I wrote the following linked posting over 3 years ago and I am still getting hate mail for it. This last one "This is truly the worst site I have come across. pretty immature writing." I am thinking about putting on my resume.
Tonight, I have been asked (and nervously agreed - actually I had to be berated into it since I am such a chickenshit) to be the host/emcee of NYC's Original Punk Rock Heavy Metal Karaoke. Essentially, you get to indulge your inner rock god by singing with a kick ass band backing you up. Everything from The Misfits to Black Flag to Led Zep to Alice Cooper to Motorhead to The Ramones to AC/DC to Kelly Clarkson (yeah- KC was my request for them to learn).
As I usually am full of "liquid courage" as a participant, my modus operandi will have to change tonite as I will be responsible for the flow of the evening, encouraging the fledgling Robert Plant/Axl Rose/Joey Ramone/Joan Jett's and telling bad borscht belt jokes.
To say that I am crapping my pants in fear would be an understatement.
C'mon down at 10 pm if you're in the Noo Yawk environs. (Fontana's 105 Eldridge St. NYC)
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How'd it go?
Surprisingly well. I was very handsome in my Miley Cyrus tour shirt and no one threw tomatoes at me when I had to mug for some time when the guitar player had to take a piss break and I did an a capella version of the theme song from Hair.
Punk fucking rock!
Plus, there were hot chicks!
hahaha...Hair huh? You're a brave man MC Nazz.
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