The annual Beat Poetry Night was Friday, but I was a jerk and forgot to take my camera. So you'll just have to take my word for it that Reza, Gretchen, Jerry, and Mandy were all there with me. And that we got sweet commemorative mugs. And that the place was packed.
It was all pretty good, even though I don't dig Beat, because the jazz band was hot and most of the readers excellent. That damn Caldiero, though (bearded dude, above)--his time should have been cut in half. I have about a ten minute limit on growling, ego, and brain-melting repetition. During Caldiero, Gretchen and I drifted to having anagram-finding contests on napkins. (Nerdy!) There was an open-mic, too, at which Jerry and I both read.
If you're dying to sample/relive the event, Dennis Hinkamp has posted the full two-hour video at: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6618811604505662498
4 comments:
does that mean your in it??
Yes, somewhere...
You know, Hemp has lots of uses. You can make paper out of it and even clothing. It's just that "the man" is holding us down . . .
That sure is a nice beard...jazz band!? If only I'd known...=)
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