Whenever something happens at Acentos, we always rise to the challenge. It’s not THE most ideal situation. In fact, I keep finding myself asking “what next?” and then saying “no, don’t answer that.”
Last night we had to deal with a party right next door to door us with the pumpin sound system and (damn the party animal in me) some damn hot music playin’. One part of the evening saw me starting to move my shoulders to Crazy In Love as someone was starting to throw down their poem.
The plus side of it was the Acentos audience ignoring the festivities for 80% of the show and only losing it for the last few open micers. The Open Micers also came through as well and our feature, Flaco, delivering all the goods. At this point I would like to say Gracias to the curating gods for intervening and helping us land a feature that has some of the best vocal & theatrical skills in the game today.
This whole thing reminds me of the St Louis Nationals debacle and how people were complaining left and right that the audiences were not there to listen to them. Phil West correctly pointed out that the whole reason we use lyricsm/rhyme/volume/exaggerated body motions/theatrics/pandering arguments/anaphora/narrative/pop culture references (pick whichever applies) is in an effort to enrapture an audience that is easily distracted.
Oh but we have a message and it needs to be heard.
Mierda! If your message is so damn important than just pump up the volume and if it still doesn’t get across, then chalk one up in the LOSS column and call it a day or book a room at a library if you want some quiet. (End side rant)
Our next show features Rigoberto González and I am already in full poetry groupie mode.
Love ya like Tom Cruise loves publicity girlfriends!
[EDIT: Photos from last night courtesy of Señorita Inglaterra- Jannine]
FLACO NAVAJA AND JANNINE
OB PATIENTLY WAITS FOR BATMAN TO COME THROUGH THE SKYLIGHT
I’LL SAY IT AGAIN: THE PRETTIEST OPEN MICERS IN POETRY!
TEGO… I’M WAITING
THE AK AND THE HK