Thursday, March 13, 2014
Close to Nowhere
I’ve never been one much to go “out” at night. I’m pretty much an old fogey. Always have been.
So, when my youngest brother asked me a couple months ago if there was any place in Holly Springs to do karaoke, I wasn’t sure.
But there is. Every Friday night at JB’s on the square, there’s karaoke. My brother came for the weekend and off we went, daughter Dana, granddaughters Mere and Remy and a friend. Remy sang a couple of songs, Mere didn’t, as she can’t sing a note. Neither can her mother. Neither can I, for that matter.
Danny and Remy sang though and I was pleasantly surprised to find that Danny sang well — I wasn’t even embarrassed. (I knew Remy could sing.)
This past week Danny was on vacation and he came down to do some “Danny do” things for me. When he asked me to go with him to karaoke again, how could I refuse?
Everyone else already had other plans, so Danny and I trekked off by ourselves.
We really had a good time. I remembered some of the other singers from our previous visit — most of whom are really, really good.
I don’t know anyone’s name and wouldn’t publish them without permission anyway — there were two girls the first time and the same two girls and another girl this time that are so good — really talented.
There were two guys I remember from our previous trip and a new guy this time. (Sounds the same as the girls, doesn’t it?)
The girls sang a couple songs by Adele and others and nailed them. The new guy sang Hank Williams and he nailed those songs.
The tall guy sang a variety of older country songs and I’ve become a big fan of his. The young guy sang Elvis last time and Jerry Lee this time and he is so good!
A couple years ago, I picked up my brother’s dog to babysit while he went in the hospital. As I drove off, looking back at him, I wondered if he would live through the horrible time he was having. I didn’t think so at the time.
Watching him Friday night on the stage with the tall guy, the young guy and the Hank guy, all singing “I Am A Man of Constant Sorrow,” laughing and having a great time, I almost cried. A couple years ago, I was so sure that I’d lost my baby brother.
We’re going back Friday night and I hope to bring Remy and she will sing. She has a really nice voice and loves music.
“Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast, To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak.”
by William Congreve, in “The Mourning Bride,” 1697.
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