Ralph Walderson Emerson once said, “The earth laughs in flowers.” If that’s true, then my front yard is howling with delight right now. I’m so thrilled with how our red and yellow tulips have flourished this year. I had to take some snaps earlier today since they don’t last very long. Fortunately, new and different blooms will come after the tulips have had their day.
Off to celebrate my son’s birthday. And pretend I can sing. (There’s something magical about a karaoke microphone, right?)
It was Marilyn McCoo and Billy Davis Jr. who sang that line, “You don’t have to be a star, baby, to be in my show.” It’s a good thing, too, or I’d be up the creek without a microphone. Indeed, I discovered last night that the best way to kill a classic is for me to sing it. But, oh, the “song-icide” can be so much fun.
We’ll be hosting a birthday party for our son this weekend, and the main activity is a karaoke event with his friends. Last night he came over, and we set up the equipment in our family room to test it and make sure it all works. One thing led to another, so for nearly three hours we added song after song to the queue, and we sang ourselves raspy over the course of the night. My selections included:
“Bohemian Rhapsody” (Queen)
“My Heart Will Go On” (Celine Dion)
“Theme from the Brady Bunch” (Sherwood Schwartz)
“Footloose” (Kenny Loggins)
“New York, New York” (Frank Sinatra)
“Y.M.C.A.” (Village People)
“Climb Every Mountain” (The Sound of Music)
“Kiss the Girl” and “Part of Your World” (The Little Mermaid)
“Somewhere in the Night” (Barry Manilow)
“I Will Always Love You” (Whitney Houston)
“Scenes from an Italian Restaurant” (Billy Joel)
And that’s just the tip of the iceburg of all the songs we attempted. Worse than my singing was the misguided attempt (by me) to dance during “Footloose.” All digital evidence of the spectacle has been destroyed. But the funniest moment was injecting Scuttle’s throaty little descant into “Kiss the Girl.” I may have ruptured something laughing at myself.
I didn’t realize how much fun karaoke could be, or how much I needed to blow off a little steam after the crazy schedule I’ve been keeping lately (not to mention the awfulness of the pandemic year). As King Solomon once said, “A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones” (Prov 17:22).
All my life I’ve wanted to be a singer in the worst possible way. I can finally say that I’ve reached my goal.