Last night I made a poor karaoke decision.
The event: the book-release party for Brian Raftery‘s Don’t Stop Believin’: How Karaoke Conquered the World and Changed My Life (which everyone should purchase immediately).
The band: the inimitable imitators known as the Punk Heavy Metal Karaoke Band (whom you should check out this Friday night at Fontana’s).
The options: Billy Idol’s “Dancing with Myself,” a perfectly fabulous tune that just happens to fall neatly within my very limited vocal range. 2) “Tom Sawyer” by Rush, which the band wanted to play instead.
I chose Billy Idol.
Now, many people out there know me as the author of Perfect From Now On: How Indie Rock Saved My Life, and so might wonder why I’d ever regret snubbing a prog-tastic rock jam like “Tom Sawyer.” But these same people haven’t yet read my upcoming master opus, Geddy From Now On: How Rush Saved My Life.
In penance, I have decided to spend the entire day listening to the drums of Neil Peart, which isn’t actually penance at all but instead a nifty way to drive my neighbors insane.
This also happened last night, by the way. Good times.
WHY I’M ANGRY TODAY
My head has been busted by Budweiser.