A Man With a Microphone Comeplete WIth Tract Singers

You know I love me some good Mexican food. Los Cucos used to fit into our schedule and the plus point being, close to home. Ever since they have added man and microphone complete with tract singers, I've not been all that interested in going there. Well, at least not going there on Thursday nights because that was the appointed time for lounge singer man. He is somewhat good, but his singing rules out any chance of normal decibel conversation. Miss a beat or two and your loud conversation hits the silence of rests or end of song and then don't think about hiding because everyone knows you just yelled. Only thing, every body is yelling so in the silence of rests and endings one can pick up all manner of conversation that would usually be done in normal conversational tone. We should have known tonight when the majority of people at Los Cucos were sitting outside on the patio, they weren't just there because it is a beautiful late Houston afternoon. NO, they were escaping man and microphone complete with tract singers.


Now my friend and I had lots of catching up and lots of new material to go over. Discussing life especially when we both had elder parent issues is meant to remain in the boothal conversation. When we came in Los Cucos, I thought they had the TVs turned up loud but that is when we saw man with microphone complete with tract singers. We debated on trading places and eating outside with the cool wind instead of inside with the cool sounds of, man...well you know who. Man even sang a Bee Gee's song that was so out of his vocal range. He had no falsetto. That's when I wished Jason was in the house and could show the man what falsetto is all about. I tried to pray and bless our meal with; "I've been to the desert on a horse with no name, it was good to be out of the rain..." was blasting in the background. He sang some Beatles classics and a few other mildly popular songs from the 70's. Once we both looked over because all we could hear were the instruments and background singers. We thought he had left everything playing while taking a break. No, he was singing but he couldn't be heard over all the musical sounds coming from his fancy smancy music machine. Man with microphone complete with tract singers never took a break the whole hour and a half we were there. Some encouraged him with scattered applause but they soon ceased because it was becoming apparent, he wasn't going to stop singing. Los Cucos has him set up in the far corner, near the bar. He has his karaoke machine right there next to him. I almost sent him a margarita to stop the noise but I figured it would be like the applause and it would feed his need to continue singing without a break.


My friend and I were able to continue with conversation and catch up, but I kind of have a sore throat from my elevated voice level.