It was a Friday night in Norman, but Main Street was eerily quiet. The record store, the art gallery, even the bars were empty.
The barest of all buildings seemed to be the Opolis, 113 North Crawford. Inside, the few lightbulbs that dot the room shone down like atmospheric spotlights at notable points, such as the bar area or a table in the corner. The music of Alain Bashung reverberated across the music hall, those low notes rippling the water in my glass. I was told it’ll probably pick up later, when the bands start playing around 9 or so.