A year ago there was something called “Krunkaoke” every wednesday night at a club nearby. I went religiously and became one of the few creepy superstar regulars who dropped hot gangsta classics every Wednesday. The first time I went I was really nervous, but after doing “How We Do” by The Game, I was hooked. Eventually Krunkaoke became too packed (is that possible?), and they cancelled it!

Desperate for a Karaoke fix, I started going to Rain, which is a gay club a couple blocks from where I live. They had a cool light up stage, but the mediocre sound system and guys trying to grab my ass left me looking for alternatives.

Then one night it happened. I was working late and I thought I heard bad singing at the club downstairs. Could it be… Karaoke?

We raced down the stairs to the club. Sure enough, it was Karaoke. I did my first song, and it was fantastic. The sound system was great, which made it really easy to sing. The crowd was pretty light (it was a Tuesday), so we got to do six songs or so.

The next week I went again, but there was no karaoke. It was going to start being a regular event the following week. Luckily I met a cool promoter who is going to throw official Tynan’s Angels parties (more on that later).

When the next Wednesday rolled around, I was prepared. I brought my own CD with several of my favorite songs. After destroying the crowd with one hit after another, a guy approached me.

“Hey, I’m the general manager here. Are you interested in hosting Karaoke every week?”

And that was that. Tonight is the premiere of what I like to call, “The Tynan Show featuring Karaoke”. You will hear other people sing, you will hear me sing, and you can even bring in your own instrumental CD and sing a song we don’t have. Dying to do that Beyonce song, but don’t have anyone to be Jay-Z? I’ll be Jay-Z. I personally only do gangsta rap songs, but the song list is mostly rock and roll.

So now you know what you’re doing tonight (and every Wednesday for the rest of your life)! Come out and meet me. For those that don’t know, it’s at Firehouse Lounge, which is on Brazos St. off 6th, right across from the Driskill. I also get a tab for hosting, so if I still have some money left on it and you mention that you read my blog, I’ll buy you a drink.