So I finally made it to Broadway. Unfortunately the Broadway I'm talking about is in Bedford, Ohio. I just got through singing Don't Stop Believing by Journey at Karaoke night at the local coffee shop - Bedford Falls Cafe. It's a cute little place although I was disappointed there weren't any sightings of Jimmie Stewart's ghost.
Of all the things that the Japanese have given us I think I pick sushi or even Hara-Kiri over the ritualistic torture of popular music. In fact most of the time I am at a karaoke event I would prefer that the performers (myself included) would commit Hara-Karaoke.
But then there are the shockers. There was a middle-aged smoker in a Browns sweatshirt that hit Purple Rain outta the park. My cousin always kills it when she does Vickie Lawrence's only hit. You know the one? Plus I won a bunny lawn ornament. So did my mom. Not a bad night in Oh-hi-ya.
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Michelle Tomko's comedy is a fervent blend of tomboy sensibilities courtesy of the older brothers she grew up with in the Midwest and the barrage of perimenopausal chaos the East Coast world has heaped upon her. She pulls her humor from everyday observations and classic stories of family, travel, pets, and adversity. With razor-sharp crowd work and improvisational skills to the rock-solid timing of a veteran performer, Michelle’s act is not to be missed!