It's monday and I can already say that this week is going to be insane. Tomorrow night I am singing the National Anthem at the Legends USBL basketball game with 3 other compadres. It's kind of funny how not more than 15 years ago I always looked at singers as being selfish. There they stood all by themselves belting out tunes and soaking in the attention like they were Kings and Queens speaking to their loyal peasants. Now look at me. I can't get enough of it. It seems like I can't shake this singing gig, and its not like I have a great voice or anything. I think I went to the Jason Alexander school of singing; Act like you can do it. And in truth that is all it really is. If you have some sort of ability to carry a note you can pull it off. I remember back in college I was dared to enter a local radio stations kareoke contest. Luckily for me I knew 2 of the judges and got into the final round. I knew there was no way I was going to win it on talent alone, so I picked a song that I thought that the local crowd would get into. I chose Travis Tritt's T-R-O-U-B-L-E. I had never even sung it before but that night I was the man. Gyrating and playing up the crowd like no other. Long story short I won the Male division and got a free weekend trip to KC and some wonderful parting gifts. I abolutely know for a fact I wasn't the best singer there, but I guess my acting job fooled them into thinking I was.
Okay enough of that rant, back to the week at hand. We have a cabaret this weekend for which I am playing the drums, I have to squeeze in a meeting on thursday in Wichita for work, then perform Friday and Saturday at the Cabaret. I know it doesn't seem like much, but I really wonder sometimes why I subject myself to this kind of schedule. I guess its a labor of love really. Why else would I do it?
