DC was the bomb! My set went great though I didnâ€™t get to write the second poem and pull a Leon/Villar on the folks in Teaism since they only had three people on the Open Mic. There was a cross town slam going on with a prize of $800. I love slam but I hate big money slams in that if somebody beats me out for $800, that is a pretty good place for animosity to begin- Iâ€™m just sayinâ€™.
Here is the set list-
*Mercy on the Battlefield
*Whereâ€™s the New Shit, O?
*Willie Perdomoâ€™s Crazy Bunch Barbecue
*Brooklyn Back Break Beat
*America: My First Love Poem
*Getting Ronald Reagan to Visit the South Bronx
Mucho fun doing MotB first and not having the â€˜have they heard it before?â€™ issues coming up. On the straight up- I LOVE doing that poem and I still think itâ€™s an excellent display of my writing. Today, I would make some more edits but it still stands y punto. Coming out next with Whereâ€™s the New Shit is a nice inside joke to myself and a quick change of pace from my Spanglish rich stuff. So then I can do Capicu without feeling like I have to hand out a dictionary. I was able to nail the CAPEEECCCUUUUUU real nice, something I havenâ€™t been able to do in a while.
The Crazy Bunch Barbecue is one of my favorite pieces of poetry ever and it was real cool to bust it out (Thanks, Tony B) and became a segue way for BBBB which had a lot of Perdomo in it (and I let the crowd now that- and yes, even though they only had three open micers DC Slam had a nice crowd of 70+ in the house). I lose my set list at this point, prompting a friendly heckler to quip- “What the fuck is a set list?” It means, I love you all.
The New Hotness emerges with America, a poem that is going to be fuckin with me for a while as I found out some things about my history on the long bus ride. Nothing new, mind you, just shit I never really put together about my parents and my infancy. Speaking of family, I joke that walking into the Million Woman March is like having your cousins crash with you for the night… and as a Latino, that could mean a LOT of people. Yep, my banter was in effect.
Getting Ronaldâ€¦ is always fun to break away from the three minute norm (here I do a time check and get the 5 minutes more sign so I figure Iâ€™ll just do one more) and leave em with one of my favorite trips ever, the journey to and from Brooklyn in Ceviche.
â€œThanks for listening, DCâ€
Life has not been that great but Sunday in DC was just fuckinâ€™ perfect! The sights, the march and then having a fun relaxed set of my work- nice!
Afterwards, Delrica (the Slam Mistress) passed the hat around to sweeten my take home and it was enough to make what would have been a financial loss into a break even- Nice! A good number of compliments that generally sounded like this, “I like the range in your work.” which is exaclty what I wanted to hear and not the ever dreaded (though still appreciated) “You were great and I liked all your poems but i REALLY love the one about dancing!” So frontloading with MotB and letting the rest of my stuff build up from there is a pretty good place to be… for now.
The Slam was a Slam with all the DC regulars being mad pro and knowing their audience and what to drop on em. The work was not the standard fare and I got to hear a good range of stuff.
Afterwards, I had three hours to kill and no idea how to kill em when Truth Thomas, 2nd place in the Slam, offers to show me the OTHER side of DC and I was like, â€œHell yeah!â€
Q Street has seen a lot of history and is in the middle of a gentrification phase (sound familiar) but there was enough heads to let me know that this was a lil more of what I was used to. Harold, 1st place in the Slam, and Belia join us and we had a long ass talk about the slam and writing and influences and teaching and all the same stuff that mad me feel like I was in the Ox late or at Res being a jackass.
Truth also showed me another Jazz part of the city (Andrew Morgans?), we ate some more and then he dropped me back by Chinatown where I grabbed a way packed bus that had no AC on a humid night back to the city. Not only that but then the dude next to me insisted on having a convo with his boy a row down and was fuckin with my sleep but hey, if one thing donâ€™t go wrong then it ainâ€™t perfect in my eyes so this trip was officially- perfect.