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I don’t usually think all that hard about stopping in someplace like the Parkway Lounge to get some refreshment after choir practice, but tonight wasn’t one of those usual nights. For one thing? I’d had some songs on CDs in my car by a few of these artists, but the CDs were either scratched or I didn’t feel like jury-rigging my phone and my Bluetooth speakers to play them.
For another thing? There were half a dozen other dudes I’d never met who were really only in the bar to catch up on their “SportsCenter” highlights, not suffer through my taste in indie-rock, soft rock singer-songwriter chestnuts and R&B obscurities. Still, my quarters and I could not be stopped or contained.
