I have a huge confession to make.
I am not good at Karaoke.
I know, I know. One would think that I'd be a pro, being a fairly accomplished singer and all. But that's just exactly the problem.
Talk to any musician and you will find that they always have a weakness that they have had to overcome, or are working to overcome. I just asked my husband, and he admitted that his weakness is the ability to quickly understand theory, despite his excellent ear. My weakness is actually my ear. I am quite an accomplished sight reader, if I do say so myself, but I've always felt that I tend to use sight reading as a crutch to cover up the fact that my ear is far from excellent.
And that's why I'm no good at Karaoke.
Sure, it's fine if I really know the song well and have sung it several times. Then I can do the Karaoke. But, how many Karaoke bars have you been to that offer a wide selection of opera arias and musical theater? Exactly. I can only do popular music that I know well enough that I don't need the sheet music. And, unfortunately, (or fortunately, you decide), I don't actually listen to pop music all that much anymore. And I definitely don't go out and buy the sheet music to the latest hits. The songs I once knew so well as a teen I would now have a pretty difficult time pulling out of the air to sing. Maybe I could do the chorus, but most likely not the verses.
I would be so good at Karaoke if they just gave you the musical notation instead of the stupid bouncing ball over the words.
So, when I went with my sister-in-law Ashley to Las Vegas this last weekend, we had to do Karaoke. Not because I wanted to, but because Ash is the queen of Karaoke. I bucked up and did it, but I stuck to the few musical theater songs offered and The Carpenters. You can laugh all you want, but I can do a pretty mean Karen Carpenter when I want to. Apparently it was good enough that the Karaoke master called me up to do a duet of Top of the World with him as the finale number on Friday night.
Saturday night was not quite so successful for me. I sang Whitney and it was fine, only because I sang The Greatest Love of All as a solo in Jr. High and I've never really forgotten it. But when I went up to sing Memory from Cats, it was a bizarre arrangement and my crappy ear couldn't hear the melody. So, I had to sit down feeling thoroughly embarrassed and wishing that Karaoke machines all offered a sheet music option, and some guy named Spider got to come up and do the final duet with the master.
I'd like to tell you I was any better at Rock Band, except for the fact that the last time I did that I ended up singing the very obscure opera version of Livin' on a Prayer because that's what was winning me points. Let's just say I won't be doing Rock Band vocals again anytime soon after the ridiculing I received from my brother.
I'll stick to Karaoke.
PS The Karaoke bar we visited in Vegas posts slideshows of its participants each week. If you're interested in seeing what I look like while trying to be good at Karaoke, have at it.
Friday Night (Ash and I are towards the end, along with our friend Lili)
Saturday Night (Again, kind of towards the end)