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The space sometimes appears - in a stereotypical way that’s full of assumptions - about one-fourth heterosexual. It’s unclear how everyone at The Back Door identifies. What’s also true is that here at The Back Door, Bloomington’s only LGBT bar, there’s always the potential to spark new chemistry in this toy chest of winged-lion action figures and rag-doll dandies looking for a home. Perhaps it’s the crowd’s primal need for this energy, like the woman with tear-stained cheeks who came here alone, remarking that after Orlando she “just wanted to be in queer space tonight.” “All I can offer is a safe place to clear your minds and hearts,” she wrote just a few hours after a shooter killed 49 people and injured dozens more at the Orlando gay bar Pulse. Perhaps it’s because of the missive Coley D posted on social media earlier on this day in June. A little bit of magic is moving the night along. Tonight, though, her tough love is deliberately disarmed: She’s playfully forcing Culture Club onto unsuspecting punks and instinctively adjusting keys for voices she’s learned a thing or two about by now. KJ Coley D, left, and Darran Mosley, owner of Misfit Toy Karaoke. She won’t do the jitterbugs in your Wham(!). She might sing along if you need real help. Nobody has to be perfect here, but everybody knows not to waste Coley’s time. “This is an example of how not to do karaoke, you bitches,” she once announced as she cut short a group’s disorganized performance. In many ways, she’s the star of this show.Īll good KJs tend to be part entertainer, part Seinfeld Soup Nazi, and when Coley D’s not belting out her own R&B numbers, she’s supervising the stage. And Karaoke Jockey Coley D holds court, calling on the crowd to cheer and finish her sentences. Misfit Toy owner Darran Mosley makes the social rounds, at times seducing the room with his bluesy renditions of Prince songs or Broadway musicals. One minute this looks like a cluster of singular peeps in a house-music trance, the next there are ballroom-style couples twirling to a 1970s power ballad.
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In the way, rather, that treats the performance - sometimes stunning, sometimes butchered - worthy of a trip to the dance floor. Not in the typical karaoke sailor way, swaying while shouting misheard lyrics. That’s a clever detail about this weekly event at The Back Door bar, presented by Misfit Toy Karaoke: People often dance. It’s the kind of scene where friends in conversation - Is that a new shirt? - interrupt themselves to throw their heads back in an impassioned sing-along - HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE - then pick back up - Where did you get it? Where a young black woman can then sing some obscure white metal-rap that for one hot minute gets people slam dancing to the oldies. A tall white guy sings Rihanna, his wide eyes earnest, reminding patrons that they are “beautiful, like diamonds in the sky.” There’s a visit from rising rock star Diane Coffee, whose electric howl through Bowie’s “Rock ’n’ Roll Suicide” sounds like Little Richard on acid, but perfectly pitched.
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Inside, the diversity of song selection is matched by the people participating. And where the voices on this specific karaoke night are seriously slaying it. If you find yourself downtown as the 90-degree dusk fades into sidewalk steam, and sweaty bodies on smoky porches start swaggering to slow jams, you could be Anywhere, USA, when summertime evening is taking flight.īut if it’s Sunday, the beginning and end of everything, and most of the surrounding streets are still if the air’s trail of music leads to a small handful of places celebrating the laid-back workweek of a college town on break, then you may be in Bloomington, Indiana, where one bar in particular floats above a wide-mouth alleyway like a dock in a secret harbor.