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.
After we finished making up stupid babynames, we headed into Soho to try to catch the Monday night edition of Sid and Buddy karaoke, only to arrive and find Sid and Buddy (aka - Matt & Matt) packing up all of their karaoke stuff and leaving Nolita Tavern in the middle of their set after having a fall out with the management there. We retreated to Dan and Corrie's nearby apartment to reflect on the tragic, sudden end of Sid and Buddy's year long reign at Nolita Tavern (on a side note, I'm writing this in July of 2004 and Nolita Tavern is completely gone. The bar wasn't doing well so Howard, the owner, ended up selling it to John Lombardi, and Lombardi's pizza expanded their restaurant into what used to be Nolita Tavern. So if you ever eat at the famous Lombardi's on Spring Street, and you hear the haunting strains of Laura Brannigan's "Gloria" echoing through the halls, now you'll know why...)
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