That Reminds Me

Reading Red's karaoke experience, I just realized what an intense hole has been left in my life.

I've been single (again) for almost six years now. And for five of those years, on Saturday nights when I had no kids (about every other week, on average), no date (much more common) and nothing else pressing (pretty common), my old standby was going to sing karaoke at the Chevy's (nee Rio Bravo, nee Chi Chi's) on Hamline at I-94. It's an easy walk from home, they had a decent special on not-awful beer, and there were few enough regulars that I could actually get up and sing 3-4 times a night if I wanted to. And some nights, I really, really wanted to. My best:

• I did a "Born to Run" that usually got a few people cheering along
• Me and the host did a really cool version of "The Weight", by the Band. I do harmony pretty well, and for whatever reason I'm able to tune into Robbie Robertson's zone pretty easily.
• I did a "Jump Around" by House of Pain that had the whole bar - yep, jumping around. Perhaps it was the novelty of a middle-aged schlump rapping "I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe/if your girl steps up, I'm slappin the ho/word to your moms/I came to drop bombs/I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms..."

Anyway, Chevy's bagged the karaoke about a year ago. And for the life of me, I can't find a bar anywhere in Saint Paul that does karaoke on Saturday nights.

No, I don't want to drive to Shakopee or Savage. Saint Paul is one of America's great cities; for the love of humanity, why can it not have a karaoke joint on Saturday nights?

Posted by Mitch at July 17, 2005 12:00 PM | TrackBack