While the wife and I were driving last night a song came on the radio that reminded me of something....
Several years ago we all ended up in a dive bar & eatery my brother had purchased in shall we say a low economic area of my hometown. It was the kind of place where as the crowd shuffled in you would see some shit, twilight zone type shit. Was that a midget?(pardon the non-pc), Oh, look, there's a black girl with a rebel flag t-shirt on, who's the guy with the peg leg ? , wtf, did axyl rose just walk through the door?. All decent nice people, but you would see some characters there. A place you might actually see a werewolf, or a damn close approximation.
So the place had karaoke. I wasnt feeling too ambitious, but was talked into doing a number. So, I chose something easy to sing, Werewolves of London, Warren Zevon. The song starts out and everyone is grooving, loving it, hitting the dance floor. I was a hit already and hadn't sang a word! Now, I had forgotten that Kid Rock had somewhat recently sampled the song, a sampled song that became quite popular in some circles . Time for the vocals to come in I start to sing. Everyone, I mean everyone stops dead in their tracks, mouths agape, staring straight at me like I'm from Mars. Confused. The dance floor pretty much empties. I mean some of them actually seemed a bit disgruntled as if I was ruining the song on purpose with some with my own sample of made up on the spot shit. I wanted to just leave the stage, but I couldn't..."Aooo werewolves of London". I was a tad more motivated next rotation and chose something perhaps a bit applicable to the situation, Chicago, Does anybody really know what time it is. Perhaps a little on the high falutin side, but it went over well and apparently I had redeemed myself.