I've been checking in with Guy #3 on my Karaoke to the Death song choices since he's a karaoke barfly. He nixed "Crazy" by Patsy Cline because he said it was too cliche.
I avoid cliches like the plague. So I sent him "I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar" by Helen Reddy.
He replied with:
True story: my first concert was Helen Reddy. This was the mid ‘80s, and my father’s real estate/water business was up in the Bullhead City/Laughlin area. He would stay in Laughlin and often hit the casinos at night. He would never tell us, but I think he used to gamble pretty heavily…such that he would get comped rooms and show tickets. Once he must have won big and he had the whole family drive up from Phoenix to stay at the casino/resort and see Helen Reddy perform.
Like a big shot he got a table up front, and as is customary for casino shows, the performer would come around and talk to people in the crowd. Well, with me being a blue eyed blond 11 year old kid in the front row, I was quite the target for such banter. She talked to me and made me talk to the crowd. Later in the show, I stepped out to go to the bathroom. As I was walking back in to the auditorium, I heard Helen Reddy say “now where has Boy #3 gone? Has he gone to the bathroom?” And the crowd laughed heartily as I retook my seat.
I f**king hate Helen Reddy.
I don't think this was the performance he saw, but there's a kid in the front who doesn't seem to be having a good time. Frankly, no one seems to be having a good time. But that macrame top is so bad it's good.
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