A great combination of virtuosity and “fuck you”.
I vote that THAT’S a pretty flattering endorsement. Last night we ended up at an open mic at a place called the City Beverage. It was a nice enough place, cool people. Hideous acoustics, but that just means you stand closer to the speakers to get your fill of other people’s music.
Okay – Amy – we need to find this movie. Part of the decor from the City Beverage in Durham, NC – please not that it’s the “first horror monster musical”. We need to find this NOW. (well, at least by the time I get back home)
Kezban on guitar singing with a beautiful growl and (eventually) my guitar.
The last two nights I’d watched a be-dreaded creature walking purposefully past us as we played at the Blue Horn. I caught her at one point during our show last night and thus we met Kezban (singer/songwriter – artist – baloon animals). We invited her to come out to the City Beverage with us where I grew increasingly nervous about what kind of performer we’d brought with us. I’ve been hanging around snooty folk circles too much, I guess – because I shouldn’t judge a player by their capo, nor a writer by their instrument. The fact that a tuning peg is broken, forcing the entire guitar to be tuned to C just meant that she had to have a pretty amazing voice to go with the tuning – murder ballads and passion poured forth.
It was a good night. Today was a work day – not much to it. Couldn’t get an open mic for the night and ended up going to see Stardust with my friend Katy. Gorgeous faerie tale of a flick. And now to relax with a cat… ploo.
