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I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop you don't stop the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beatPosted Monday, July 23, 2012, at 4:08 PM
What you hear is not a test...
Saturday night served as confirmation to something my wife and co-workers could already have testified to -- I can be a bit of a windbag.
Following my son's second birthday party (his birthday is actually today), we hung around Nicole's mom's house a while, cleaning up, opening toys, trying to get him to wind down.
It didn't really work, but Grandma and Aunt Katie were up to the task, so we headed out for the Carbondale Tavern -- the hottest bar in Warren County, Ind.
As a slight digression, let me tell you a bit about Carbondale. It's composed of about four houses and the bar. Nearby are the Warren County Home and the now-defunct county landfill.
The tavern sits on the southeast corner of a four-way stop. Two of the four directions lead to dead ends.
We met some friends for Karaoke, a ritual in which we take part in several times a year. While a smoky barroom and skunky beer don't exactly make for the best vocal cord conditions, I took center stage in the merriment, as usual.
After mixed reviews on Sublime's "What I Got" and The Bobby Fuller Four's "I Fought the Law" (they didn't have the Clash version), I really started to hit my stride when I took on "Werewolves of London."
By then, I'd just about decided my voice was spent. Sure, I'd rocked Warren Zevon's classic, but it had been a long day and my voice was suffering the consequences.
But as closing time approached, I found they had "Rapper's Delight," the classic seven-minute jam I used to own karaoke bars with during college.
I had to go one last round...
...or maybe it was two rounds. Just as I'd wrapped my head around that long song, the DJ announced the last two songs would be mine followed by "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" by Nicole -- which actually meant by Jared and Nicole.
So in the end, the Jernagans the grand finale. I was on the mic for 15 straight minutes. I was out of breath about two minutes in, but kept going on adrenaline.
It was an exhilarating and exhausting quarter of an hour. I didn't pass out and everybody seemed to be pleased.
I just need a few days to take it easy and recover.
Unfortunately, it's fair week. Maybe I'll rest in August.
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Jared Jernagan is a 2003 graduate of Wabash College and has been in journalism since 2005.