Many of you know that I have a slight obsession with karaoke. If not, you should be aware that this will be a common theme on the blog. You should also know that I’m not that great of a singer (but will happily post videos anyway).
To me, the point of karaoke is not to sing well. The point is to get onstage and let go of your inhibitions. It’s incredibly freeing. Just get up there and let yourself sing (horribly or otherwise) and dance and have fun. It’s also about bringing a roomful of strangers together, even if it’s just for a 3 minute song. My #1 goal on karaoke night is to have that awkward guy in the corner forget how horribly awkward he is, and raise his glass while he screams the chorus of a crappy 90s song in unison with everyone else.
So. I had done my research and was stoked about karaoke in Barcelona. A place called Sor Rita had the best reviews and looked like a really fun venue.
And it totally was. High heels glued to the ceiling, Barbie dolls hanging from beer can chandeliers, and a cheetah print wall filled with picture frames greeted us as we walked in the door.
Backstory: The last time I sang karaoke in Spain, every single person sang Spanish songs I’d never heard of. Since I didn’t know any Spanish songs, I tried to sing an American pop song and still get everyone excited about it. (For the record, it did kind of work, but it was an effort.)
This time, I decided to dedicate some time to learning the Spanish lyrics to a song that everyone would know. “Bailando” by Enrique Iglesias was going to be my jam. I found the KJ (Karaoke Jockey) in the back and signed up.
And in that moment, I was thrilled.
HERE’S THE THING. The first couple of songs were in Spanish. I gave Michael an I-told-you-so sort of look. I was feeling pretty smug about my choice and ready to rock the mic.
Then, all of a sudden, I hear the opening notes of “Torn” by Natalie Umbruglia. Wait, what?? That can’t be right. I looked up, expecting to see an American tourist. Nope. Definitely a local. There were pretty much only locals in this bar, and I only had only heard Catalan and Spanish the entire night. I looked around and everyone was singing along. Okay, interesting, but probably a fluke.
The next song starts and it’s “I Want It That Way” by the Backstreet Boys. Another local is singing, and it’s another American pop song that apparently everyone knows. Then “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls. And then “Simply the Best” by Tina Turner.
GAH seriously??? I was getting a little more nervous at this point. I had already signed up for my song. It was a done deal. So all the Spanish people were going to sing American songs, and the American was going to sing a Spanish song??
As I’m staring at Michael with giant-probably-scared-looking eyes and glancing uneasily around the room trying to figure out what was happening, the KJ got on the mic: he announced that someone had called the police with a noise complaint and the singing had to be shut down for the night.
Aaaand I’ve probably never been so happy to NOT karaoke in my life.