I'm watching the 100 Greatest Artists of Hard Rock on television, and coming to the realization that I crossed the line from MTV to VH1 about five years ago. I always thought I'd be ashamed of that.
Back in the early/mid nineties when MTV was playing Nirvana, and VH1 was playing Meatloaf and Hootie and The Blowfish, I would shudder at the thought of being one of the out of touch losers that thought VH1 played music. These days I watch VH1 because MTV doesn't play bad music videos, they don't play music videos period. Between The Real World, Undressed, and other meloddramatdocumentary programs, Carson Daly and Mandy Moore occasionally introduce videos by The Backstreet Boys, 'NSync...yadda yadda, you've heard these complaints by others before, I'm sure.
That said, I've just turned on MTV and am watching some poor frat boy let himself get pushed around by someone named Cora. She told him his hair was "ostrichey." So he went and got it cut. The theme seems to be self-consciousness. This Cora girl is talking about how people perceive her.
I suppose she watches MTV.
Anyway, she's in a club called Nell's in New York City. I performed their last year on the SlamAmerica Tour. Of all the venues I've performed at, Nell's is the most unfriendly to performers. They refused to let the poets in until the show started, which is a problem when you're trying to set up video equipment, and make a set list.
Now I'm getting IMed by a stranger (something that hasn't happened in well over a year) asking me about A/S/L. I don't think she means the language.
I'm becoming increasingly interested in Gestalt these days. The connection of seemingly unrelated things.
I think I'm going to use this page mostly to try out new ideas. I'm going to frame essays that may become slam poems, draft slam poems that never see life off this website.
Tonight's line that I hope some day makes it into a poem: I made a bargain with the devil. I sold my soul in exchange for directions to heaven.