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Hip Hop Karaoke & Seminary: Risky Business

Q: What does seminary have in common with hip hop karaoke?

 A: They're both terrifying. And yet I said yes.


Earlier this summer, I asked my friend David to please invite me next time he was going to perform at HHK...somehow, that became a plan to do a duet with him, and let another friend, Shetu, make a video about it (as part of a series she's making on women trying things for the first time).

Yeah. What had I done!?

Of course, I was more fearful of backing out than of performing, so after several rehearsals (including one as we cycled through downtown Toronto, rapping together in loud, outdoor voices), I found myself at a night club, choosing a hip-hop name for myself, sweating and shivering.

Here's the result (minus a final sound-edit):


Beth does hip hop karaoke from Shetu M on Vimeo.

Mad props to Shetu for her interviewing & video-editing skills. And much thanks to David, for being a master of hip-hop and constructive, encouraging feedback.

I am proud of myself, friends. Like I say in the video, I'm ready to be me, to love the things I love and do the things that make me happy. Like rap. And study theology (after day one of school orientation, I am both terrified and excited about what I've gotten myself into).
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