I think I’ve changed my mind on karaoke

William R. Toler - Daily Journal staff

My first experience with karaoke wasn’t a pleasant one.

I was sitting in a hotel lobby in Dillard, Georgia, using the complimentary computer when I heard an awful noise coming from the lounge.

I later recounted the experience in a short column for the August 2005 edition of the Campus Communicator, the college newspaper at Craven Community College where I served as managing editor.

“Just listening to the Karaoke King, or however the guy who runs it is identified, howl out a familiar song makes me think that Roy Orbison would climb out of his grave to strangle the singer with the microphone cord for butchering his classic “Pretty Woman” with notes so off-key Bob Dylan would hang his head in shame,” I wrote.

Now, 11 years later, I think my views have changed.

Having been out the past several months to karaoke nights at Hudson Brothers Deli and the Southern Roadhouse, I’ve found that most of the people here actually can sing — and don’t sound like “a howler monkey in heat.”

Although, every now and then…

I finally worked up the nerve to try a song on my own, picking Led Zeppelin’s “Ramble On” as my first solo performance. Apparently, I wasn’t too bad, because I was made to repeat it the following week.

Last week, I attempted “Whole Lotta Love,” another Zeppelin tune. Several people say I “rocked it.” I’ll take their word for it.

William R. Toler is editor of the Daily Journal.


William R. Toler

Daily Journal staff

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