A curious thing happened at Nico’s the last time I was there for karaoke on a Saturday night. Nico’s is in Bloomfield (Little Italy). It’s about a twenty-minute walk from my apartment building.
I was sitting at the bar when the karaoke DJ called my name. The bar was packed. Karaoke takes place in the dinning room. I left my seat at the bar and walked into the dinning room. There had to be around 200 people in the dinning room. The lights were down low.
I’d already sung two songs, standing off to the side to watch the lyrics on the monitor like every other singer, the singer’s back to much of the audience.
I took the cordless mic. I was clean-shaven, had a bald head, was dressed in black, my signature bandana (black) around my head. It was around midnight. I had a bus to catch. This would be my last song of the night.
Since I knew the song by heart, I stood facing that large audience with my back to the monitor. The audience gradually began to become quiet. The bass intro of “We Gotta Get Out Of This Place” by The Animals began to rumble out of the sound system.
The Old Soldier slipped easily into his shaman persona and the show began…
At the last note of the song, the audience gave my performance enthusiastic applause. The audience stared at me as I walked over to the DJ and his girlfriend (wife?), gave him the mic, said my thank yous to both of them (they sat silent in what seemed to be mild shock) and I walked quickly back into the bar to get my things to catch my bus.
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