I have none. I'm desperately jealous of those who do.
Open-mic nights can be scary things, but somehow a little touristy (but very cozy) Irish pub in one of the most picturesque parts of the city manages to put on a good one. A friend sings two sets every time, and man, can that girl sing. Sigh. I want her to record an album so I can enjoy her voice more than once a week.
She also kicks our collective butts at SingStar, even when she holds back.
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