When the lights go down in the city
I haven’t spent as much time in the galleries around 24th and 25th streets between Telegraph Avenue and Broadway as in other parts of countries. I remember swinging through at one point earlier in the year, and feeling pleased with the energy and vibrancy of the crowds taking in the work and enjoying each other’s company. 
The Oakland Soft Rock Choir folks fit in quite well tonight. After rehearsal at an apartment just off Interstate 980, we found ourselves outside of FM Gallery, lined up and running through a short set of songs. We wound up singing inside another gallery on 24th Street before heading a block north to take in the rush of art for sale and interesting haircuts and happy Friday revelers.
I feel like a broken record talking about it, but I’m still very happy to be able to show up at gigs like this and contribute in my own small, happy-to-be-here way to a group like this.
