Saturday, March 20, 2010

Hipster karaoke is dying.

Hipster karaoke is dying. It's been moribund for a while, ever since it started getting written up on yelp and people started flocking to it, but the last few times I've been there, there's been some serious negative energy.

For example, the people coming there tend to sneer a bit at everything...

One fatter (white) woman who I just met made a crack about how shitty the bar was, and other people laugh *at* (rather than 'with') the host's numbers - he dresses up as an 80s-rock loving Texan (he's from Texas, and loves 80s-rock), but in slightly ridiculous, but non-mocking way - and during Thanksgiving when they had turkey bingo, some older hipster guy kept making a big point out of buying bingo cards so he could win the Polish sausage prize when it was up, and when he did win it, he kept making ironic fun of the contest and the people running it, and when he went up to sing later on, he took his sausage up and played it like an air-guitar.

And, people laughed at him, he was part of the show.

Too, there's all these bridal parties that start coming in, of these taller bitchy (white) girls who pile out of cabs and are dressed in black, and, like all bridal parties, they behave obnoxiously and then if you look askance at them, they say shit to you...

Like, the other night, they went back to the list and were browsing the list back there before signing up, and holding up all the people who were going to sign up, when the host had these books out on the counter in the hall, and *that's* where you were supposed to browse songs, the book by the list was just to flip open to the song and get the song number to write it down. I was like, "You know, there's some books out there to browse," and one of the girls was like, "So?", and I was like, "Oh no, I just figure that might be more convenient" (she was a bitch, the bride was this fuggly thing with a "BACHELORETTE" tiara and an overbite and a veil on that had little pink plastic penises attached to it).

Someone said that it's actually rated the number-one night spot in the city now online, bigger than the opera and all these clubs, since though there's only like 40 reviews, they're all 5 stars.

Also also, even some of the regulars are getting shitty... This newer (white) guy who sings hard rock is nice enough, but he brought his (white) hipster girlfriend in the other night and she was seriously drunk, and twice at two different points in the night she was flailing her arms and whacked me in the face, and when I gave her a little bit of a look, she didn't even apologize.

Also also also, though the host works off of tips and the bar is now making a killer, the host is actually making a lot less money than he used to, when the nights were more intimate and more fun and people gave more to him.

Anyhow, I sang the Stones's "Mother's Little Helper", got a little pissed off, tried to hang out with friends and enjoy myself, and then left.

I don't think I'm going back soon.

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