Having sang in bands before, Suzy intrinsically knew how to deliver the drama. Suzy brought down the lights in her room, pulled her hoodie over her head, and crooned Jewel's "You Were Meant For Me," looking into her laptop camera with the same sensual innocence Jewel herself delivers in her music videos.
Exasperated by cabin fever and a deep desire to belt out "Torn" by Natalie Imbruglia, I decided to find a way to host virtual karaoke. I realized then that if I kar'd to 'oke ever again, it would only happen by my own volition. (A karaoke mic infected me with a serious cold just a few months ago.) Saddened by my inability to torment a group of friends and strangers with a drunken rendition of "Since U Been Gone," I verbalized my lament on Twitter, posting, "Solemnly looking out of my window, a single tear gathering in my eye, I ask myself 'will I ever karaoke again?'” A degree in virology isn't necessary to know that karaoke microphones are probably a petri dish of COVID-19 bacteria and god knows what else. Well… nothing except the outbreak of a deadly virus. As a hardcore karaokephile, nothing can keep me out of that darkly lit, laser beam-filled room.
On one particularly infamous occasion, I got physically carried out of the joint while wearing boots I forced back on even though my socks were somehow soaked in beer. It's seen me at my best, and my worst, embracing me at both extremes. The karaoke bar near my work has been the go-to spot for countless happy hours and birthdays.