Dakonda invites us to an OPEN MIC. He declared it would be a free-forum, where positive
energy would be paramount. Fine. Sounds good. SOUNDS LIKE WHAT WE NEED right now.
Me and Chris get to the OPEN MIC right on time. I sign
up. Being A CIVILIZED MUSICIAN, I have a song prepared. Nobody else seems to have this going for
them. A couple of other people there seem
to be TRYING, but it's still a little sketchy and - whatever.
Right off the bat, I sense trouble. There's this tranny dude holding court, very
belligerent - has a grudge in general.
He's dragging a shopping bag filled with filthy sneakers, his eyes are
rheumy and bulging and the VIBE he is giving off is JUST NOT COOL.
He stands up, loud and proud, in the middle of the room and
starts belting WHITNEY HOUSTON'S
"THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL"…
honestly, what a debacle….
And as soon as he finishes his astounding rendition of this
song, he GLARES around at the room - a CHALLENGE.
So ME - why the FUCK am I always game to take this shit
on???? - I say to him: "Wow! You
really BROUGHT IT. You dug down deep and
you BROUGHT It!"
Now, you'd think this fucker would be PLEASED that I had
this to say. But no. He just stands there, SWAYING…all
blood-shot-eyed and miserable. Staring
me down like he has a right. THINK
AGAIN.
You know what? Let the
GAMES BEGIN…
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