Thursday Jan. 6th
Let the Recording Begin
Let me start out by saying I hate recording. This is an art that I am still far away from mastering. I think my voice sounds like a kids and it magnifies errors in my poems that I don’t like to live up to. But, just like Brussels sprouts and cardio it’s good for you. It makes you understand and analyze the tonality in your voice. Along with that, it challenges your abilities to have clarity, present at a suitable speed and what I think is most important is that it documents spoken word artist’s in what I believe is the closest representation of them other than a live performance.
I woke up this morning very chipper and up to the task. It started out with a home made egg burrito at my boy Marty’s house. We all know good days usually come form eggs in the morning. Maybe it’s some form of a rechanneled birth kind of thing. Who Knows?
We progressed later to his homemade studio inside of his fathers gun closet. There stood me, the hunting rifles and the mic ready to spit hot fire. Thankfully, the guns stayed subdued and in one session we threw down 10 poems
1. The New Day Is New
3. To Pueblo
5. The Moment
6. I Found You
7. What Do I Want?
8. It’s Been A While Since I felt My Heart Break
9. Lies The Amur
10. Sweating The Times
The session went well. Minor setbacks came with memorization errors.
But, overall it was very successful.
The clock struck 7 and it was time for PROVOKE Poetry
at The Benson Grind (6107 Maple Street, Omaha, 932-4040),
Taken directly off http://poetrymenu.com/
It’s an open mic hosted by Jack Hubbell; it's the poetic equivalent to that sharp pointy stick your mom always warned you about (Prissy poems of plump puppies passionately prancing with pink pom-poms will be highly frowned upon and dealt with severely). (1st Thursday)
This event was wonderful. It was so comfortable and honest. Open mic’s with out a whole bunch of pretention and people just wanting attention are so hard to find. The mixture of poet was also to this places credit. It went from surrealist, to spoken word ,cowboy poetry, to floetry, prose, traditional styles, storytelling, to slam. I loved every bit of it except for the fact that we had to replace applause with snapping to keep it down for the yoga class next door and seating was very limited. Surprisingly, it didn’t steal its great vibe.
Jack Hubble casts out a theme before the event for folks to hinge around. This week’s was “family”. I didn’t have much in my repertoire for this subjectivity sadly. So I performed the closest thing that I had; “Bigger than you” a poem about playing college football in Chadron. It went over well. Everything went over well because the people in the room listened well. If you in the area I strongly suggest checking it out.
Big ups go out to Jack Hubble for giving me a wonderful book and running a fantastic reading. Big ups to the owner of the Benson Grind, Alan for keeping up a wonderful business that supports the local arts and making one hell of a Panini. Big ups to Lili, Mark, The Professor, Frank and all the wonderful poets who spit on this night for cuttin’ loose and letting the words do the talkin’. Lastly, thanks to Dylan, Rachel and Marty for the great hospitality and some serious doubles ping pong lol.
It’s always good meeting new people.
Day 2, over and out.