This morning, the Daily News ran an excerpt from a first-person Harper's Bazaar article by Judith Regan, in which the former editor announces that she's going to start staying out of the spotlight. Hidden at the bottom of the News summary was a reference to an evening where Regan, licking her wounds from the bad publicity of her O.J. Simpson If I Did It book debacle, ducks into a karaoke bar in Chinatown and belts out Frank Sinatra's "My Way." Of course, we were dying to hear more about this anecdote, and not just because we're pretty sure we've sang that exact song in that exact bar. So we tracked down a pdf of the article to read more:

During the ordeal, my friends stood by me. Blair Sabol made bracelets in support of me. Kate Li, with whom I used to sing in the Vassar Madrigals, traveled to visit me in New York in August. We wandered into a karaoke bar in Chinatown. It was crowded, full of young people who couldn't sing, and thankfully too noisy to really hear anyone. I'd studied voice as a young woman but always hated performing. For the first time in my life, I didn't have stage fright. The song we sang was "My Way."

To my surprise, the room fell silent. When we were done, the crowd went wild.

A bunch of crazy, approving drunken college kids was all I needed to have the nerve to call two music-producer friends, Rod McBrien and George Bitzer. "I have a crazy idea," I said. Within a week, I'd recorded it and had booked Paul Anka, who wrote the lyrics to the song, on my Sirius radio show.

The Vassar Madrigals? Paul Anka? Yep. Just as good as we hoped.

OJ Simpson Publisher Regan Bares Soul In Interview [NYDN]
Harper's Bazaar [Official site]