You aren't getting out of here unless you sing the blues

I went to karaoke the other night and boy I missed it. I do have my pet peeves; one is getting less than three songs in a night (I usually get four or five); and kj’s that don’t do a regular rotation of the slips. They also had a poor mix in the speakers, because I could barely hear myself clearly.

If I had a lover in my life, it would be singing. Which brings be to the story—here you go Sheena. It is somewhat long, but interesting.

It started back in 5th grade. I had become a fan of novelty rap songs and somewhere I know someone had video taped me doing "The Bugs Bunny rap" by Dr. Demento somewhere in the world. I went into middle school, learning "Do the Bartman" and went into more mainstream popular rap—mainly MC Hammer.

I would go to dances and was basically a wallflower until I started watching MTV and rap videos, learning how to breakdance. It didn’t give me chicks, but did give attention. So much in fact that I would be asked to dance during breaks in my social studies class. I was also in choir and started to learn to sing—although my voice was very quiet back then. (I was very shy, if you can believe it.)

Then came high school. I moved to Helena from Great falls, where I again joined choir and started to rap more and more often as well as sing. By then, it was Baby’s Got Back" and "Bust a Move." Still breakdanced and picked up "the worm" which to this day is my most impressive dance move. I did "Whoomp There it is" for a talent show my senior year.

Throughout college until now, I learn more of the popular ones and attempted a few times to write my own. I did one for a game show I was on called "You Don’t Know Jack". (Yet another story altogether.) But when karaoke became in, I started to learn more and more. I did great karaoke performances in Vegas, with rap and various other songs. I have been doing it ever since.

That’s all for now. If you know the movie that the line from the title of this posting is from, give yourself a cookie. Laters.