Chubtone
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Once upon a time there was this kick ass karaoke bar called Rockin' Karaoke #37. James Brown and Little Richard got up to sing a song now and then. Ian Gillan, Robert Plant and David Coverdale sang songs here and there too. Ray Gillen and John Sykes sang from time to time. Layne Staley and Chris Cornell often took turns at the mic. When they weren't singing they were hanging and having fun and giving little singing tips to others here and there.
It was a chill place. Many of their peers were there and many people who just loved to sing would sing too. When one of these guys would finish singing, everyone would clap and give a little pat on the back and say, "Good job". And everyone would go back to chilling out and having low key fun.
One day a dude walked into the karaoke bar with some friends. He dug the place. He dug the vibe. He wanted to hang here. Heck, he wanted to own the place. He was having a blast. He was buying drinks left and right and his circle of friends was getting larger as who doesn't want free drinks and to be in the middle of the party? So he made arrangements to buy the place. He told everyone, "it's cool, the place will stay the same". But that circle of hangers on kept getting larger and louder.
Fast forward a few months....David Coverdale went up on stage and sang "Burn" and just killed it, but most people didn't notice it because of the ruckus going on in the brand new VIP section of the bar. The owner had just shown up on a new Harley and it was bitchin' and everyone wanted to make doubly sure that the owner noticed them telling him how sweet the bike was and that he was living the dream.
A couple of months later, Layne Staley and Cornell decided to do a duet and they were monster. A few people clapped but everyone was really looking at that VIP section. Now there were dancing girls and disco lights and Cristal for anyone that could get close enough to that inner circle to hold out their glass. Boy did some guys scramble to get closer to that inner circle.
The vibe down on the floor in the main room of the bar was getting a little ho hum. Why go up there and bust out something bad ass for your buddies when that wasn't really what the place was about anymore? Coverdale stopped coming. He got back together with Tawny Kitaen and he was busy trying to restore his old Jag for her to dance on. Cornell decided to grab a guy from this forum and go on tour with him and do it for real. The other guys just eventually stopped coming too, but the party in the VIP room didn't notice and showed no signs of slowing down, except no one was going on stage and singing karaoke anymore and hardly anyone was hanging out.
Every now and then Plant and Gillan would pop in to grab a quick drink and see what was up. They might even run into James Brown and one of them would say, "remember how cool Rockin' Karaoke #37 was?". "Yeah man! That was a blast". Except it always seemed one of those guys who stretched his arms as long as he could to reach that inner circle in the VIP room would overhear them and shout them down. He was just hoping that someone important would hear him and he would get some Cristal in his glass next time.
It was a chill place. Many of their peers were there and many people who just loved to sing would sing too. When one of these guys would finish singing, everyone would clap and give a little pat on the back and say, "Good job". And everyone would go back to chilling out and having low key fun.
One day a dude walked into the karaoke bar with some friends. He dug the place. He dug the vibe. He wanted to hang here. Heck, he wanted to own the place. He was having a blast. He was buying drinks left and right and his circle of friends was getting larger as who doesn't want free drinks and to be in the middle of the party? So he made arrangements to buy the place. He told everyone, "it's cool, the place will stay the same". But that circle of hangers on kept getting larger and louder.
Fast forward a few months....David Coverdale went up on stage and sang "Burn" and just killed it, but most people didn't notice it because of the ruckus going on in the brand new VIP section of the bar. The owner had just shown up on a new Harley and it was bitchin' and everyone wanted to make doubly sure that the owner noticed them telling him how sweet the bike was and that he was living the dream.
A couple of months later, Layne Staley and Cornell decided to do a duet and they were monster. A few people clapped but everyone was really looking at that VIP section. Now there were dancing girls and disco lights and Cristal for anyone that could get close enough to that inner circle to hold out their glass. Boy did some guys scramble to get closer to that inner circle.
The vibe down on the floor in the main room of the bar was getting a little ho hum. Why go up there and bust out something bad ass for your buddies when that wasn't really what the place was about anymore? Coverdale stopped coming. He got back together with Tawny Kitaen and he was busy trying to restore his old Jag for her to dance on. Cornell decided to grab a guy from this forum and go on tour with him and do it for real. The other guys just eventually stopped coming too, but the party in the VIP room didn't notice and showed no signs of slowing down, except no one was going on stage and singing karaoke anymore and hardly anyone was hanging out.
Every now and then Plant and Gillan would pop in to grab a quick drink and see what was up. They might even run into James Brown and one of them would say, "remember how cool Rockin' Karaoke #37 was?". "Yeah man! That was a blast". Except it always seemed one of those guys who stretched his arms as long as he could to reach that inner circle in the VIP room would overhear them and shout them down. He was just hoping that someone important would hear him and he would get some Cristal in his glass next time.
