Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Karaoke To Scaryoke

I blame my mother and my Filipinoness, really. Karaoke, that is. I’m confident every American Filipino is born with a mic in their hand, and a rice cooker in the other. Standard issued cultural items, basically.

After some inflection it was no surprise to me that I’ve had karaoke in my life prior to meeting Mari, Malarky’s, and becoming a karaoke host. The first “time” was an impromptu session that I thought I was alone.

In 1996, I was a supervisor for the now defunct Thrifty Payless Drug Stores Inc. One particular morning, I was assigned inventory count in our warehouse at the back of the store. I plugged in the overhead music,  which was nothing more than Muzak tracks on a repeated loop. I needed some white noise, even if it was the same 8 songs that I’ve heard for 5 years. I knew every lyric of every song by memory. Once ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” popped on, I launched into singing into my Papermate microphone, and my clipboard tambourine. I was alone in a 1,000 square foot area, so I flexed my golden pipes. As the song faded into the next one, I heard a faint clapping from the overhead office from the accountant that had no doubt been there the whole time.

Then that erupted into full blown applause at the end of performance mixed in with laughter from the morning crew that had gathered by the swinging doors which I didn’t notice.

Fantastic, I thought. I’ll never be able to live this down with a crew comprised of an ex-Marine, a practicing boxer, and a Korean War vet. Over the next couple weeks, my work desk was adorned with ABBA posters, a white belt, a pair of white boots, and of course, a tambourine.

I digress.


For the most part, I’ve performed karaoke sober or relatively buzzed. I noticed that other singers would be hammering down drinks or shots prior to their song. My eyebrows furrowed the first few times I saw this.

I thought, “Why the hell would you want to be Hot Mess Express pulling into the depot?”

Curiosity got the better of me, so I asked. And repeated the question, and have kept a running list of answers.


  • To lower my fear
  • To gather courage
  • To sound better

Being an on-again-off-again karaoke host, I’ve come to the conclusion that everyone has one good song in them. Whether they’ve belt it out in their car, shower, or empty crib, they have that song that speaks to them.

I’ve seen the gamut of singers: ex-professional singers to sloppy drunk singers.

What’s your go-to karaoke song, Spaceship Earth? Or if you had a gun to your head and you were forced to sing a karaoke song, what would it be? (this is affectionately known as a karaoke suicide – a song that’s unpolished)

Comment below, lemme know what you think!

Be good like you should, but if you can’t be good then be good at what you do!

Microphone drop! bOoM

‘los; outro.

Monday, February 22, 2016

Love It Or Loathe It – Valentine’s Day


Here we go, again. Valentine’s Day has come and gone for another year. Whether you love it, or loathe it, you’ll have to wait another year to celebrate. For those that love it, it’s inspiration for expensive expressions of love such as diamonds,  and other bling, grand gestures of romance over a weekend getaway, or the pinnacle of love with marriage proposals!

Or do you loathe it by calling it Singles Awareness Day?  Or do you quip it’s another Hallmark Holiday. Is it occasion to “treat yo self” with gifts that you would give yourself for any reason? Do you revel in the fact of single status? Do you just look forward to the day after Valentine’s Day known as International That’s What She Said Day?

Based on the social media posts I’ve read online, and my unofficial all-weekend long survey of customers at my workplace, I’m saying it’s subjective answer based on your way-point in life at that time, during that year.

That’s right, you’ve read that correctly. To me, it depends.

If it’s a budding relationship, it’s a day to celebrate the love that’s developing. A “young love” is the target audience, to be honest, whether by age of the persons involved, or timeline of the love.

If it’s an established love, or if you are single per se, I noticed Valentine’s Day shoppers echoed that it’s an obligatory day to spend money as an expression of their love to their loved one – see what I did there?

What did I do for Valentine’s Day this year, you ask? I worked, but still found a way to express my love for my girl. My girl, Cher, loves flowers. Since my workplace has ready access to flowers, I spoke with the flower ladies about my dilemma of working beyond regular human hours yet wanting to do something special on Valentine’s Day.

They hooked me up with red intuition roses for special lady. 



Our late, great gift exchange was quiet but beautiful. Why? Because I simply got to see my girlfriend, and revel in face time with her. The roses I gave her, the Silver City Scotch Ale that she gave me were nice gestures, but pale in comparison to the smile on our faces when we talked. 

So tell me, Spaceship Earth. Valentine’s Day – love it or loathe it? Was it inspiration for a truly awww-so-thoughtful moment of grand romance? Do you have a train-wrecky Valentine’s Day story to share?

Comment below to let me know!

Be good like you should, but if you can’t be good then be good at what you do!

Microphone drop! bOoM

‘los; outro.