Heart of Ass
So I went to an anarchist soccer potluck vegan dinner thing tonight. I met new people and had a pretty awesome time.
We headed over to a karaoke bar for more fun, and well, I got pretty tipsy -- which gave the the guts to tackle a song made infamous by Blondie. I felt as if I was butchering the whole thing, but dancing my ass off with the mic stand on stage , and really, who cares about hitting all the notes perfectly? The performance is what makes the whole thing worthwhile. Once I exited the stage I managed to score a bunch of high-fives and so forth. One man told me the following:
"I saw Deborah Harry perform that song three months ago and you were on par with her"
"But she is out of practice now."
"Yeah, well."
I am beaming. And drunk.
We headed over to a karaoke bar for more fun, and well, I got pretty tipsy -- which gave the the guts to tackle a song made infamous by Blondie. I felt as if I was butchering the whole thing, but dancing my ass off with the mic stand on stage , and really, who cares about hitting all the notes perfectly? The performance is what makes the whole thing worthwhile. Once I exited the stage I managed to score a bunch of high-fives and so forth. One man told me the following:
"I saw Deborah Harry perform that song three months ago and you were on par with her"
"But she is out of practice now."
"Yeah, well."
I am beaming. And drunk.