“Do you think it will be alright, if I just crash here tonight?” That is the only line I know of the Gin Blossom’s song “Hey Jealousy.”
The people that do Karoke at bars are one of two kinds: 1) Those that went to try out at the last American Idol, and 2) those that have had at least one good shot of choice! And all the same kind of Karoke singers seem to gather at the same bars. For example, those Karoke singers that gather at Spectators Sports Bar in Pueblo Colorado are of the first genre. Visit Spectators on a Sunday night and you will see all the Puebloans that got turned down at the last American Idol try out. All very serious… The same ones are always there – the diva, the heavy rocker singing Metallica or the like, the old man singing Sinatra or Elvis, the old woman singing Patsy Cline, and the African American woman that just brings the house down!
Then there are the Karoke singers that gather at Andy McCarthy’s Sports bar on Wednesday nights – all of the second kind. All have had at least one shot – and usually started out at the Green Light’s panic hour and have had more than one good shot! The same ones are always there – the guy and girl singing Summer Nights, the group of girls singing Like a Virgin, or the group of guys singing Bohemian Rhapsody.
So Pitchers in Aurora seems to attract the first type of Karoke singers – all serious. During my night there I heard the Diva sing Kryptonite, an old man sing What a Wonderful World, a hot tattooed heavy metal girl sing My Immortal, and I heard a bring-the-house-down rendition of Uninvited! Finally, after my Washington Apple – my boyfriend’s roommates talked me into going up there to sing Hey Jealousy by the Gin Blossoms. At worst I figured I could lip the words, and let the girls belt it out – hoping that they were Karoke singers type 1 themselves. But no such luck – they had already had their prerequisite shots as well. We were the last to sing that night, and all eyes were on us – waiting for us to top every performance that had already happened that night. As I belted out the words into one of the two microphones, one measure behind, the old man that sang What a Wonderful World sat in front of the stage with a disappointed look. Our boyfriends cheered us on. And amidst the disappointed looks, and cheering from said boyfriends – I decided to belt it out even louder! “Hey Jealousy, Hey Jealousy!”
I think I will stick to Karoke nights at Andy’s! 
