Topic: Open Mic and Redneck Karaokie in my hometown
My husband and I were out at the local bar Saturday night and were approached by a friend. Actually, he was approached and invited to take part in an open mic that the guy was trying to start Sunday. My husband insisted that the friend should talk to me and not him. My husband plays around on his guitar, but hasn't actually played any songs all the way through and isn't yet capable of singing and playing at the same time... honestly, I'm not sure if he really WANTS to sing and play at the same time It took a little convincing via "redneck karaokie"... but shortly thereafter I was officially invited to take part. I guess, women aren't expected to be able to play guitar and sing ... or at least this "friend" didn't think we could. It was quite comical how the whole thing evolved. Somewhat annoying with the chauvinistic attitude, but amusing in the end! "Redneck kaaokie" by the way... includes the Jukebox running while singers are holding mics plugged into an amp. Amusing, cheap, and it actually works pretty well! LOL!
So, this "friend" is my father's brother-in-law (would be if dad was married)... so my father was also invited. I called him up to make sure he was coming with his guitar because I had a feeling that I might be the only one showing up to this last minute open mic with a guitar. GOOD thing he did because I was right! WOW... my first time at an open mic and I was the only one with guitar in hand until my dad showed up. YAY DAD for saving me! Another guy did show toward the end of the evening... but he couldn't play a song all the way through, he was there for the jam.
So what followed once Dad showed up was pretty much a TON of fun campfire music in a bar with microphones! Ha ha! This was the first time I ever played in front of anyone other than my kids, husband, or the camera. NERVOUS doesn't begin to describe how I was feeling! I've never played with my dad either (my dad is my original inspiration for playing the guitar for those that don't know my story). So, we picked a song for him to play and we sang together. That went well. Then he played one. Then we picked one to play AND sing together. Yeah... strumming with someone that's doing a TOTALLY different strumming pattern and fingers chords totally different ... not so good.
So he did a lot of playing, we did a lot of singing... and then every here and there he'd take a rest and I'd do one of my songs solo. Playing and singing at the SAME time in front of people wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I just kept my eyes on my guitar and the mic... it felt like I was at home and I think the Cranberry juice and Vodka helped A LOT (Zurf, I thought of you and my quote in your signature)! There were lots of screw ups... but I just kept going. I did "Crazy" by Knarls Barkley... my playing suffered pretty terribly but everyone seemed to like it anyhow! There was a hullabuloo of conversation when I was finished with that one. I also did "Black Is the Color" ... no one really knew that one so it was a good place to try it out. I'm finger picking the entire song, and it went better than I thought it would! I didn't screw that one up as much as the Gnarls Barkely... but no one knew better with this one anyhow. When I did "Leaving on a Jet Plane" and screwed up for a second, I stopped VERY briefly to compose myself and I was WOWED to find that everyone was singing along! I could not hear them over the amp! It gave me hope... hope that next time I'll be a little more confident on my own without my Daddy holding my hand! Ha ha! I did a couple other songs that I've worked on here and there... they were pretty raw, but then... it didn't seem to matter. Everyone was having a good time and it was a little more like jamming at home with friends... not so much showing off. Again, that Cranberry and Vodka came in handy... and the "friend" that invited me was buying!
The other guy that stopped in with his guitar jumped in here and there jamming along. He seemed to particularly enjoy the songs I finger picked. He was pretty cool.
All in all it was a really fun time. It was really cool to be playing and singing and have someone come over and adjust the mic because they WANTED to be able to hear me better. It was also really cool to see my Dad having such a good time. I laughed every time he said to the audience, "This is an oldie you probably don't know... unless you were born before me"... as I said to myself, "or you were raised on it". I could tell he was really proud of me, and he said, "We'll have to sit down and get our repertoire together for next time" When I left the bar, I commented that I'd be in next Saturday with my friend for a girls night out... I was told to bring my guitar.
What constitutes excellent music is in the ears of the listener.