In my non-writing life, I’ve sometimes been known to assemble a posse of the like-minded and take over the nearest karaoke bar. It started off as dutch courage and ten people crowded around a microphone, to going it alone and improvising strange poetry in the middle of “Stairway to Heaven”, even committing crimes against harmonica accompaniment. Finally I went along to regular karaoke seasons at my old local, the Rex Hotel. My 25th birthday (approx 10 years ago!) I rented out the entire sports bar and we belted out the karaoke until the small hours.
One of my favourite memories of Clarion South was when most of the class took over a Brisbane karaoke bar and we blew off six weeks of stress in one night of crazy tune-crankage. Good times
Some years back I made the finals of a local karaoke contest, but bombed out in the last round. Fast-forward to now, and I’m leafing through the Messenger, when I find out about this thing called the Karaoke World Championship. The Australian winner gets to represent our country in Finland, and apparently it’s a massive deal.
Local heats were being held around SA, including the Rex Hotel. Rounded up the posse, cranked it out, and now I’m in the venue finals if I can manage to get through the next round, then it’s onto the state finals for Team Fisch.