Quote of the Day: 07.14.2017
So I started reading a new book today called Turn Around Bright Eyes by Rob Sheffield. You may recognize his name from some Rolling Stone articles since he's a music critic for the magazine. Or you may have read one of his other books. I don't know your life. He wrote this other book called Love is a Mixtape. I bought that randomly on a whim when I was in Toronto for the film festival last year. (How was that already almost a year ago?? Somebody pay for me to go back please.)
Love is a Mixtape is a memoir about his early twenties to early thirties and his marriage. He thinks he's hit the jackpot because he sees all of his friends still looking for the person they're going to marry and he's all set. Tragically, his wife passes away when they're both thirty-one. The book is told through the mixtapes he made during their life together.
The book I'm reading now, Turn Around Bright Eyes, is about his move to New York City after his wife passed away and his attempt to fall back in love with life. And the thing that helps him find his way back? Karaoke. This book's living proof of what I already knew; karaoke can save your soul.
I love karaoke. If you're invited to my wedding (whenever that's gonna be), please be ready to sing some karaoke. I want like a whole live band karaoke thing and I will definitely be singing Life is a Highway at least twice. In my past karaoke experience, I've sung hits like Total Eclipse of the Heart, Summer Nights, What Makes You Beautiful, Pour Some Sugar on Me, and other classics. Let me be the first to tell you, I can't sing, but none of that matters if you just go for it. Lose yourself in a Hall & Oates song at 2 a.m.
The only time I ever bombed at karaoke was when I sang I'm Yours by Jason Mraz with my old roommate because she didn't want to sing it alone. Standing on that stage, with the microphone in my hand, squinting at the monitor was the first time I had ever heard that song in my life. I don't recommend approaching karaoke in that manner.