In the heart of the city, where dreams take flight,
Stands the grand Fox Theater, a beacon of light,
With its Art Deco whispers and neon so bright,
A tapestry woven of sound and delight.
Once a palace of films, where silent stars played,
Now echoes with laughter, where memories are laid,
From the jazz of the past to the rock's vibrant sway,
Each note in the air, a history displayed.
The ornate façade, a crown on the street,
Welcomes the wanderer, a rhythmic heartbeat,
In Oakland's embrace, where culture ignites,
A stage set for magic, where talent takes flight.
The velvet-lined seats, a soft, warm embrace,
Hold stories of artists who’ve graced this place,
From Marvin Gaye’s smooth serenade to the beats of Prince,
Each performance a journey, each song a new chance.
A dance of the shadows, where history sings,
The whispers of legends, the joy that it brings,
Through the lens of the camera, the flicker of film,
The heartbeat of Oakland, a spirit so real.
With each passing season, new tales are spun,
Under the glow of the marquee, the laughter, the fun,
The pulse of the city, entwined with the arts,
A canvas of voices, where passion imparts.
From the echoes of laughter to the sobs of the heart,
Every show a reminder, each act a fresh start,
In the halls of the Fox, where dreams intertwine,
A sanctuary of stories, a symphony divine.
As the curtains rise high, and the lights dim to blue,
The audience gathers, anticipation anew,
For within these four walls, the magic unfolds,
A legacy cherished, a treasure of gold.
So here's to the Fox, where the past meets today,
In the dance of the moment, where memories play,
A tribute to artistry, a home to the soul,
In the vibrant embrace of Oakland, forever whole.
In every performance, the essence remains,
Of the laughter and tears, the joy and the pains,
For the magic of theater, like stars in the night,
Shines ever so brightly at the Fox's great height.