So, tonight, I’m singing in a karaoke contest. Yes. That’s right, a singer who considers herself a serious artist, is singing in a karaoke contest.
I don’t even consider it a guilty pleasure. I LOVE karaoke. Thousands of songs at your fingertips, in any key you like, and you don’t even have to kick your crappy guitar player’s butt for messing up. (Exceedingly difficult for me–as I usually AM said crappy guitar player.) Tonight, I get to sing songs I love, with a “band” that will do exactly what I expect it to, in costume.
Oh, costume is one of my favorite things, ever. I love making an elaborate outfit to sing one song in. I have to admit, I get a little charge out of finishing up some sort of crazy dress just in the nick of time to wail out some Evanescence or Juice Newton. Never mind that for the several days preceding, I am a giant mess of stress. The crunch timeline requires a lot of very quick decision-making, and sometimes you end up in a getup that looks more like a Christmas tree than haute couture. But, it’s all about entertainment. It entertains me to practice the songs repeatedly in my car, and to put together something weird to wear as if I need to distract the audience from my butcher’s interpretation of Celine Dion. (Note: I would never attempt Celine or Whitney–not my kind of voice.) And hopefully it entertains the audience to spectate as the crowd-friendly version of this (sans swear words) materializes before their eyes. I get a lot of enjoyment from trying to bring something different to the table.
So, wish me luck, even though winning money isn’t on the table. I have cute outfits, and hopefully my best singing voice will show up tonight. And hey, if you have a chance, I’d love to see you at the Beacon tonight. 🙂