Jackson Free Press

Dr. S was on hand Thursday night at Hal & Mal's for the first JFP/H&M Southern Fried Holiday Karaoke Night. Or whateve they called it. Thankfully, alcohol and anarchy prevailed and the event became less organized as time went on. A good time was had by all. Dr. S (who declined to perform upon learning that "I Touch Myself" isn't in the H&M karaoke machine) thought that a couple of the performers were grossly overqualified to perform at a karaoke night. Other wannabes kept turning in requests to sing, but when they got on stage were satisfied to just dance with a microphone in their hand. (If you decide to booty dance during karaoke night, does that qualify as a karaoke performance?) JFP publisher Todd Stauffer graciously bailed out many of them with excellent backing vocals. JFP editor Donna Ladd kept things rolling with snappy banter between numbers (although she never did finish her "Get Out of Dodge" story) and generously loaned her boa to many performers, including Todd. Although Todd sometimes looked like Boy George, he always sounded like at least as good as George Michael. Dr. S believes that Todd doesn't want to be the next William Randolph Hearst. Todd wants to be the next Andy Williams. Or the next Sammy Davis Jr. Or the next Billy Ray Cyrus. Or maybe all three.

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Wait just a cotton-pickin' minute! I didn't see you there, Dr. S -- were you spyin' on us??? Much fun was indeed had by all, at least within our viewing distance. I did find that the boa really helps everyone's self-confidence, didn't you think? As I mentioned several times on the mic last night, gentlemen: Every woman needs/wants a boa. You go find her one for Christmas, and she'll love you forever. And then she needs at least four opportunities a year to wear it (preferably four a month), and St. Paddy's Day parade is way too obvious to count. BTW, the funniest thing I heard last night was the inebriated Woman in the Pink Coat (who inexplicably hit Susan Margaret over the head with the microphone!) say to Todd on her way out: "You are a metrosexual." He did not like that atall, saying, "That's the worst thing anyone has EVER called me." (I share this full way expecting Todd to delete it immediately; he does have Level I/Top Secret/Homeland Security Clearance to this site, of course, being that he, er, well owns it. ) Big frivolity all around; I came home and slept like a kitten. I have to go take two, OK three, more aspirin now.

DonnaLadd

Dec 19 2003

Had a blast myself... And Todd was definitely the "Metrosexual of the Year" all decked out in his temporary/honorary boa! He seemed to have the lounge lizard appeal with the finger pointing and the winks... ;-) Good times!

kaust

Dec 19 2003

I get the point, but I hate that word. It's just a stupid, made-up, also-ran, punny word like "Generation Y" or "NASCAR Dads." But what's worst, is it doesn't even make sense -- it just sounds like it should. "Metrosexual?" Does that mean someone who includes both the cities and suburbs in their daliances? If the word is really about straight guys who are sensitive and well-rounded enough to buff their nails before ordering a pink martini and paying out of their Prada-for-men wallet while leaning an Armani-clad elbow on the bar, then does it really make sense to use the word "metro?" Wouldn't "Urbansexual" or "George of Concrete Jungle" make more sense? Maybe it's just a regional thing -- for me, the word "metrosexual" conjures a mental image that includes Richland. See? Doesn't work. And Billy Ray Cyrus? What did I do to deserve that? The man's name is MEL TORME. Spell it with me...

Todd Stauffer

Dec 19 2003

But Todd, not all metrosexuals wear Prada-only. Many wear Diesel, Boss, and Sean John. Once, I saw a metrosexual wearing Old Navy! (It's true, I swear!) And they don't drink pink martinis, do they? I thought cosmos and their look-alikes were considered "girls' drinks." Apple martinis and Czech beer seems more the typical libation. Not that American Budweiser stuff, but the original Czech pilsen. Is Billy Ray Cyrus that country singer guy?

Nia

Dec 19 2003

Is Billy Ray Cyrus that country singer guy? You should get out (of New York) more, girlfriend. He's that really tacky country "achy breaky heart" crooner with the bad hair. You did miss quite the country-fried-steak karaoke night (as Todd kept calling it), though. It wasn't The Duplex on Thursday night, but it was definitely a mad evening. And I have to give my sweetheart a big hug for the following line above: Maybe it's just a regional thing -- for me, the word "metrosexual" conjures a mental image that includes Richland. See? Doesn't work. See, he's not just a great Frankie impersonator; he's a wit, too. ;-D I'm so lucky. Why do I feel like none of the world's problems are going to be solved today by this bunch? It is, as Todd likes to say, Funky Friday. (or whatever he calls it)

DonnaLadd

Dec 19 2003

Actually, Todd likes Dirty Bonds and Pilsner Urquell. Oops.

DonnaLadd

Dec 19 2003

Not only are none of the world's problems going to be solved today, but Murphy's law is in full effect, ensuring that the problems won't be solved any time soon either. We're having all manner of publishing problems today. Late stories, missing stories, revised stories. Ahhh! I'm going to get some lunch--now that it's nearly 4 pm.

Nia

Dec 19 2003

Todd, so maybe you wanted Dr. S to call you the next Marty Stuart? I know that would earn you hometown brownie points at home, but Dr. S will have to hear you play the banjo first.

Dr. S

Dec 19 2003

Okay, now "Achey, Breaky Heart" I've heard of. I didn't realize he's the guy we have to thank for that lyrical gem. But who's Marty Stuart?

Nia

Dec 19 2003

Nia-- Ask, and ye shall receive.

Ex

Dec 19 2003

Thanks, Ex. :-)

Nia

Dec 19 2003