Untitled

​Last night was interest...intrigu...fun. Had dinner at The Lizard with Su, then headed to the Hynes for First Night Slam. We even caught the 7 PM fireworks (7PM??). We were informed by a security guard that we couldn't get into the event without a button. Figuring the disorganization would be in chaos, we asked if there was a list of performers (which we wouldn't have been on had such a list existed). No dice. A Mormon casino. A few minutes later, Richard Cambridge came in. He had forgotten his button, so we figured we'd go up together. However, Richard decided to pay ANOTHER $15 to get in to perform. Aye Chihuahua. Eventually Simone showed up, sans button, and was let up by the little old lady who replaced the tough security guard. Morris, Su, and I followed her in. No button, no problem. Little old ladies are the ATA to the security guards Delta.

The first couple of slams sucked. Michael puts way too much value on personal agenda, not enough on what's going to make a good show. Morris was spot on, Simone was amazing, Tom Daley's writing was good, and Sue Savoy was great. Richard was awful. Likewise the new "talent" from The Cantab was inexcusably bad. I won't even dignify them by learning their names. These aren't new slammers who haven't found their niche yet, these are melodramatic fast-talking floppers.

So who do you think Michael asked to perform again, rather than ask me, Su Millerz, Adam Rubenstein, or Christian? The suckiest of the sucky. The guy so bad he nearly emptied the packed room all by his self. It was excruciating. Did Michael ask him to come up and perform for a third set? You betcha.

The later slams were good (minus the sucky guy..Yust was his name I think), Ryk Macintyre and Melissa Goodrum were both good, and that one poem Jive Poetic did three times was interesting the first time. GRAPES!!!!

Afterfuck, Ryk, MOrris and I picked up Kristen St. John at Jimmy Tingle's and drove over to Su's to meet with her, Michael Mack, Adam Rubenstein, and Christian. None of them showed up. So we emptied the champagne, pretzels, salmon, and russian chocolate ourselves.

Woke up today at 9ish, and headed back to Stonekoawo. I must now go and spend my mock-Christmas with my mother, followed by mock-Christmas with my father.

Sunday I go for the Worcester iWPS slot. Me vs. Morris vs. Ryk vs. (rumor has it) Bill Macmillan vs. the amazing Worcester poets. Should be an amazing show. Four rounds of varying times. Ten poets. No mercy.