Having fun

Karaoke started at 7:30 on a Friday night, which made sense given that the average age of the patrons was 72. We arrived on time, and the room was already full, so we took a seat in the back, at a high bar table (the low, cafeteria-style places were all taken). The popularity of the place shouldn’t have surprised us, for all the spaces at the entrance to SOB’s (the lounge portion of Sweet Old Bob’s) were all full-up with American cars, including a Buick with a license plate that read “Hot Mamma” and a van declaring itself the “Lil Love Shack.”

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Not only do they put on a great show, they also sell eggs! I would have gotten some if I wasn’t traveling.

I put a song in right away, placing me in an already-deep rotation. My friend goes up and tells the KJs (who it turns out are the owners of the Love Shack) about my journey. The female half immediately sits down at the largest table of regulars and spreads the news. They look in my direction – some clap, others nod and smile.

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The friendliest crowd in town.

Crooners dominate the stage, singing mostly old-school country. Though I didn’t know many of the songs, I recognized Anne Murray, Johnny Cash, Hank Williams, and Willie Nelson among the selections. Among the more contemporary were Chris Issac and America’s “Sister Golden Hair.” The rotation scrolled along the bottom of the prompter. After the list of weekly venues the KJ duo works, and after advertising that they sell fresh eggs for $3 a dozen. My Kokane arrives and I enjoy the music.

I sing the Ronettes’ “Be My Baby” and with that, the first step of the MelOdyssey is complete. A woman with a little plastic surgery and a lot of rhinestones comes up to thank me for bringing back memories. Everyone is very nice here, welcoming both friends and strangers into the room. A woman who goes by “Mom” (is she the one with the vanity plate?) comes up to us every so often make sure we are having fun because, “That’s what this night’s for – having fun.” She’s 88. Her daughter drinks coffee all night so that Mom can enjoy her time in the spotlight.

My friend’s mom is evidence of the fun we’re having by being the most enthusiastic dancer in the room, though she is far from alone in her desire to move. Many couples and singles moved across the dance floor throughout the night. The line dancers came out a few times, too. I’m moved to tears when a man sings as the microphone shakes in his hands during “Take These Chains from My Heart” by Hank Williams. The inconsistency of the microphone’s distance from his voice creates an unintended warbling effect that makes the song that much more beautiful. For me, it’s a sign that people will come out and sing until they can’t anymore.

The basics:

  • Location: Spokane, WA
  • Miles traveled: 355
  • Songs sung: Be My Baby: The Ronettes; Let Me Be There: Olivia Newton-John; Long Train Runnin’: The Doobie Brothers.
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At a local rest stop on the way up. I ate two boiled eggs here.
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3 thoughts on “Having fun

  1. A great affirmation to find the 70+ crowd still singing! What do you think of adding the state to the blog post title? As in Having Fun – Washington or something like that. I don’t want to wait to the end to find out where you were!

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    1. Adding the state sounds totally doable. It’s funny because from my perspective, that wasn’t on the top of my mind! But it makes sense.

      When I was singing all the time in Portland, I didn’t see as many older people. I’m assuming it’s the bar choice. But even when I sang last night in Montana (post coming!), there were a few older people. Of course, that might be because there are few options here so all ages need to mingle by default! Interesting to ponder.

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