Fun for Everyone!

Alright, I know I said in my last blog that I would write a new one well over a week ago but the sooner you forgive me the sooner we can move on and I can tell you about the FANTASTIC time I've had playing the Philly open mic scene over the past few weeks.

Ok, so, as I had previously stated, on December 3rd I was the featured performer at Drexel Univeristy's Late Night Series. Late Night Series is a catch-all open mic, which means that anyone-regardless of their genre of performance-is welcome to get on stage and make a fool of themselves.

The problem with "catch alls" is that it can be very very difficult to move from something like high-energy comedy to a sing-songwriter to a poet to up tempo music to whatever. You see, it can be hard to get the crowd to the energy level you want especially when the previous act is an up tempo act and you're down tempo (or vice versa). Nevertheless, the Drexel Open mic is, by far, the smoothest transitioning catch-all venue and that is due largely to the eptitude of their host in raising/lowering the energy levels accordingly.

It's always difficult stepping into an open mic. As I've stated before, when playing an open mic you are just some jerk with a guitar, trombone, suzaphone, accordion, or whatever. The audience generally doesn't care who you are (and why should they?). This is what makes open-mics such great proving grounds for a young artists. If you can win those crowds over you are doing something right. Especially if you can win over a crowd at a catch-all after some hack comedian just spent 15 minutes talking about his dick.

That's what makes catch-alls so special.

Your crappy song lyrics of the day come from Regina Spektor (again). Expect to see her wacky-ass lyrics here quite often.

A good friend of mine, quite consisely, I might add, tried to explain the song "Samson" to me with citations of symbolism, deep allegory, and love lost. I, in turn, tried to explain to him that the song was just a series of poetic-sounding non-sequiters that he was blindly trying to justify because he secretly wants to bang Regina Spektor. You be the judge:

"Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of Wonderbread
And went right back to bed"

Yes, Regina, we all know how Samson loved his wonderbread

Until next time!
--KR