You keep me coming back for more
I came to Oakland Soft Rock Choir practice tonight and found a dozen bodies, after weeks of limping by with six or seven hardcore folks.
There’s just something about a gig like the one coming up at Bar 355 that lifts some folks out of sickbeds, pulls them away from distractions. Something I need myself, after another drag of a breaking-news day.
We even had two women show up to listen, one of whom is thinking about joining, another a former member checking back in for grins. Nights like this leave me wondering why I hadn’t found something like this before, or invented it out of whole cloth, and marveling at how happy singing can make me feel.
After practice came karaoke with Micah at a little bar on Grand Avenue. Mostly we essayed 90’s/early 00’s R&B ballads, with the occasional detour (Bowie’s “Young Americans,” on my end; “All I Ask Of You,” from “Phantom of the Opera,” on hers).
