usually kind of tenuous when you try merging two spheres of friends, but in this case the girls hit it off really well, to which I’m quite happy. A big thank you goes out to everyone for the great effort for my sake.

After the tea house we went to the nearby karaoke lounge; Jenelle was unable to join us there. We tried to get a room during happy hour. We patiently waited out in the lobby for a few minutes, but when the receptionist guy came to the front, he just gave us a weird look and told us all of the rooms were taken. We tried to take our chances at another karaoke place down the road. Again, all of the rooms were taken.

So, apparently all these Asian people are taking all of these rooms during so-called happy hour. Hell, happy hour is supposed to be when no one comes to these karaoke places. That’s why it’s cheap in order to try to get more people in. Just by the nature of it, wouldn’t the period no longer have to be classified as happy hour? As we were pondering this question, the irony of the situation dawned on us:

God, we’re part of the problem as Asians trying to do karaoke during the cheap hours!

So, no, we never got a chance to do karaoke and ended up hanging out at Starbucks, a Korean restaurant, and eventually Second Cup. It was great doing all that, but still, my urge to sing hasn’t been slaked. Next time we’re booking a damn room. TCH.

The karaoke and “big wang” analogy

(10:42 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: mild social stigma?
(10:43 PM) crunchy frog: everyone was kind of ribbing the people going up and saying that karaoke in the office is pretty ridiculous (really, it is…)
(10:43 PM) crunchy frog: i think it was more of a “i can’t believe they’re willing to do that”
(10:43 PM) crunchy frog: and i played along
(10:44 PM) crunchy frog: and then i sang…and i suddenly felt like no one would talk to me for a while. lol
(10:45 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: lol
(10:45 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: true but its an in the moment thing
(10:45 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: If you go to karaoke anywhere its like that
(10:45 PM) crunchy frog: true, i guess
(10:45 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: Some people cant wait to get on the mic
(10:46 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: and some people cant wait to get out of there
(10:46 PM) crunchy frog: hahah
(10:46 PM) crunchy frog: i guess
(10:46 PM) crunchy frog: how would i compare it….
(10:47 PM) crunchy frog: it’s like..you’re in a locker room and you see a guy with a big wang. you avoid all eye contact and conversation but subconsciously you’re in awe. you just hurry to get out of there…but then outside everything is normal.
(10:47 PM) Life is Bigger Than Bread: LOL

Any way the wind blows

I can’t believe I did what I did at lunch today. I’m confused! Should I be horribly mortified? Proud? No matter what, it took balls to do it.

Just before our company lunch meeting, I saw our HR person and the systems guy setting up a projector. I thought it was for another one of those organizational PowerPoint presentations, so I didn’t pay much attention to it. Shortly thereafter though, I saw this pop up on the screen “00000 Select a song”. Oh man, that can only mean one thing: karaoke. I remember thinking, “there’s no way that this is going to be a good idea!” As my team was eating lunch, we were listening to some of our colleagues belting out a tune of two, and we were all shaking our heads, thinking that this was stuff straight out of an episode of The Office. Yeah, I know, right? Still. I didn’t have a desire to go up there and make a scene of myself in front of my colleagues. In passing, going back to my desk, I suggested that someone do Bohemian Rhapsody, thinking that it’s the type of song where people can join in and legitimately act like an idiot and still have it be acceptable. The systems guy kind of lit up at the idea and said that he’d do it if I joined in. I was hesitant and told them to just start it up and that maybe I’d join in.

So, as the words started rolling the administrative assistant and the HR lady were calling me to join. Maybe it was a lapse of judgement but I went up there and joined in behind them. It took a moment or two to find my voice. I eventually did…and for whatever reason I decided that I wanted to really give it some gusto, so I took the microphone from the secretary. The systems guy had the other mike. And there we were, really giving it on a really long song.

Bohemian-fucking-Rhapsody. 8-O CHEE.

Someone was taking pictures. Employees were looking on and laughing either with or at us. It was kind of unreal. By the end of the song, the systems guy and I stopped and waited for reaction. And? Nothing. “Tough crowd!” he exclaimed. Indeed. I don’t think we were bad at all! No clapping? Whatever.

We’re a tech company proliferated by introverts and geek types. Does that type of demographic lend itself to cheering on for something like that? Or is it more likely that they’d just avoid eye contact after the fact? Did I get any respect points for putting myself out there like I did? To be honest, I wasn’t embarrassed, though…part of me feels like I should have some sort of reaction other than satisfied. However…nope! I felt fine.

The world has gone all upside down, I say. How uncharacteristically un-Jason!

(except…is it?)

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