Molly Maguire's sister tavern, The Ould Triangle (just south what used to be Leilani Lanes) on Greenwood Ave recently started a Wednesday karaoke night. Steve, the KJ that's made Molly's one of the best karaoke Thursdays in town, is working on doing the same thing here. I checked it out on Cinco de Mayo.
And here you thought only straight black guys wore Coogi sweaters.
I'm no stranger to this bar. It's five blocks from my house and I used to drink there many years back when it was known as the Globe Ale House. The Globe started out as kind of a cool British soccer pub, but eventually turned into a shithole. A few months back I drank there for the first time since it became Ould Triangle, and it's become a pretty sweet Irish Pub.
The place was only half full when I got there at 10:30. That will all change once the Rickshaw overflow catches wind of this place. It's one really big room. There's a pool table at the entry, dart boards to the left, and tables all around. The bar stretches all along the north wall and the KJ station and stage are located at the elevated seating area on the southeast corner of the room. There were people all along the bar and at the tables around the KJ section, but not too many people on the floor.
They had books at the bar, so I bellied up to one as I got there. The guy singing at the time was a friendly looking white guy in his fifties and I recognized him from somewhere. He sang James Taylor's "Sweet Baby James" with this high nasally voice, kind of like John Denver. I felt like I'd heard it many times before, but couldn't place it.
The people around the KJ section were having a blast. It was like they were having their own private party up there. As soon as KJ Steve gets this night dialed in, that's definitely going to be the spot people will be getting there early to snag. This guy got up and did "King of the Road" and they all sang along--and eventually everyone at the bar started singing along, too. That number is a great example of how some of the simplest songs can be the best crowd-pleasers.
Steve called me up after five singers. I decided to try something loungy: George Michael's "Kissing a Fool." Crooning is far from my strong suit, but I felt I could handle this original version from the 80's. The remake Michael Buble made popular requires way more vocal discipline than I currently possess. The performance started out great. Steve (God bless him) had the mic turned up loud. I just loved hearing myself deliver those soft romantic verses, and my voice was in complete control.
As the song went on I kept on rolling. I hit the every lyric at all the right spots. If I was playing Rock Band I would have been working on a perfect score, but the bottom dropped out at the climax when Michael's voice just shoots way out of my range. I could practice every day for ten years, and will never be able to hit those notes.
When I sat down, a dude with Elvis chops was sitting the chair beside me. We started chatting and I realized he was a singer I wrote about in my Molly Maguire review. He annoyed me by singing "Born to Run" really well--and I tried to outdo him with Mellencamp.
The guy's name is Jeremy and he's a good friend of Steve's. Jeremy turned out to be a really cool guy with a huge passion for karaoke. We talked about the spots we liked to hit and new karaoke technology. He sang an awesome "Float On" by Modest Mouse. I told him it's too bad there are not more songs available to sing by them, because he sounded just like Isaac Brock. He told me he heard about this karaoke device that takes the vocals out of recordings. I've heard about that thing too, but I'll see it when I believe it.
The John Denver guy from earlier that I recognized from somewhere sang "Sister Christian," and I finally remembered how I knew him. He was in the St. John's choir with my dad when I was a really little kid. He sang the lead in this hymn that still randomly pops in my head to this day. It was kind of weird to see him in a bar, but I remembered my dad's love for Rich & Rare Canadian whiskey back then, so I stopped judging.
As time went on we started breaking down singers and their song choices. Jeremy had really good opinions, and I started getting very comfortable talking to him. As this gal sang a pretty rendition of "Name" by the Goo Goo Dolls, I went into one of my favorite rants about how chicks get more attractive to me when I see them sing well. I was about to go into how this gal wouldn't normally jump out at me, but she sounds so hot I totally want to bang her. But before I could say it, Jeremy told me she was Steve's daughter, and my pant full of bone became a pant full of alone.