I recently had the chance to appear on Sound Stage (facebook page) (webpage)! Sound Stage is a radio show that airs on 1520 AM WCHE out of West Chester, PA, from 4-5 pm on Thursdays. They feature local musicians. I managed to meet Bryn at an open mic at the Queen, who hooked me up with this snazzy opportunity.
It was laid-back and totally awesome. Mike (of Rivers Monroe) runs a good show! AND, there's a podcast up! So you can go listen to that.
I brought my dulcimer on the air and played "Sweet Life," a fairly recent little song of mine that gets rave reviews from the small pool of people who have heard it. :) It's slated to appear on the album. It's close to the end, if you want to search it out. I love introducing people to the dulcimer this way.
Oh, and Dobbs. I finally made it to Dobbs. Or, Legendary Dobbs. Or whatevah. Actually, this was the day before the aforementioned radio appearance. I'm a little out of sequence. And I'm not going to apologize.
Anyway.
Dobbs is in Philly. Philly is not... that... close. I know, I know, I know - everyone else drives way more than me for their art. Or the things they love. Or even work. (Which may or may not be something they love, but that's another topic for another day.) Most people I know that *do* things, they just drive a lot. I am still getting used to the fact that I am one of these people. Frankly, I don't mind the driving or the solitude, I'm just that much more aware that my life can be ended by someone sending a text message. And the emissions, and the gas consumption. My brain is occupied by too many things.
So, now that I've tried to talk about PHILLY and DOBBS for a whole two PARAGRAPHS now, let's do it.
I drove up to Philly. After a six-hour shift, I threw on some normal-people clothes and bam. Philly. Met up with a friend for the afternoon, then passed some time scribbling in a journal in a coffeeshop before heading over to Jacopo's for dinner. Time very well spent. I am generally appreciative of cities (moreso when I don't have to worry about parking in them), and it's a very different thing to meet up with excellent acquaintances and collaborate on memory-making versus exploring on your own.
Apart from being a great singer-songwriter and performer, Jacopo is a great chef. You need to know this. For some reason. Again, a very different thing, going to an open mic with a Philly native instead of toughing it out on my own (which is what I'm inclined to do most of the time). We were joined at Dobbs by Brene Wilson, another Delawarean singer-songwriter.
The funny thing about this open mic is that it virtually does not exist on the internet. Either that, or my search skills are beginning to degenerate. I couldn't find very much on a sign-up time or start time. As I said, knowing someone who goes to the thing more than I do helps a lot. Signup's at 8, performances at 9. Two-song format, which I like, and which other local open mics seem to be trending toward. It's run very professionally by John Faye (of John & Brittany as well as IKE). It's got my seal of approval. I gave my FAWM pitch, but I don't think I piqued anyone's interest.
However, I will not be deterred. The FAWM rolls on.
Neither did the ice on 95 deter me from driving home in twice the time it would have ordinarily took. It ended up being a 12-hour day in Philly with 3 hours of driving.
WORTH IT.
:D
Showing posts with label open mic. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 8, 2012
Monday, November 14, 2011
Head for the Hills, Open Mic Adventuring, etc.
Welp.
Watch the video. Then, if you care to read on...!
Thursday: Open mic at Steel City in Phoenixville. Driving up 202/other PA routes in the rain at night was the most awful idea I've had in awhile. I really actually don't do well driving at night, which I made fun of in a (mostly) improvised thank-you song for Cara. Steel City is real snazzy. Unfortunately, we got mixed up on the sign-up time. Lesson learned: websites lie/get outdated. Call a human being. If you can. We still got to do one song each right at the very end, which is better than nothing for the 1.5 hour drive we made.
Michael said it first, and I agree: the place was full of talent. There was not a single "meh" performer up there. I'd definitely be interested in going again if I can get a good handle on when sign-up starts and get on the road sooner. I really love coffeehouse open mics. Bars are fine, but I feel more pressured to cater to the raucous bar audience with covers when I really want to be doing quieter originals.
Head for the Hills was really fantastic. I'm not wanting to post a play-by-play, as it was really a jam-packed weekend. My favorite bits:
I think if I had to sum it up in one word, it'd be camaraderie. Sometime Saturday, people began to realize that I came by myself. They all assumed I had come up with this group or that group, and I think that just speaks to the true nature of it all. Just as you ask someone to dance, or as you would accept that invitation, you step into the community and take hands four and smile. This is a bunch of people who come together to dance, play music, eat food, try new things, teach old things. The give and take of the dance itself is echoed tenfold in everyone's collective heart. Give and take songs, new dance flourishes, encouragement, joy.
Watch the video. Then, if you care to read on...!
Thursday: Open mic at Steel City in Phoenixville. Driving up 202/other PA routes in the rain at night was the most awful idea I've had in awhile. I really actually don't do well driving at night, which I made fun of in a (mostly) improvised thank-you song for Cara. Steel City is real snazzy. Unfortunately, we got mixed up on the sign-up time. Lesson learned: websites lie/get outdated. Call a human being. If you can. We still got to do one song each right at the very end, which is better than nothing for the 1.5 hour drive we made.
Michael said it first, and I agree: the place was full of talent. There was not a single "meh" performer up there. I'd definitely be interested in going again if I can get a good handle on when sign-up starts and get on the road sooner. I really love coffeehouse open mics. Bars are fine, but I feel more pressured to cater to the raucous bar audience with covers when I really want to be doing quieter originals.
Head for the Hills was really fantastic. I'm not wanting to post a play-by-play, as it was really a jam-packed weekend. My favorite bits:
- Learning hambo! Hambo's a Swedish dance that's very tricky and can't be picked up like some dances. The workshop was well-done and it's not easy to teach, so it really speaks to the level of expertise of the instructors.
- Joining the pickup band in the middle of the dance floor, and onstage for three sets. It's incredible to be seated with 20-30 other talented musicians on one stage and just play dance music. I left my iPod in the cabin for most of Saturday, which I really regretted when I was playing in the pickup band. I would have liked to show a little of that.
- Campfires, impromptu communal singing, and late-night shenanigans. I regarded them as equal to any other workshop I participated in. :) 3 AM on Sunday found us 20-30somethings sitting on the floor in our dorm eating from a small cornucopia of variously contributed foods. By the end of the weekend, my sleep total was seven hours but my happiness percentage was seven thousand percent.
I think if I had to sum it up in one word, it'd be camaraderie. Sometime Saturday, people began to realize that I came by myself. They all assumed I had come up with this group or that group, and I think that just speaks to the true nature of it all. Just as you ask someone to dance, or as you would accept that invitation, you step into the community and take hands four and smile. This is a bunch of people who come together to dance, play music, eat food, try new things, teach old things. The give and take of the dance itself is echoed tenfold in everyone's collective heart. Give and take songs, new dance flourishes, encouragement, joy.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
November madness
The madness never really stops!
So. What's going on.
I reckon we'll probably have to practice or something ridiculous like that...!
I think we'll be featuring some of our Christmas tunes from the album, which has been all mastered up and is totally awesome-sounding. Really, seriously. A great product from a great time which was started by a great vision.
For now, I run, for I actually did not have time to blog this evening but oh well. :3
So. What's going on.
- Playing the Gathering Place at Klondike Kate's tonight
- Adventuring out with Michael tomorrow for to see and play at an open mic at the Steel City Coffeehouse in Phoenixville, PA (and seeing superfan Cara!)
- Adventuring further on my own this weekend for dancing, dancing, musicking at Head for the Hills; I don't count my ducks before they hatch but I'm hoping to have some cool video to show you afterwards so that you can all be jealous that I had so much fun and got to make so many new friends. But I am really terrible at taking videos/photos of anything I do because I would rather be enjoying myself in the moment.
- Announced today: our supergroup dealiebobber (myself, Paper Janes, Battleshy Youths, ???) will be playing at the Queen, downstairs (!) on Thursday, December 1. Tickets are ON SALE! :) Come out and see us.
I reckon we'll probably have to practice or something ridiculous like that...!
I think we'll be featuring some of our Christmas tunes from the album, which has been all mastered up and is totally awesome-sounding. Really, seriously. A great product from a great time which was started by a great vision.
For now, I run, for I actually did not have time to blog this evening but oh well. :3
Sunday, September 4, 2011
And the rest of August went something like this.
Strawberry ice cream flat root beer float.
Both ingredients are remnants of social gatherings I've had here at my bachelorette pad, and there's no decent way to get rid of them... so I've merely deferred to the indecent methods.
Speaking of indecent, hellooooooooooo not updating my blog for a month.
Here, before you read on, click "play" on this song I wrote. Then you can listen and read at once. It'll be magical.
Both ingredients are remnants of social gatherings I've had here at my bachelorette pad, and there's no decent way to get rid of them... so I've merely deferred to the indecent methods.
Speaking of indecent, hellooooooooooo not updating my blog for a month.
Here, before you read on, click "play" on this song I wrote. Then you can listen and read at once. It'll be magical.
Friday, June 10, 2011
New things, new old things.
I've played an open mic nearly every week so far this year.
I don't know if that's what I'm supposed to be doing, but that's what I've done.
We went out Wednesday to Aqua * Sol's open mic. Aqua * Sol is a sweet venue - it's right on the C&D canal, next to the Summit North Marina. Perhaps an odd location and a little bit tucked away, but that just makes it something of a hidden treasure. The open mic was well-run and we made some new acquaintances... the guy who runs it also will make a recording of your performance and if it turns out, you can buy it from him. That's kinda snazzy. Since there were four of us, we asked if he could just do one CD of all of us. Haven't heard back from him about it yet but I got my fingers crossed. Stefan did a really sweet improv and the thing about improv is, if there's no recording, it exists one time and one time only, generally....
It's nice to try something new every once in awhile. Stranger, though, to have people with me when I'm trying something new. I guess most folks don't even like to do new things unless they can drag someone along with them... I like getting out of my comfort zone, though, and I find that if I try something new and I don't like it, at least I didn't make anyone else suffer through it with me. If I do like it, I can drag people back the second time.
But nooooooooooo, turns out I have friends who also like trying new things and stuff like that. Weird!
I like this story, so I'm going to tell it: we split from Aqua * Sol, but we didn't get far before we found somebody broken down at the 896/71 intersection, which is a pretty major intersection and not a good one to be broken down at... so we pulled over, Shane and I jumped out, and asked if we could help. Turns out we couldn't, but the guy was really appreciative of our offering. As we stood there, Stefan and Kayley drove up and asked if we needed help. At this point, the guy was overwhelmed and said loudly, "You people are awful young to be so nice!" (or something to that effect, of course) We were instructed to notify our parents that they had done well.
Anyways, that was that. Last night was an awesome basement show at the Palk house and I didn't play and I enjoyed the snot out of myself. Some really fantastic musicians came from pretty far away just to have a chance to play a few songs. I think that's what music does to people. It drives you to strange places to play for complete strangers and usually it works out pretty good, or if it doesn't, it's somethin' to tell the grandkids.
What music's doing to me... I feel new songs welling up. I haven't been obedient to that and sat down and wrote them out, but maybe that is what I'll do this weekend. Sequester myself and write music. If somebody could bring me a meal at some point that would be great since I'm pretty sure I'll forget to eat.
I don't know if that's what I'm supposed to be doing, but that's what I've done.
We went out Wednesday to Aqua * Sol's open mic. Aqua * Sol is a sweet venue - it's right on the C&D canal, next to the Summit North Marina. Perhaps an odd location and a little bit tucked away, but that just makes it something of a hidden treasure. The open mic was well-run and we made some new acquaintances... the guy who runs it also will make a recording of your performance and if it turns out, you can buy it from him. That's kinda snazzy. Since there were four of us, we asked if he could just do one CD of all of us. Haven't heard back from him about it yet but I got my fingers crossed. Stefan did a really sweet improv and the thing about improv is, if there's no recording, it exists one time and one time only, generally....
It's nice to try something new every once in awhile. Stranger, though, to have people with me when I'm trying something new. I guess most folks don't even like to do new things unless they can drag someone along with them... I like getting out of my comfort zone, though, and I find that if I try something new and I don't like it, at least I didn't make anyone else suffer through it with me. If I do like it, I can drag people back the second time.
But nooooooooooo, turns out I have friends who also like trying new things and stuff like that. Weird!
I like this story, so I'm going to tell it: we split from Aqua * Sol, but we didn't get far before we found somebody broken down at the 896/71 intersection, which is a pretty major intersection and not a good one to be broken down at... so we pulled over, Shane and I jumped out, and asked if we could help. Turns out we couldn't, but the guy was really appreciative of our offering. As we stood there, Stefan and Kayley drove up and asked if we needed help. At this point, the guy was overwhelmed and said loudly, "You people are awful young to be so nice!" (or something to that effect, of course) We were instructed to notify our parents that they had done well.
Anyways, that was that. Last night was an awesome basement show at the Palk house and I didn't play and I enjoyed the snot out of myself. Some really fantastic musicians came from pretty far away just to have a chance to play a few songs. I think that's what music does to people. It drives you to strange places to play for complete strangers and usually it works out pretty good, or if it doesn't, it's somethin' to tell the grandkids.
What music's doing to me... I feel new songs welling up. I haven't been obedient to that and sat down and wrote them out, but maybe that is what I'll do this weekend. Sequester myself and write music. If somebody could bring me a meal at some point that would be great since I'm pretty sure I'll forget to eat.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Whoosh!
The last four days were a whirlwind. In fact, life from this point on until late August is going to be a complete cyclone.
(from toothpastefordinner.com)
A damselfly just landed next to me! So pretty. I'm outside enjoying my porch. It would be a much nicer porch if I had a couple beers and some friends over. Instead, I'm blogging and eating chocolate. Whatever.
Anyway, enough about domesticity. Back to the adventure! Because, as we all know, there is no adventure in domesticity. Which is something that has rather been affecting me in not a good way. Twice in the last week, I've had to truncate adventures due to my nice domestic lifestyle of having a job and a house to take care of.
RARGH
But anyway. I truly am grateful for what I have. Which is chocolate. And a blog.
OKAY, musics!
Thursday, I grabbed a five-song set at Mojo Main, rather accidentally, by which I mean, I didn't mean to. By which I mean, I showed up to hear the Paper Janes and Battleshy Youths and all of a sudden I'm onstage killing time until Glen shows up to drum for the Janes. Thanks to Michael for sneaking that in, all ninja-like, and for letting me borrer his guitar.
Friday, I show back up at Mojo to much suspicion. "Weren't you here last night??" "Yeah, I stayed overnight and ate something I found on the floor for breakfast." Anyway, that was fun. I like matinees at Mojo Main. This time, there were even some people there! Afterward, I got to scootch down Main Street to hear the Paper Janes play in the dark at Central Perk. ^^ Seriously, more shows should be played during power outages, just sayin'.
Saturday, down to the Dupont Nature Center for Peace, Love, and Horseshoe Crabs 2011. Shane was gracious enough to accompany me on the djembe. (He also helped to put a dent in the buffet table, which I think was much appreciated since they had WAY TOO MUCH!.) I missed the daytime portion of the festivities, but I had an awesome time singin' and playin' and carryin' on at the silent auction/dinner/benefit portion. The assistant superintendent of Lums Pond drafted a team of backup singers & dancers for the Horseshoe Crab song. ^^
Sunday, I actually didn't play anywhere, believe it or not.
Monday was Mojo Main's open mic, again, the best open mic in Newark, DE... I busted out a few songs that I don't ordinarily play. In fact, one I've hardly played at all since I wrote it for FAWM 2010.
And Tuesday was a lovely Palk Basement Show, where Michael and I played a pretty-good rendition of "Peter." I love that song. I really do. I honestly didn't practice at all before we went up. I should consider doing that sometimes. Unfortunately, I had to miss the last band 'cause I was basically a hot mess between feeling miserable in the stomach region, and therefore not having eaten, and then all the other life that was happening and me feeling bad and guilty for things, and I just felt like it would be a better idea for me to go home at that point.
So that's what I've been doing. This is actually my last week of teaching lessons for a month... work is promising to get really rough in the next month, and I'm just taking a little breather so I can focus and do things like... sleep. I do like teaching guitar. I only like teaching under certain circumstances... I've never been enamored with public schools. The idea of bringing homework to grade is so repulsive to me. I'd probably be the best teacher ever, actually.
Work is going just fine. I JUST got the summer concert series ALL booked up as of this week, so I'll start promoting that soon.
I gotta give a shoutout to the community of folks I've got around me right now. There are just a lot of musicians around me with really good spirits. I really am looking forward to seeing what is going to come out of this, 'cause I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.
(from toothpastefordinner.com)
A damselfly just landed next to me! So pretty. I'm outside enjoying my porch. It would be a much nicer porch if I had a couple beers and some friends over. Instead, I'm blogging and eating chocolate. Whatever.
Anyway, enough about domesticity. Back to the adventure! Because, as we all know, there is no adventure in domesticity. Which is something that has rather been affecting me in not a good way. Twice in the last week, I've had to truncate adventures due to my nice domestic lifestyle of having a job and a house to take care of.
RARGH
But anyway. I truly am grateful for what I have. Which is chocolate. And a blog.
OKAY, musics!
Thursday, I grabbed a five-song set at Mojo Main, rather accidentally, by which I mean, I didn't mean to. By which I mean, I showed up to hear the Paper Janes and Battleshy Youths and all of a sudden I'm onstage killing time until Glen shows up to drum for the Janes. Thanks to Michael for sneaking that in, all ninja-like, and for letting me borrer his guitar.
Friday, I show back up at Mojo to much suspicion. "Weren't you here last night??" "Yeah, I stayed overnight and ate something I found on the floor for breakfast." Anyway, that was fun. I like matinees at Mojo Main. This time, there were even some people there! Afterward, I got to scootch down Main Street to hear the Paper Janes play in the dark at Central Perk. ^^ Seriously, more shows should be played during power outages, just sayin'.
Saturday, down to the Dupont Nature Center for Peace, Love, and Horseshoe Crabs 2011. Shane was gracious enough to accompany me on the djembe. (He also helped to put a dent in the buffet table, which I think was much appreciated since they had WAY TOO MUCH!.) I missed the daytime portion of the festivities, but I had an awesome time singin' and playin' and carryin' on at the silent auction/dinner/benefit portion. The assistant superintendent of Lums Pond drafted a team of backup singers & dancers for the Horseshoe Crab song. ^^
Sunday, I actually didn't play anywhere, believe it or not.
Monday was Mojo Main's open mic, again, the best open mic in Newark, DE... I busted out a few songs that I don't ordinarily play. In fact, one I've hardly played at all since I wrote it for FAWM 2010.
And Tuesday was a lovely Palk Basement Show, where Michael and I played a pretty-good rendition of "Peter." I love that song. I really do. I honestly didn't practice at all before we went up. I should consider doing that sometimes. Unfortunately, I had to miss the last band 'cause I was basically a hot mess between feeling miserable in the stomach region, and therefore not having eaten, and then all the other life that was happening and me feeling bad and guilty for things, and I just felt like it would be a better idea for me to go home at that point.
So that's what I've been doing. This is actually my last week of teaching lessons for a month... work is promising to get really rough in the next month, and I'm just taking a little breather so I can focus and do things like... sleep. I do like teaching guitar. I only like teaching under certain circumstances... I've never been enamored with public schools. The idea of bringing homework to grade is so repulsive to me. I'd probably be the best teacher ever, actually.
Work is going just fine. I JUST got the summer concert series ALL booked up as of this week, so I'll start promoting that soon.
I gotta give a shoutout to the community of folks I've got around me right now. There are just a lot of musicians around me with really good spirits. I really am looking forward to seeing what is going to come out of this, 'cause I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Tetris on Dulcimer
Here's me messing with the mountain dulcimer, playing the Tetris A Theme. I don't think you're supposed to hold the instrument that way, but I wanted to have fun, goshdarnit!
The dulcimer is actually a really beautiful instrument and I enjoy experimenting with it to see what it can do.
Last night was Mojo Main with Shane. Here's a video of his performance, which went over really really well:
You can hear someone at the very end yelling "400 BABIES," which I loved. So. Much.
My own set was fantastic! We killed "Half-Decent." I think it was about 76% decent, in fact!!
What can you be looking for in the near future from me? Hmm. Mostly I'm expecting to be real busy with work, and to be trying to recuperate from whatever illness is currently inhabiting my trachea, so, I don't know. You'll get a post about Peace, Love, and Horseshoe Crabs, for sure, and then it's hard to say. Sorry in advance for falling off the radar for a little while!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
The Buzz - Open Mic
This was the scene at the Arden open mic last night. That's the list of performers. As you may discern from the photo, it was rather a confusing night. Unfortunately, Aaron and Todd didn't end up playing 'cause they have families and stuff like that to go home to, and the night was getting later and later. I have stuff to go home to, but a fish is probably not going to jump on my bed to wake me up at 7 AM. Anyway, it was great to hang out and play some tunes.
You have to play these things by ear... you can pick out your three songs hours beforehand, then get up on the stage and change your mind completely just based on the people before you and how you want to direct the energy of the audience. Or at least, I think you should do that, if you hope to capture their attention. If you don't care about that, then play whatever the heck you want. I wanted to play "Crowns," but it's slow and thoughtful and everyone before me seemed to have mellowed out the room. And frankly, I couldn't stand it. So instead of showcasing any guitar skill, I chose just to play three more upbeat and funny songs, which worked well.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Mojo Main's Open Mic
Well, heck with taking time to regroup. We went out to the open mic today. I've never minded doing things on my own, many times preferred it -- but dang, it's also just plain nice to wait your turn in good company.
Michael took this one of me playing one of my new FAWM tunes. I returned the favor by getting his performance of David Ford's "State of the Union" (warning: a couple f-bombs dropped)
That looping stuff is pretty crazy. The idea of amplifying myself with a pickup is still pretty much a novelty for me, so stuff like this just seems so beyond me. I was really impressed by the end where he actually ditches the guitar, almost gets the strap caught on his head in the process, unwinds the mic cord from the stand -- all while singing the last verse. Good stuff.
Mojo's open mic is great. All open mics are a smattering of good to bad, but Mojo Main's tends more toward great to decent. It was a good crowd. They reacted well -- the audience at Mojo Main generally does keep at least one of two ears on the stage, which I think is probably not real typical of open mics that happen in bars. Plus Spanky's got my back with calls for "ONE MORE SONG!!" from behind the bar, on some nights. I haven't really tried any of the others in town, but I also haven't heard any of the other musicians even mention other open mics in town. (It is, however, a small town.)
Hoping to play Arden's open mic later this week. I played there in December and I've been tryin' to get back ever since. Arden's a musician's open mic - meaning folks are listening to you with all available ears because it's a community pooling together for community's sake, and art's sake, instead of musicians plus whoever wanted a beer that night. It's not publicized. They have no need for publicity; my impression is that they already have all the talent they'd ever need, and they're being pretty gracious by allowing non-members to slip in on the program. But I think that's just how they roll. I love Arden since that's my contra-stomping grounds, plus it's a beautiful area tucked away near the city and I love the community they have there. Reminds me a little of Takoma Park, MD, which I loved very much, apart from a little countryside nostalgia. Despite Newark being a college town, there's nothing like Arden in the town proper.
At least not yet.
Michael took this one of me playing one of my new FAWM tunes. I returned the favor by getting his performance of David Ford's "State of the Union" (warning: a couple f-bombs dropped)
That looping stuff is pretty crazy. The idea of amplifying myself with a pickup is still pretty much a novelty for me, so stuff like this just seems so beyond me. I was really impressed by the end where he actually ditches the guitar, almost gets the strap caught on his head in the process, unwinds the mic cord from the stand -- all while singing the last verse. Good stuff.
Mojo's open mic is great. All open mics are a smattering of good to bad, but Mojo Main's tends more toward great to decent. It was a good crowd. They reacted well -- the audience at Mojo Main generally does keep at least one of two ears on the stage, which I think is probably not real typical of open mics that happen in bars. Plus Spanky's got my back with calls for "ONE MORE SONG!!" from behind the bar, on some nights. I haven't really tried any of the others in town, but I also haven't heard any of the other musicians even mention other open mics in town. (It is, however, a small town.)
Hoping to play Arden's open mic later this week. I played there in December and I've been tryin' to get back ever since. Arden's a musician's open mic - meaning folks are listening to you with all available ears because it's a community pooling together for community's sake, and art's sake, instead of musicians plus whoever wanted a beer that night. It's not publicized. They have no need for publicity; my impression is that they already have all the talent they'd ever need, and they're being pretty gracious by allowing non-members to slip in on the program. But I think that's just how they roll. I love Arden since that's my contra-stomping grounds, plus it's a beautiful area tucked away near the city and I love the community they have there. Reminds me a little of Takoma Park, MD, which I loved very much, apart from a little countryside nostalgia. Despite Newark being a college town, there's nothing like Arden in the town proper.
At least not yet.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
FAWM post #8: EPIC WIN (with Michael Natrin) and Valentine's Day
I just love this. I just love this. I can't say how much I freakin' love this. Yeah sure, it's not perfect and I botched a few things, but hey, who gives a crap when you have SO MUCH WIN.
(Hey, check out the rest of Michael's FAWM songs! They're awesome!)
A few short minutes after I saw this for the first time, I stopped spazzing out and headed over to Mojo Main for another fabulous open mic. I was betting on getting a spot near the beginning on account of it was Valentine's Day. It's probably Newark's best open mic. I don't really say things are great unless they really impress me, so rest assured: IT'S GREAT.
And I was right about getting a spot near the beginning, which was good. I thought to myself, hey, self! You could, like, go home if you wanted, and get some sleep!
And then I didn't leave 'till like 1 AM. I have this notion that being a singer-songwriter is pretty much not conducive to sleeping ever. And I am comfortable with this. Except for when it's 8 AM, at which point I am too busy telling myself what an idiot I am for staying out late again.
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