Such good times. Thanks again, Matts. We'll carry Sid & Buddy in our hearts forever (on the condition that their costumes have been recently laundered).
I forget this girl's name - but she's awesome because no matter how many pics of her I take, she always ends up looking like a crazy homeless person in all of them.
When following an act like Grant, sometimes you gotta enlist the help of props. Fully intending to take on the master, relative karaoke newcomer Larson took the stage in full skipper regalia flanked by two pastel chicas and busted out Bonnie Tyler's Total Eclipse of the Heart (which he actually has the gumption to call "his" song! Playa, please!)
...PROP EXCESS! In accordance with Buddyhead's Rules of Rock (ie: "Number 18. Drummers can take off their shirts or they can wear gloves, but not both.") the Karaoke Rules of Rock must state that you can wear a Skipper's uniform or a HULKfist, never both.
Grant hit the stage and tried out some new moves. Like pretending that his leg and ass were a guitar so he could play along for the two-guitar solo (holy shit). After warming up the crowd with his new moves...
After the (outright boring) trip to the nudy bar, we decided to head to Remote Lounge and take over Sid and Buddy's karaoke night there. (I guess karaoke's becoming a bachelor party trend?)
Seth "Palm-greaser" Miller, introduced Sid & Buddy to his good friend "Mr. Frankin" and instantly the karaoke stage was ours. Here's Seth kicking things off with some Stevie.
As closing time approached, Matt invited (the few) remaining people left in the bar to all come up on stage and sing the standard end of the evening finale: Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody.
Thursday night, a mere three nights after their sudden demise at Nolita Tavern, I walked around the corner from my apartment (literally) to witness the rebirth of Sid & Buddy karaoke, rising from the ashes of mishap like a beautiful golden, um, singing Phoenix.
Then his pants. Somewhere along the lines a sailor hat, a life saver and an egg beater (yep, see it stuck down the front of his pants there?) entered the mix.
...then over to Matt who proceeded to use it to get his Hulk-jerk on. After that, the line had pretty much been crossed and no one wanted to wear it anymore. Hulk-jerk? I mean, come on.
It was super early, but I decided to pop in and say hi to Sid and Buddy in the basement. Buddy told me that he wanted to me to see if my new camera was fast enough the capture his new, "flaming hand" pyrotechnic toy. (Because, hey, pyrotechnics takes karaoke to a whole new level). Here he is...ready...
Then Grant and Buddy teamed up for one of the most explosive performances of Van Halen's "Panama" I've ever seen. Between the two of them, they managed to pull about half of and six "Faces of Rock." Here's Grant pulling the "Oh My God!"
Monday night karaoke was extra-special because there were all these Mafiosa guys there that wandered in after eating at Lombardi's nextdoor. They all sang Frank Sinatra songs.
Big Daddy tearing it up with Huey Lewis' seminal "I Want a New Drug." Homeboy kicked it so hard he needed not one, but two blonde, hula-clad male dancers. Check out that face; the urgency - can't you see how much Big Daddy wants that new drug?
Here's Frank Picarazzi (in a tuxedo shirt, no less) who insisted the prompter be turned off while he was singing because he was, "going 'off book'" for her schmoking version of Lionel Ritchie's "All Night Long."
After everyone woke up we headed around the corner to meet up with the rest of the gang over at Nolita Tavern for Saturday night Sid and Buddy Karaoke.
And I saved the best for last...check out the ghetto pyrotechnics! That's right, they took sparklers and scotch-taped them to the ceiling for the big "Wanted Dead or Alive" Bon Jovi hair-metal finale!
What, you don't believe me? See those two smoking hot, blonde hula girls? Yeah, that's right! They got so hot and bothered by my karaoke jam that right after i was done singing they took me in the bathroom and I totally got down with both of them! So who's gay now, huh? Huh?
Yo, you can diss and say that karaoke's gay and all. But you clearly have no idea what you're talking about because karaoke makes chicks totally hot and then they want to do you.
Look! Sometimes there's even the occasional celebrity. That's Peter Reigert (he played "Boon" in Animal House, remember), up on stage to sing "Shout." (He was there because it was the wrap-party for a movie he'd just finished directing. Beverly D'Angelo [aka - Ellen Griswold *swoon*] was in the movie too and I was hoping that I'd get to dedicate a karaoke jam just for her, but she was a no-show. Bah.)
On Monday, May 19th at 12:14am history was made as Sarah Lewitinn (of "Ultragrrrl" fame) finally drank enough to climb up on stage and pop her sweet, virgin karaoke cherry! She was a lil' shy at first...
Oh, did I forget to mention that they have a giant bag of costumes and (if you want) you can dress up as whoever you're singing a song by? Er, or as in this case, you can dress up in random, white jumpsuits. (Sorry guys, I forgot who you're supposed to be here!)