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The Courtside Restaurant and Pub is less restaurant, more pub. The menu is definitely designed for a forgiving (or anesthetized) palate. Someone is the proud owner of a Fry-Daddy, I’m guessing. But anyone can sing out his or her little heart at the front of the room and enjoy three minutes of exhilaration and short-lived fame. Examine the folder with the song listings, scratch down the number of what you’d like to sing, slip it to the deejay, and you too can be a star! There are certain patterns present in the karaoke universe (tangential to my own, connecting only at the point of this article). There is a cast of characters present at karaoke studios: the spunky girl with the short haircut and the great pipes, the guy with the deep voice who does Devo and Bowie, the soulful guy who only sings R&B songs about true love and dreams coming true, and the really, really drunk people. The drunks are usually the best, in sort of a classic Beckensian way; as I winced along to one poor soul’s rendition of Superman, I took note of the gleeful smirks and snickers. Personally, I like spunky girl. I’d rather listen to a great singer than laugh at people who have the bravery but not the vibrato to be a “Genie in a Bottle.”
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