Day 7 Friday 2025 05 23 : Walk about, Karaoke Redemption

 My wife, songbird that she is, has the sleeping habits of a nun in one of those really austere convents in Austria up in the mountains where they have to break the ice that's formed in their washing basin before cleaning their face for morning Lauds. She hits 9, it's sketchy at best, 10pm she is on the floor. 11pm she's well into REM sleep. So it makes going to karaoke, which in Tokyo seems to start at 8ish, a risky propostion.

Buuut, she also wants to have a walk around Tokyo before hand. So this becomes a balancing act, walk her around, let her see the sights, but don't let her get too tired. It's like I can subconsciously see the battery indicator over her head as walk (uh, going up hill, that battery is RACING to empty!) as wander about. Make her happy, but not so tired she won't want to go to karaoke. I can't be the type of guy who goes to a karaoke bar alone. That sets a precedent. Next thing you know I'm shopping for sharp pastel polyester suits and wearing too much 12k gold chains and it's just willful ignorance on my part to not see the long looks of pity mixed with disgust from all the other patrons.

Ok, so. Walk. Far. Not too far. Avoid polyester.

The perfect symbol of Tokyo kick neat eatery, maybe steeped in history? Eking and existence being crushed by the infrastructure and density of the city

Yes! The tinycars. Look at this thing.  Never too much, never too little. Where  the hell is the engine on this thing. Does it just run on sophistication and coolness?

We would like to see the Imperial Palace, or at least the Imperial Palace garden. Apparently it lights up at night. But also, apparently, it closes at 5pm? There is a contradiction there, I'm sure. Like there are 3 days in the winter when the public will ever see the garden lit up. Maybe it's a very clever way to save on electricity. But then if you've seen Tokyo lit up, you'd argue this is not something they spend too much time thinking about, to be honest. 

I took this picture because this is an intentional pond, built right in some of the most expensive real estate in the world. Just to be.. a pond.

Hm, didn't notice, but quite a few of these buildings have a very strong 80's vibe.

I can't say this question has been on my mind at all, but you may be wondering, hey, where are all the joggers? Temples, karaoke, more temples, convenience stores, but not a single jogger. I will say in an aside that if you've read this far in my blog mainly for a chance at seeing pictures of joggers, I would argue that you are in for bitter disappointment. Not bitter, bitter disappointment, just bitter disappointment. Because I do have one.

Where are all the joggers in Tokyo? They are all, every single one, are running around the Imperial Palace, who's moat and wide sidewalk seems to be repurposed for exactly that. Every minute it's like someone is running a poorly advertised local Run For The Cure fundraiser for the type of disease that is sad without being tragic.

This is it, this is your  one picture of a jogger,  happy now? You aren't  getting more, so stop asking.

The garden is so VERY closed, they have a  siren light to advertise this fact. I guess they can afford to run it, seeing as they are saving on the  garden nightlights.

We are now a fair distance from the hotel, and I'm wary about the ol' spouse energy meter. She seems buoyant, she's got plenty of gas. This, I should tell you, is a ruse. She's energic and spry until she's not then it's sleeping while trying to remain sitting perfectly upright for the rest of the evening.

We stumble upon this amazing building. And in the foreground, a wedding couple taking pictures. That building off in the distance is everything you think of when you think of Tokyo. Chic, effortless, art. Our first guess is it's some sort of formal ceremony place and all those people are the wedding couple's wedding reception. 

This really recharges the batteries, so we take a load off, and take it all in. But there is something that reception party. Everyone is sitting a little too haphazardly, and with the casual slouch of students cramming for finals. We walk closer, and yes, of course, it's a Starbucks.

This is an excellent opportunity to stock up on caffeine. As we get closer, we see it's attached to an art gallery of some sort, with, oh, yes, a wonderous, wonderous plaque. My partner fights off dementia for at least another two years by reading the plaque backwards through the glass. I, ready and willing to sacrifice my grey matter on the altar of the Machine, simply take a picture and do a mirror flip on edit.

We chill some more, and when it's the earliest possible moment to go to a karaoke bar, we head back across town. The city is beautiful in it's own city way. Bustling life at odd hours; some of the most boring buildings imaginable, as if the architect suffering from a terminal case of existential angst and wanted to pass it on; then some buildings that you wonder how they ever got anyone to pay for it so filled with the sort of design aesthetic where the cost of time and materials was considered as a distant afterthought; you know, a city.



And then we find it. A real karaoke bar populated with real local office workers trying to blow off steam. 

There are many models of karaoke bars: the regular bar that happens to have karaoke, the karaoke in private rooms karaoke bar, and then pay about 30 dollars/person/hour type of place, but drinks are free. The last type is usually the smaller, high traffic areas, and they are very up front and clear about it.  And this very real karaoke bar was the last kind.

But that didn't deter us. What did deter me was that I really wanted to genuine experience of doing karaoke with the locals, but wasn't entirely sure how we'd be received. It was a pretty big group (well, the bar was also pretty small. And they were taking up the entire entrance of an otherwise empty bar. But it was so perfect. Everyone in their business smart attire, just getting slightly messy, enough to blow off steam, not so much that they'd have a Career Limiting Event. 

We kinda edge forward, and then just push our way in. They don't  seem to mind but I sense they are a little confused why these Obviously Tourists were coming into the bar. The bartender greets us, gives us the run down in as few words as possible (mainly because she wasn't super fluent, not because she was being stand offish). 

We start off with the standard duet, you know it, "A Whole New World" from Aladdin. Now, me and the missus are mostly Filipino. And if you don't know, Filipinos love to sing, to dance, and yeah, obviously karaoke. But we also weirdly really like the Silver age of Disney animated films, maybe because they are musicals, maybe because many of the iconic songs were sung by that iconic Filipino singer Lea Salonga. In any case, we do a pretty good job, and the only English word I can hear from the office workers is "Filipino?". Oh I see our reputation precedes us!

They clap enthusiastically then share with us their songs, one from Okinawa that was very pretty. They sing many songs, with gusto, with abandon, it was perfect.

And then later, the bartender, who again, was pretty quiet up to this point, was inspired enough to sing for us. She said she was quite nervous and fidgeted a bit then queued up "Hello" by Adele. I think you can see where this is going. If you are working at a karaoke bar, and choose to sing Adele, well, you got pipes. And she did. She sang everything phonetically off the prompter and sounded like a pro. My wife, who is not easily impressed, asked to sing a few more. Keep in mind that we are paying to sing, yet are asking her to sing, it was that great. 

We spend two hours there, and you do the math, it got a bit pricey, but worth every penny. However, my partner's battery was well used up and was ready to go home. So we back our bags and start heading back to the hotel. But then I remember, there is one very unique karaoke bar nearby, Dining ＆ Music BAR 音STAGE. It doesn't just have a drummer, it has a full band, ready to back you on your quest for karaoke glory. An entire , professional band. Drum, bass, guitar, keys. Insanity! I had to at least see it.

So I, even without any polyester in sight, decide to brave this karaoke place by myself. It's reviews are more of an artist/musician vibe, so solo  nerds would not be SO out of place. I hoped.

I walk down the stairs where there is a small group of patrons waiting to get in. One of them sees me, spots a tourist a mile away, and practices his English saying, "This place is the best". I nod because I have no other thoughts on this other than whatever masaking0914 had to say about it in Google Reviews.

Most karaoke bars just have pictures of the drink of the day or something...

Damn, so it's true. A real band.

So, remember what I said in a previous post about the sort of people who sing in karaoke bars?  Well, at a place with a live band, it's just the singers who feel pretty darn confident about their ability. I sat there and listened and not a single person didn't crush it out of the park. One lady did some amazing Marvin Gaye. Another fella did some pretty wicked. Asian death metal? I'm not sure what it was, but it sounded pro. This was the center of the karaoke world for me. Real music, and a crowd who was here to listen to people giving it their all.

This dude C++'s

It was late, I had had too much shochu, and then another guy there by himself started chatting me up. He had the odd look of programmer, a bike courier who did side experiments with edible chemistry, maybe a rapper who wrapped only Old Norse. He spot only slightly more English than I spot Japanese. But he was super friendly and enthusiastic. We cracked some jokes, had a good natured if halting conversation. Turned out he was a programmer, at Oracle of all things. 

Being well sloshed, and feeling the vibe, I tossed out the idea, 'Thinking about singing. Radiohead'. He gave a big thumbs down and made a raspberry. I had to laugh. Ain't sugar coating his hate on Radiohead, gotta respect it, even when a stranger is saying they might go up and give it a go.

Now I wasn't really entertaining it, just hoping to get some encouragement from this new bar buddy. He wasn't having it. Programmers can be pretty blunt sometimes. Not telling the truth just results in programs crashing.

 
So I was going to let it lie, and just walk home, with the warm glow of a band to coast me home. But, honest to god, and likely this thought has never been thought since, say, 2007, "Oh, but this would really round out my blog". You know. To do that one song I had learned I should probably never do. But I'd have the entire band playing the key in my ear, and these patrons were not the sort who 'sang along', unless, of course, the singer made it part of their schtick and held out the mic to them, I suppose.

And so, I walk up to the guy manning the computer in the back, like a real sound tech, and tell him to queue "Creep", by Radiohead. When it's my time I march to the front and say in my very halting Japanese, that I'm from Vancouver, hoping that this might get me some pity points.

The music is good, I'm in the groove, and just belt out the song like some nerd who has something to prove and would like a nice story to round out his karaoke arc on his personal blog. I think they liked it, I was at least not booed off stage .But it felt good. Hit the crescendo, remembered to breath. 

I make it back to my spot at the bar, ask my new buddy if he liked it. Got the same response. This programmer just does NOT like "Creep", or Radiohead, or my singing, but I feel the odds are in my favour.

Exhausted, pretty pleased with myself, I head back to the hotel. Started thinking about how polyester is really a breathable garment. And really low maintenance, as a matter of fact.

Day 7 Part 1 Friday 2025 05 23 : Akihabra.. again

 Friday, penultimate day of our wonderful stay in Japan. We had a whirlwind tour of Kyoto, and it's time to take the shinkansen (bullet train) back to Tokyo. No morning is complete in Japan (at least for us) without raiding the nearest 7-11 for a reasonably priced meal. As long as we only buy things we'd never see back home, I think we are still travelling 'properly'. This here is a pancake sandwich, with matcha something something and butter inside. If you can find this in North America, you go to MUCH more interesting convenience stores than I do.

We shuffle on get into our formation. It's just a line, but it's gone by many names. When the kids were smaller, we called sandwich, because we got an adult leading and an adult at the back, so we ensure we know where we are going, more or less, and that we don't lose any kids. But now as we are older I came up with a much more Middle Aged Dad Nomenclature, the 4 by 1 tactical formation. That is totally a normal phrase.

Anyhow, we get through the train system, and get just a little lost trying to get to the shinkansen; not lost enough to be super worried, but lost enough that at one point everyone had to be very quiet and patient while my partner got her bearings. If we can't be helpful we can at least not be a nuisance. Not incredibly inspiring as far as mottos go, but we still got the 4 by 1 tactical formation going for us, so.

Get on the bullet train, most notable thing ,the ekiben. Which I think is like, 'train meal'. A bento box you buy at the station before you leave. It was super great and my wife just went on and on about it. For me, if a meal has meat, thumbs up. We would make the most polarizing food critic power couple of all time if such a thing exists.

We gotta pack everything we hoped to get in now, tomorrow is travel back home day and nothing suuper fun except maybe flying through the air at hundreds of miles an hour is gonna happen then, so pack it in. We must, for teen reasons, go back to Akihabra. The land of electronics and anime and manga and vaguely unsettling billboards and cringe inducing maid cafes. It's got everything a bully in a 80's coming of age movie would think a nerd would need.

Unsettling

It also has keyboards.

Every single person in this photo? Fellow nerd.

So while the kids are off getting things, I think my son needs to get a model from an artist who inspired an indie FPS extraction shooter he's really into. Being a nerd I understood almost all of that sentence and I am very proud of him. Would be difficult to put a brave face on it if he went to Akihabra and declared "BUT WHERE'S MADDEN 25 merch!?". And of course my daughter is into even more niche things which is even cooler because you do you, like finding merch for a tower defense game out of Korea that she really likes but has no merch, and even in Akihabra. There were like two items of merch out of the sixty quintillion bits and bobs of fan merch but she paid the high price because there are like 4 fans out there and the company has to pay for the production cost somehow. But I digress.

While the kids are doing THAT and my wife goes about at the most normalish shops she can find, I decide to visit the Key Board SHOP. Specifically Yusha Kobo Keyboard Specialty Shop. I have a nerdy keyboard that gets me weird looks and probably silently ostracized by all sorts of people but could I have an even NERDIER keyboard? I've resisted the lures of Akihabra up til now, but maybe today I will let myself fall to the siren call of consumer electronics.

But this requires going off the beaten track of Akihabra. Away from the main stream nerds (we'll pretend that's a thing). Into the quieter, vaguely industrial, vaguely a place where, say commercial shipping insurance underwriters do their training, or the the number three regional printer cartridge refiller makes it home. 

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First up, gotta get a drink. The most important thing about eating or drinking, is do NOT do it while walking, it's considered rude. So when you get a drink from a vending machine, you either put it in your bag or drink it all there. I pick a suitably puzzling drink, and drink it in the quiet alleys where I'm sure is THE hotspot for folks who need ball bearing lubricant for tractors rated from sealevel up to 1000m. 

If you look for it, there is always nature about, which is a relief, even for me, one who hisses shies away from direct sunlight. Need some chill vibes sometimes.

A few more turns, and I'm there, the spot for keyboards. Where I won't be given blank looks when talking about split keyboard design, isolinear key layout, or asking if this is a Cherry MX Brown or Red switch powering this badboy?

But when I get in there, I'm just so nervous, this place isn't used to tourists, and I don't want to offend speaking English very slowly when I'm sure they have better things to do, like adding rubberized o-rings to their low profile keycaps in order to reduce bottoming out noise (I did not make any of this up).

So cool, am I right?

How is this a NICHE hobby!?

Feast your eyes on those badboys. In the end, the fact I have a perfectly rad keyboard at home, and the general anxiety of worrying how much English they speak, how much Japanese I definitely do not speak, and the simple fact that I think most of these keyboards required 'light' soldering, led me to just have a long look, then high tail it out of there. 

Then it's back Akihabra, and the massive edifice that is Electronics within the electronics mecca, Yodobashi Akiba.

But the real reason I'm there is eat in the mall foodcourt, which I've heard so much about. I know, first convenience stores, now mall foodcourts, I really put the "risk" in tourist. Ok, that joke seemed better in my head but it's out there now.

This foodcourt is more like a "floor with lots of restaurants in it". And has that iconic molded plastic food display that is so much part and parcel of the food culture in Japan.

We walk around a few times, really trying to get the best option. but I think in the end we are just hungry and worn out, and luck on a  lovely spot with tempura and soba noodles. 

Then it's time to exit through the gift shop, in this case, the gift shop being a multi-billion dollar electronics behemoth. This place sells all the things you could ever want that runs on electricity, and more besides.

We make it back to our place, and it's time for another night of karaoke because we are in Tokyo and you gotta have a night of karaoke when you in Tokyo, you just gotta.

Day 6 Thursday 2025 05 22 : Kyoto and Karaoke Disaster

Another morning, another breakfast from corner store food because we are high maintenance like that.

The sophistication of this packaging, in particular, is a cultural event, at least for me. The onigiri is rice and seaweed, but it has to be packed in such a way that the moisture from the rice does not soak in and disintegrate the seaweed as the onigiri sits on the shelf. Well, all this requires is a three step process that feels like a combination of doing an entrance exam for one of the more prestigious daycares , as well as taking a course in "Resurrecting your understanding and placement in 4 dimensional space-time" (a course offered at the local community center by the 55 year old who has never given up on the Grateful Dead or ponytails despite male pattern baldness). 

And then we are off to a walking tour that has been carefully planned by my partner. My job, as 'the parent who brings up the rear as my family walking though places in single file formation' is to not complain too much and not worry so much about where we are going or how long it's going to take to get there. I'm pretty much a natural at this.

I think a few posts back I talked about gacha stores, and the general spread of gacha mechanics. Randomized dopamine rushes are what built Las Vegas, it's good enough to build a thriving empire of.. vending machines that dispense cute plastic toys I guess. 

We step into one because of course the kids simply MUST have some sort of trinket which will plague us until it accidently falls off a bag a few years in the future and we don't realize we even lost it until a few months after that but hey what do I know maybe this is all just a meditation on impermanence. 

The thing is, a lot of these items are fantasy or anime or any sort of thing that folks can dream about as an escape from their humdrum ordinary life. That all makes sense. But some of these themes are much less understandable.

 Wanting a McLaren f1 super car?
No.
A sensible minivan is one of those
unattainable things
I yearn for all my life!

A little toy representing
 a high
priced fashion accessory?
HAH! What about sensible
 cleaning products that
 really help with
tough to clean
tile grime and
water scaling!

author's note: I had to write out, by hand, and HTML table to get images side by side. I guess I am the only human left actually using blogger.

And then it's off to more walking. To some older parts of Kyoto with beautiful buildings and walks.

My quest for super rad plaques is spotty at best. This temple, for example, had signs that said things like "Please do not attach commercial postings to this shrine". This enigmatic simple sign, surely to tell me at least which Japanese Buddha deity this is, actually says "Security camera in full effect".

But it's hot, and we gotta keep moving, lots of pretty temples to look at. I eventually learn this is a temple to the Buddhist deity Susanoo. Which I only remember because that very European sounding name 'Susan" really sticks out. Takes away a bit of the mystery. There is a whole story about rivers and armies and .. it all gets pretty complicated pretty quickly. 

After a bit of wandering me and the kids just sit under some shade and take in the heat; while my partner is off trying to find more beautiful things to take pictures of. She finds them for sure. And we find varied meanings of the word 'humid', 'discomfort', and 'how much is shade supposed to cool you down anyways'. 

Then we are off to another temple. This one has a very decent plaque! So Japan had this very famous shogun who brought all of Japan together, Tokugawa   . When the previous emperor died (Tokugawa's mentor), the wife created a temple and became a nun (becoming a nun being the regular thing for widows of shoguns to do). But what made this temple so long lasting and well appointed was that Tokugawa funded this entire thing from start to completion. Oh, that's what that Disney+/James Clavell novel was about, before you start thinking I did some pre-reading on Japanese history. 

The funny thing about the plaque is that right at the point where it tells the reader what age she died, the writing is somewhat worn out. Like the ghost of this widow was very particular or vain about this fact and had it slowly erased from history, or so I'd like to think.

A very large weed.

There was a bamboo forest nearby that you had to pay a fee to see and for some reason I drew the line at paying 6 bucks a head to look at very tall grass. 

There are three things I think about when I see bamboo. The movie "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon"; the fact that if you plant it in your garden it is never every coming out; and that some parts of Asia still using this for building scaffolding for trades people go up and down and do actual work on high-rises. Oh wait, maybe four, pandas. Oh crap, no, five, there was probably almost no plaques on this walk. 

In summary, no plaques, tall grass, and being reminded Yu Shu Lien will never find true love? NO THANKS.

This is a picture of an amazing huge bell. It's massive, makes me wonder if it's a war bell or.. I dunno, a Sonic Hammer? That's a thing, I'm sure. Or maybe imbued with a tragic yet touching past. Like this is the only remaining structure left of a peaceful village which made bells and was taken by the tsunami of 1183. But, no, no corresponding plaque because the universe conspires to thwart me at every turn.

There was a very interesting looking plaque that LOOKED like it applied to this bell but actually was for a rock garden just out of frame that I took no interest in out of spite. Pure plaque spite.

And then we make our way to this very large statue which was put up to honour all soldiers who have died in wars (I assume WW2), and was erected in hopes to promote world peace. It's huge and imposing.  In a way that says Religion with a capital 'r'. It serves as  focus point for the busses and busses of tourists from all over the world but is a center of worship as well, as it also inters remains if you are particularly religious. Or, I guess, if your surviving relatives are particularly religious, if we are being honest.

Behind the statue were all these other, well I'm just plain ignorant, I don't know what they are called, shrines? I know one of these is for the art of cooking so I assume it's for folks who want to be good at that?

Next more walking, more historic streets through the relentless humidity. We find a Studio Ghibli/ Peter Rabbit store that has a really impressive air conditioning setup, so we get our core temperatures to a more respectable Canadian level of cool while browsing some super cool merch. Don't even ask me how "Peter Rabbit" and "My Neighbour Totoro" are connected. I was busy experiencing coooollneeess.

This is the five stage temple, which was made in 800 something. Over the years it has been damaged or even burnt to the ground, but has been rebuilt every time. This whipper snapper of a building, dare I say, modern replica, was rebuilt sometime in the 1400's. Stuff in Japan can be pretty damn old.

We make it back to our place and rest up before we head out for dinner. We are determined to eat at an actual restaurant, and get okonomiyaki, this super rad egg based comfort food. So we do the usual thing, Google some restaurants, sort based on cost and review number and proximity, and head out.

Why yes, I did used to walk around with a DSLR why do you ask.

The nicest looking one is about 15 minutes walk out so brace for humidity and go. Well, the first place is closed, even though Google tells me clearly it should be open for another hour and a half. Huh. The Google instructions are always a little off, because it might get you there, but you are never 100% sure you are THERE, there. Or just looking at some unrelated ground floor business while the one you want to go to is 3 floors up, or what. But we double and triple check. Yup, just closed. Fine, we can go to another one, 5m away.

Get there, and this place is even less obvious what end is what. The side of the restaurant facing the main street is a sliding door that opens into their kitchen? That's not it, walk around a side alley and that's the door, sure, makes sense. But nope, this is locked too.

We Google if there is some sort of festival or mandatory holiday we didn't know about. Nothing. The first restaurant was very much near the residential area and we assume was a very local mom and pop shop that just closed because it could. Slow day, whatever. This restaurant, even with it's deceptive Not a Main Door But The Kitchen door trick it plays with the main street, looks like a busy restaurant. Or would be if it was open.

Undaunted! There will be no daunting here! So it's off to the third one. This place was much more obvious about where the door was, and much more obvious that it was, indeed, closed. The family is worried we'll have to eat more (quite delicious) corner store food and I must admit that my usual tenacious attitude is wanting. But fourth time's a charm! This is a phrase that's used, sure!

Luckily! This one is open. We have some delicious okonomiyaki! And some yaki soba! When I ask the server why the other restaurants might be closed he says 'maybe they ran out'. Which. this makes sense, but odd this would happen three times in a row. But he also said it with enough confidence that I have to believe him. Run out of supplies for the day, close shop. Which brings up all sorts of questions about how much room they have for refrigeration, but judging from what I've seen of Japan, not a lot. 

Then, it's time to ditch the kids. Or, more likely, time for the kids to ditch the parents and go back to the hotel to immerse themselves in their screen mediated social lives. 

I'm still feeling great from last night's karaoke, and decide we gotta do that again! Everything is looking up! (narrator : for now....).

Some of the cabs have a very cool 80's aesthetic which makes it feel like retro Cyberpunk, I guess

The machine that counts  out your total and dispenses your change. The clerk just scans the items (this  is at a convenience store)

It's a beautiful walk across the river to some night life zoned streets. The first karaoke bar we go to is empty. But we are no strangers to empty karaoke bars so we sit and have some drinks and have some wonderful chats with the owners. 

They are charmingly young. Mid/late 20's, and this is THEIR bar. I can only assume the business licensing or whatever hoops folks have to go through to open a business are extremely streamlined in Kyoto. Owners this young is something you'd never see in Vancouver. Granted, it's not like we are regular pub goers, but we know the general pricing of real estate in Lotusland, and commercial rent/real estate can't be that far behind.

They are lovely hosts. We sing a few Disney songs. They love it. They sing us a Japanese song that was super fun but also super difficult. Some tricky rhythms and a few phrases that were too high and too long for my vocal chords, anyways.

After two hours we decide to trye other Karaoke spots, because why not! The next place we find is just a row of seats, and looks really upscale. It's the sort of place where high powered deals take place or old rich lonely men hang out for a chance for some small conversation over expensive drinks. Too fancy and weirdly depressing, for our tastes, we do a 180 and exit.

We go around the block to one last place. It's dark and loud and just packed with tourists like ourselves. The thing about public karaoke is it's comprised of generally a few types of singers. 

Those who have done some training, singing in their childhood/youth and yearn to show off their skills (that's me and the missus). Those who maybe don't have training but they have that one song that they just knock RIGHT out of the park. Those who are inebriated past what their liver or wallet can handle and charge to the stage, regardless of whether they know the song or whether they even like the song. Those who are with a group of friends and you know that Backstreet Boys or a Spice Girls single is next on the queue.

Look at me, blissfully unaware of impending doom
(yeah, somebody sang the Bare Necessities from
the Jungle Book)

We listened to some real knock outs, "Black Hole Sun" by Sound Garden (he did a fantastic job but that song just keeps going at the end, doesn't it) , and 'It's So Quiet", that world famous cover by Bjork (she was so good I thought they forgot to get anyone to sing it and just had the song playing with Bjork; it wasn't until a group of folks were cheering in far corner that I realized it was a patron singing). 

I decide, lots of Europeans/North Americans. I think I'll do "Creep", by Radio head (cover?). Everyone knows it, it's rock and roll.. adjacent. It has a great crescendo near the end and promptly ends.

Now the thing about Creep is it's universally loved by guys. The song is about the sort of outcast who specialized in choir or the A/V club, or maybe spent the lunch hour smoking under the bleachers discussing the ironic subversion of "Star Ship Troopers". The harried, odd, slightly intense nerd who never got the prom queen and probably preferred staying at home trying to beat Super Mario Bros 3, instead of going to Homecoming.

But even though THAT's who this is aimed at, almost every guy loves it. Even the bro who DID date the prom queen, probably had a sports car in high school and probably has skated (unconsciously) on their good looks, great skin, and amazing hair. 

So, I start, completely confident that I'll nail it. Then the very bro guy (who's dental work was immaculate) yelled "This is the best song", and proceeds to sing it very loudly, and very incorrectly, right at me. Then the entire crowd starts singing it, to varies level of accuracy. Uh oh.

Ladies and gentlemen, I completely kiboshed it. Never got into the right key. I nailed the crescendo but at that point it's like the last scene in Braveheart where the crowd is just asking for a quick merciful death as Mel Gibson screams 'Freedom'. Freedom from ever showing my face here again, that's for sure. 

I think, maybe I'll get one of those minivan gacha balls on the way home.