Firstly, thank you soooo much to
dv8productions,
bigjohnsinging, Alexis, Heather and my dad for coming out and suffering through the (s)karaoke contest with me. Your presence meant so damn much, really it did.
Secondly, I didn't get into the final round, which I knew would be the case. I broke some basic rules I usually use for karaoke contests, and well, it wasn't meant to be. Whatever. I can handle losing.
Thirdly, and I am saying this not because I didn't win, but because I am still in awe. I mean, I don't mind "losing" to talented people, but there were at least three women up there who had no business even being in the semi-finals, let alone going on to the final round! More than a few people made the comment that someone was sucking someone's cock...I vaguely recall a lady telling me the judges must like lips with stretch-marks. Oh yeah, all about the podunk! wuddah-wuddah hoo!
So I left with a few thoughts about the situation, amused, both by the situation as well as a few others that came up as a result of it. I also left remembering that my "style" is opera, not pop. I have been so distracted, depressed, PMS-ridden...all of these distract and harm my singing ability. I lost control of my voice several times tonight, sang a song with a big break in the middle, and had easily some of the worst stage-fright I have experienced in a very long time. I wasn't prepared when he called me...the list of reasons I did not make it in tonight are pretty endless. I then realized that my life is crawling back into it's chrysalis, and I just need to be OK with that change. It is inevitable, and necessary for me to succeed.
Then I come home and find ( this )
Secondly, I didn't get into the final round, which I knew would be the case. I broke some basic rules I usually use for karaoke contests, and well, it wasn't meant to be. Whatever. I can handle losing.
Thirdly, and I am saying this not because I didn't win, but because I am still in awe. I mean, I don't mind "losing" to talented people, but there were at least three women up there who had no business even being in the semi-finals, let alone going on to the final round! More than a few people made the comment that someone was sucking someone's cock...I vaguely recall a lady telling me the judges must like lips with stretch-marks. Oh yeah, all about the podunk! wuddah-wuddah hoo!
So I left with a few thoughts about the situation, amused, both by the situation as well as a few others that came up as a result of it. I also left remembering that my "style" is opera, not pop. I have been so distracted, depressed, PMS-ridden...all of these distract and harm my singing ability. I lost control of my voice several times tonight, sang a song with a big break in the middle, and had easily some of the worst stage-fright I have experienced in a very long time. I wasn't prepared when he called me...the list of reasons I did not make it in tonight are pretty endless. I then realized that my life is crawling back into it's chrysalis, and I just need to be OK with that change. It is inevitable, and necessary for me to succeed.
Then I come home and find ( this )
