Karaoke
I swore I’d never do karaoke.
On one condition.
That was — If I could do Tenacious D, I would do it.
Tonight, it happened.
So it wasn’t my favorite D song. It was Wonderboy. I would have preferred Tribute or Fuck Her Gently. Maybe Double Team or The Road.
But they had it. So I did it.
I wish a camera was there. I put all my Jack Black soul into it. I interacted with the audience. I screamed my soul out. And when I screamed “GRAB HIS SCROTE”, I acted it out.
Ok, so it took a few beers and a shot of yag to get me to do it. I was nervous as shit. But I like to think I delivered. There were people there who knew the D, and responded appropriately.
In retaliation, I talked my bro-in-law to do “Why Don’t We Do It In The Road”.
TOTALLY WORTH IT.
BTW, the karaoke DJ said, “I don’t think I’ve heard this one” when I did it.
I like to think I ROCKED THEIR FUCKING SOCKS OFF.
April 11th, 2006 at 12:48 pm
Good for you! You are another step away from being a grey bloated zombie drone! I wish I could have seen it.
Now I have Wonder Boy stuck in my head…
April 11th, 2006 at 11:49 pm
Did you ever know that you’re my hero? Karaoking the D = InstaGod.
PS Your security codes are hard to type whilst drunk.