Now that Karen has “outed” me I’m free to tell the tale.
The Pub in question is called the The Windmill and it lies just 150m from our front door. The first night I went there it was just me the bar maid and 3 other customers. A far cry from the packed sports bar I visited in Jersey City where we bought pizza. Besides the Aussie who bought just ½ a pint of beer and used the internet for 2 hours the most remarkable event of the night was the Police showing up in force at the door then deciding they had the wrong place and driving on. Not so the second night … for on Fridays it’s … Karaoke Night!!
At first I didn’t know it was on. There were more people there, the music was louder and Paul from Port Macquarie behind the bar greeted me as just another customer. I sat down in a good spot to watch the whole place whilst trying to down load some anti-virus software and post some blogs. Then all of a sudden the volume increased a notch or four and it sounded like Rick Astley was singing live, albeit a little off key here and there. But no, we hadn’t been Rick Rolled, it was a middle aged short, round, balding fellow who was the Karaoke M.C; just warming up the crowd for the big night ahead. This explained the increase in numbers of people who were singing loudly along to the music whilst downing large amounts of beer as fast as they could.
What followed is hard to describe, was harder to listen too and it was all I could do not to fall onto the floor in repeated fits of mirth. Noting of course that I also cannot sing, I don’t know what being in tune feels like and the most common remark my singing receives is “don’t give up your day job.” I’m hoping these guys also had other work.
Susan Boyle did not show up. Compared to her the resident singers were half as good looking, entirely off-key and not one of them were sober. Enthusiasm was the winner on the night! I Did It My Way – was a real hit as was the guy who did an excellent rendition of Elvis. My award goes to the guy who talked his way through a Dire Straights’ hit. This guy is onto something! Not only does Mark Knofler talk the entire song rather than sing it, the lyrics are also about a South London club where amateurs come to perform. I think I’ve found it. I think I’ve just lived it.
My ears might be ringing and I’ll be giggling for sometime yet, but let ‘em rip I say … roll on the Sultans of Swing!
Michael
The Pub in question is called the The Windmill and it lies just 150m from our front door. The first night I went there it was just me the bar maid and 3 other customers. A far cry from the packed sports bar I visited in Jersey City where we bought pizza. Besides the Aussie who bought just ½ a pint of beer and used the internet for 2 hours the most remarkable event of the night was the Police showing up in force at the door then deciding they had the wrong place and driving on. Not so the second night … for on Fridays it’s … Karaoke Night!!
At first I didn’t know it was on. There were more people there, the music was louder and Paul from Port Macquarie behind the bar greeted me as just another customer. I sat down in a good spot to watch the whole place whilst trying to down load some anti-virus software and post some blogs. Then all of a sudden the volume increased a notch or four and it sounded like Rick Astley was singing live, albeit a little off key here and there. But no, we hadn’t been Rick Rolled, it was a middle aged short, round, balding fellow who was the Karaoke M.C; just warming up the crowd for the big night ahead. This explained the increase in numbers of people who were singing loudly along to the music whilst downing large amounts of beer as fast as they could.
What followed is hard to describe, was harder to listen too and it was all I could do not to fall onto the floor in repeated fits of mirth. Noting of course that I also cannot sing, I don’t know what being in tune feels like and the most common remark my singing receives is “don’t give up your day job.” I’m hoping these guys also had other work.
Susan Boyle did not show up. Compared to her the resident singers were half as good looking, entirely off-key and not one of them were sober. Enthusiasm was the winner on the night! I Did It My Way – was a real hit as was the guy who did an excellent rendition of Elvis. My award goes to the guy who talked his way through a Dire Straights’ hit. This guy is onto something! Not only does Mark Knofler talk the entire song rather than sing it, the lyrics are also about a South London club where amateurs come to perform. I think I’ve found it. I think I’ve just lived it.
My ears might be ringing and I’ll be giggling for sometime yet, but let ‘em rip I say … roll on the Sultans of Swing!
Michael
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