Fittingly, she and I went out to the Wine Up for one of their Thursday Touch One Productions nights. I hadn't been to any of their events before, but I'd met most of the Charlotte Slam team (National champs!) at one point or another. It's kinda funny -- my style is so far from "spitting," but I really want to be able to pull off one piece like that someday. Just a little personal accomplishment kind of thing. I can't even think in that style though. I'll give everyone a good laugh if/when I ever make it onto a slam stage. But that's ok.
As far as laughs go, I was ready for them to fly Saturday night: we went out for me to "sing" karaoke to a particular song. Unfortunately, though, the place was a good bit too out of date and too country to have the song. Or any of my back-ups. I was so disappointed. But we'd already paid our cover, so we committed to singing a song together. We had a tough time picking one out, but when we finally did, I had fun at least. I mean, make no mistake, I was off pitch & neither of us could hit the full range of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" -- at least not when yelling it into a mic to be heard over a bar full of people not really paying any attention anyhow.
So, the differences between Thursday & Saturday nights are:
|Event:||Slam Poetry||Bad Karaoke|
|Highlight of the Evening:||a tie between|
Maze's classic "Organic Funk" & Shableek's not so subtly sexual sax playing
|a tie between the frighteningly weird news headlines on the bar's tv & our not-so-sexy rendition of "Total Eclipse of the Heart"|
For the record, I look forward to going back to the Wine Up, though not likely by myself, but I don't see going back to Backstage. I do intend to sing the song I wanted to, eventually. Even if it means parking myself on a busy street corner. Or not, but maybe.
Making a fool of oneself every now and then is good for humility, and thus for the heart, I think.