Unlike most teens, I was ambivalent about music. That is, until I was introduced to “Collective Soul – Hints of Allegations and Things Left Unsaid”. A local radio station distributed CD's to kids who were hospitalized over the Christmas break and I was having surgery for 'Barrett's Esophagus". My life changed that day. Suddenly my apathy of music disappeared. I devoured everything: Rock, Metal, Pop, Rap, Hip Hop, Opera, and even Show Tunes. If it was music, I wanted to hear it!!
My first Karaoke experience was at a bar in St. John’s Newfoundland soon after my 19th birthday. I couldn't wait to get that mic. Apparently “Trooper” by Iron Maiden was not a good song to start off my karaoke career . I was horrible! And following with Gun N Roses' “Welcome to the jungle” did little to redeem myself.
I was that guy who sang with big heart but little skill. Then I discovered I could actually sing The Barenaked Ladies. I went from 'the guy who can’t sing' to 'the guy who always sung the same songs', but it was okay because I wasn’t bad anymore! It didn’t take too long for me to accept a local KJ's challenge to see who could sing the tongue twisting song “One Week” without screwing up the lyrics. I’d try one week and he’d try the next. He beat me by, wait for it... one week!
I continued to broaden my vocal range, and in 2006 I returned to Ottawa to visit. A friend brought me to a karaoke bar when she learned that I loved to sing. This became my first 'Dog & Pony Sound' experience. We both had a great time at karaoke that night, but in truth, I was more focused on the cute girl. I returned to Newfoundland the next day.
When I returned to Ottawa again the following year, it was to stay. I had been going through a rough patch and my passion for music as well as most things in general had diminished. It was a very dark time for me.
It was not until 2009 that a coworker asked if I liked karaoke. Although I hadn't been to karaoke in years, I remembered how much I had loved it and quickly said "yes". The following Saturday he brought me to a familiar bar where my love for music was rekindled! My friend wasn't a singer but he always enjoyed the atmosphere. So every Saturday Pete and I would enjoy meeting new people at karaoke. Soon I earned my Dog & Pony Sound nickname 'Cod Fish' in honour of my Eastern roots but It was not long before I outgrew that name and Pony dubbed me “Mudshark” which is another name for the Dog Fish and thus I officially became a member of the canine unit.
I’ve come a long way in my musical journey and have made many new friends in the process. I look forward to many more years of fun and friendship as a karaoke host for DOG & PONY Sound.