One poet. One full back up band. Ten Dollars all you can drink domestic draft. One interesting evening. It was probably my best and rowdiest reading yet. The musicians nailed it, fluidly wrapping the sound around the poets with ease. There was poetry, there was beer, there were bongos and guitars, there was hooting and hollering. Hell, there was even belly dancing. To all those out there who equate poetry readings with yawn inducing college professors in suede jackets dryly reciting kings english, or the def jam poetry slam scene… I wished you could of been there, this is what poetry reading is about.
Thanks to the musicians, other poets, and all the people that showed up. And of course thanks to Sarah and the whole Lillians crew. I’ll shut up before this turns into a whole Oscar acceptance speech. Work looms, more later.