The Harlem ARC Choir

Last night Kim took me to see the Harlem ARC Choir at the Baluarte, like Keller at home, but a bit smaller. I didn´t quite know what to expect because she wasn´t sure if she had tickets to the ballet or a concert or what. We just went...

It was awesome! I couldn´t find site about the group online, but it was just as you might picture it. About 10 people from Harlem and their choir director just standing on stage singing their hearts out. They wore maroon and gold colored robes, many of which were a little too small for the ladies. They´d start singing and every once in a while, someone from the group would walk out and take the mic for a solo. It was all in english too!

Well, all except for a few feeble attempts. I think my favorite part of the night was when an older gentleman took the song home and when it finished he yelled, gracias into the mic with his lovely accent, making it sound like Graw-see-us. And then, another member of the group was singing her praises and sort of improvising and sang, "I don´t care if you call him Hay-soos, I call him Gee-zus, amen, amen, amen."

Dad, I almost ran up on stage and shouted, "I woan be a preacher!" just for you!

There was also a Jaleel White look alike who was quite good. More of a Stephan than a Steve Urkell though. He got done singing once, passed the mic and did a little jig with his fast little feet. It sort of got me feeling Christmassy.

Alas, today I sent a package and some letters home and listened to the Cinnamon Bear and now I´m a bit down. I came to the university to get some work done and forgot my password, so now I´m blogging. I better go get that password.