No-one EVER gets a photo of the host – but special thanks to Paul Ochoa for coming out to practice his photo journalism skills at the Teavovle Open Mic on August 14th, 2017!

Last night we ran amok all up in the Teavolve. It was a very fine open mic that kind of started rough (I think I was on point but if my Comment Card had been laid “critique” side up rather than “friendly host” I think there could’ve been a lot to say. Good lord. Mic technique people. You are HERE TO LEARN MIC TECHNIQUE!

Hrm. Maybe I should teach a damned class? I don’t know that I’ve really got enough knowledge to teach a class.

The feature though – holy crap. Made up of consummate players, a vocalist who was unreal in her range, passion and sheer volume – Chuck the Madd Ox showed up at a key moment like it was planned and we ended the night with a little 80s rap tribute that included some Beastie Boys and Run-D.M.C. and some other stuff I didn’t recognize, and it really felt like a good Baltimore kind of night.

After watching the eclipse with Kristen, I went and ran my open mic. And after running my open mic a girl rear-ended me. No harm done, not really, but I could tell she was terrified. She was a young black girl in a gorgeous dress, probably driving her parent’s car, and immediately we started attracting police attention. After determining she was okay and assuring her that I and my car were just fine, I told her to get back in her car and just go. Pass it on. (In the Harbor in Baltimore, August 21st, 2017)

From outside of Baltimore, someone I hadn’t seen in a LONG long LONG time : Reina Williams came through from New Jersey and threw down in a way that I found frankly inspirational. Monstrous voice, elegant flow, precise rhythms – just wow. One Hell of a show.

Good to have a night like that cause I feel like there’s been little good news on that whole coming together front recently.

Wednesday August 23rd found Kristen and I meeting with Dave Eisner and our caterer to look over the church where we’re getting married. We measured everything, and then we counted everything, and then we went back and measured things again. Count them: three timpanis where we’re NOT going to be keeping the children during the wedding. In other news, I may get married to dramatic drum accompaniment!

Charlottesville just continues to simmer. People continue to boil. I pretend like the death of Heather Heyer has lanced it a bit, but who’s to say. My little corner of it all is the “who’s accepted at a folk festival” fight, one that at the moment I’m winning, but not without some angst. I sort of feel like the TPFF put ME in charge of sourcing the music, so they’ve got to accept my definitions of what’s acceptable, but I’m getting some pretty hateful comments, some pushback, and plenty of plain old “I don’t see why you booked that”. Seeing comments like that, acts we HAVE booked are now worried that they won’t go over well, or that we’ve even intentionally pushed them to less visible stages (just for the record, stages act independently of one another – it’s not like we book a pool of artists and then decide where we put them, the stages each book artists THEY want).

Anywho, it was nice to get a shoutout from Heather, a nice thank you from QueenEarth – it was nice to get THANKED for a change in the past couple of days, because generally I really only get the other end of it. We’ll see how the festival goes. If people genuinely aren’t happy with what’s happening at the festival, I’m sure we’ll hear about it. We always do.

upComing & inComing

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