Mr. Brightside came on shuffle when I was sitting on the bus today. Of course one of my absolute favorite memories came to mind, and all of a sudden it was even funnier than every other time I’d ever thought about it. Singing that song in a karaoke bar in Montreal after firewhiskey shots, tipsy and beaming, half of my friends on the stage, half of my friends on the floor, singing and dancing, passing the mic around. It seems so personal, like such an amazing thing that only the ten or so of us can ever share. Then it struck me for the very first time in my life that we had an audience. For some reason in that moment and everytime I’d thought about it since then, the crowd had disappeared. It was just the bunch of us. Insane and loving life. Yet there I was intoxicated, under age, and kissing friends, only now realizing that we were in front of a bunch of people watching.
Talk about letting go of inhibitions.
It makes me wonder if they could see the love, if it was even half as amusing for them to watch as it was for us to live, funny at least, or if we were just a bunch of too young and drunken Karaoke crashers.
Such a pleasant coincidence that Total Eclipse of the Heart brought us into that bar that night.
HEY REMEMBER IN MONTREAL WHEN WE COMPLETELY TOOK OVER THAT KARAOKE STAGE AT THE BAR AND SANG MR. BRIGHTSIDE AFTER TAKING SHOTS OF FIREWHISKEY