Day 38: Kryptonite! Yeah!

I'm Adam Sell and I have two months left before I leave Boston. My challenge? Do something in the city every day. Have ideas for my adventure? Send me an email.

I'm rather more accustomed to bigger stages and brighter lights than those at the Hong Kong in Quincy Market. But, you know, you gotta work with what you got, so I got right on up there and belted a Three Doors Down song into a microphone that shook rapidly in my hand. I may be a theater guy who's been singing for a decade or so, but I'm still kinda leery when I'm on a stage for the first time.

I will say this — and I'm throwing all modesty violently to the wind, here — I was the best singer in the place. And you'll never hear me say that out loud, but boy, the folks were bad at singing. I heard some terrible impressions of Steven Perry, some worse impressions of Bon Jovi, and possibly the greatest crime of all, a Sublime song or two. Just leave those alone, people, you can't do them. Yeesh. I almost wanted to get up there and sing Bonnie Tyler on-key, just to spite them, but I decided to stick with what was in my wheelhouse.

Some random guy started talking to me about the vacant frontman slot in his band after I stepped down from the stage, and a couple of people applauded. I'm just going to assume they'd had more to drink than I had, because I certainly don't think anyone should be applauding for my feeble attempts to cover a popular '90s pop-rock song. But alas, you wouldn't have found me complaining...just turning bright red and booking it for the door.

I was not a big fan of the place. Too many people that were too drunk too early in the night for me to enjoy it. Give me a quiet, hole-in-the-wall place with a solid beer list any time, and I'm there without a second thought. But a loud, rambunctious place in a tourist trap? Not really my bag, baby.