Elizabeth's Thought's
THE KARAOKE MAN
by Elizabeth Geyer
Last weekend I went to my favorite pizza place where everything is always the same. But this time it was different. A man arrived, dressed like a taxation officer, wheeling a karaoke machine!
I liked watching him set up. I liked his assurance, the way he plugged in a few leads, stood back, hitched his belt up, surveying the progress, no mucking around. The musical signs weren't good. But it still FELT good. It felt like we were all in safe hands.
Then he pressed PLAY. Now I don’t know how to say it - but after a certain amount of gigs there are particular things you come to dread and avoid, and over the next 45 minutes he happily embraced my whole list.
He sang the theme from Titanic, Always on my Mind, Unchained Melody…the backings were tired, the saxophone sounds plastic versions of plastic saxophones. He transported me straight to a country Australian RSL Club, somewhere dark and cool, where there's hardly anybody around, just the blazing afternoon outside, the mindless looping din of poker machines, somewhere beer soaked, where the carpet is sticky.
And I was HAPPY! Beforehand we had been a disconnected roomful of strangers. Now people were smiling at first ABOUT him, but truly in no time at all, WITH him. We were connected.
It hit me again, the awesome power of live music, even when it is a man and a karaoke machine. He still bravely exposed his heart and guts to a bunch of strangers. It's amazing how live music can melt strangers and any feelings of loneliness and make us warm inside.
He reminded me of the real reason I love to perform…but also what an enormous privilege it is. It was one of the happiest nights I can remember.
Elizabeth's Thought's
Being Cool Like Everybody Else
by Elizabeth Geyer
I used to binge drink when I was a teenager. I wasn't out of control,
but still I would wake up the next morning looking and feeling
disgusting, faced with an ugly embarrassing trail of things I had said
or done the night before. I began to hate myself, so I stopped, and
lost all my 'friends' in the process. It turned out that unless we were
planning a drunken night out we had nothing to talk about.
I am not advocating life without fun!!! And what doesn't work for me
may not mean it doesn't work for someone else. I suspect that drinking
and drugs have inspired some amazing pieces of art and songwriting. But
my drinking wasn't helping me write songs, it was helping me be an
impostor. I was only doing it so I could fit in with everyone else.
The fact is I have never been cool, not for a second, and never will be. Hooray yippee DOO DAH !!!!
I wish, wish, wish I could stand on a rooftop and scream out to the
entire world ' DON'T DO STUFF because he, she or everyone else is doing
it'.
If we are all only supposed to just wear, be and do what is 'cool',
what is the point in every single one of us being created unique?