Sooner or later, everyone— even the most reserved of us— is overrun with the compulsion to go to a bar, pick up a microphone, and rattle the eardrums of a room full of strangers. I’m talking, of course, about karaoke.
I was struck by this urge not long after my September move to Vancouver. One might expect that after embarrassing myself with a rendition of Justin Bieber’s Boyfriend in Beijing, China (a story for another time), I might never take the stage again. But as I settled into my new life on Canada’s West Coast, my vocal chords once again began to hunger for a decibel range unacceptable for anywhere but a karaoke night. Tom Taylor’s inner rock star, to the chagrin of everybody in a one hundred kilometer radius, was getting antsy. And so began my exploration of Vancouver’s thriving karaoke scene.