On Sunday we headed back to Thompkins Square Park to enjoy the sunshine. (From L to R: Matt Lavin aka "Buddy" from Sid & Buddy fame, Vin, me and the Tins).
Any time you end up wearing a silver sparkly bandana, it's usually a safe bet to say you've had an interesting evening. And hey, the month's only half over. Click here for Part Two.
Man, wouldn't you have thought I would've run out of things to say about pictures of my friends singing at Sid & Buddy's karaoke by now? Um, I think I have which is why I'm writing this instead of saying something funny. Here's Carol, Marjorie and Buddy.
After we finished making up stupid babynames, we headed into Soho to try to catch the Monday night edition of Sid and Buddy karaoke, only to arrive and find Sid and Buddy (aka - Matt & Matt) packing up all of their karaoke stuff and leaving Nolita Tavern in the middle of their set after having a fall out with the management there. We retreated to Dan and Corrie's nearby apartment to reflect on the tragic, sudden end of Sid and Buddy's year long reign at Nolita Tavern (on a side note, I'm writing this in July of 2004 and Nolita Tavern is completely gone. The bar wasn't doing well so Howard, the owner, ended up selling it to John Lombardi, and Lombardi's pizza expanded their restaurant into what used to be Nolita Tavern. So if you ever eat at the famous Lombardi's on Spring Street, and you hear the haunting strains of Laura Brannigan's "Gloria" echoing through the halls, now you'll know why...)
Sid & Buddy quickly caught on. Now at this point, it pretty much stopped being about her ass and just started being about how much we could get away with behind this unsuspecting girl's back. Here's Buddy barking like a dog.
Now, most of you probably don't know this about me, but I have a pinhead. No, really. I do. And I guess it doesn't look tiny because when I tell people about it, they never believe me - or at least they don't until I take someone's normal-sized hat and put it on and SHAZAM! Pinhead! Check out Matt cackling at my tiny head swimming in Grant's hat.
It was super early, but I decided to pop in and say hi to Sid and Buddy in the basement. Buddy told me that he wanted to me to see if my new camera was fast enough the capture his new, "flaming hand" pyrotechnic toy. (Because, hey, pyrotechnics takes karaoke to a whole new level). Here he is...ready...
Then Grant and Buddy teamed up for one of the most explosive performances of Van Halen's "Panama" I've ever seen. Between the two of them, they managed to pull about half of and six "Faces of Rock." Here's Grant pulling the "Oh My God!"
And I saved the best for last...check out the ghetto pyrotechnics! That's right, they took sparklers and scotch-taped them to the ceiling for the big "Wanted Dead or Alive" Bon Jovi hair-metal finale!
What, you don't believe me? See those two smoking hot, blonde hula girls? Yeah, that's right! They got so hot and bothered by my karaoke jam that right after i was done singing they took me in the bathroom and I totally got down with both of them! So who's gay now, huh? Huh?
Look! Sometimes there's even the occasional celebrity. That's Peter Reigert (he played "Boon" in Animal House, remember), up on stage to sing "Shout." (He was there because it was the wrap-party for a movie he'd just finished directing. Beverly D'Angelo [aka - Ellen Griswold *swoon*] was in the movie too and I was hoping that I'd get to dedicate a karaoke jam just for her, but she was a no-show. Bah.)