Funny Moment of the Week…and it is only Tuesday.

I needed to take some pictures for the P3 web site. I normally do not go to the Monday night shows, but I needed to get this done and this was the only night I had the time to get out on a night I was not working.


 

I ended up staying at a friend's wedding reception longer than expected, so I arrived at the Fox and Hound in Carmel sometime between 9:30 and 10. I was loaded down with my laptop and camera, and ready to get some much needed work done between snapping shots. I walk into the "karaoke room" to find the guys setting up. Everything seems in place. The speakers are up the laptops are running and the stage is up. See Fox and Hound did their variation of American Idol called Indy Icon. Most places that do these competitions put up some sort of stage.

Nothing seemed strange until I discovered that the stage was not a stage at all. It was a pool table with a sheet of plywood on top of it. There was a set of very deep steps that lead up to it. Of course I'm in disbelief. How can anyone consider this a stage? The table is a good seven feet from the wall so there is no back guard rail. Plus the pool table isn't exactly big. Plus there is the whole thing that most of the plywood is really a good couple of inches from the actual surface of the pool table. Yeah how is this safe when we know on top of all this sketchiness most of our singers will be drinking adult beverages.

However, I seem to be the only one with these fears. No one else seems to have any concerns about this. Even when I ask of they are sure this will hold my weight…no red flags fly. I get they have been doing this for months. It probably has lost its novelty, but not only are they setting up on it, they are insisting you sing on it.

Singing on it is a whole other issue. First my fabulous lack of depth perception and grace terrifies me even before I walk up the stairs. Now I have a huge fear of singing on stage. This is compounded by the fact I'm afraid the plywood is going to give under my feet and if I move too much I'll fall to the floor. Then my depth perception strikes again as I leave the stage.

Yes it is fabulous: I can now say I have sang on a pool table. While it isn't as tacky as it could have been…I'm still amazed I actually let it happen.


 

Oh and FYI: We did have a mildly intoxicated gentleman fall off the back of the stage mid song.

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