Life for me right now has a strange atmosphere... You know, I personified that question but I’m not sure if it is just me. There’s loads of politically charged tension about as well as other funky energies burning in the people around me.
I’ve felt a lot of anger and strange tension at the average person I pass in the street recently.
Last week I saw a dead body in the road, a man was shot four times in a “blood thirsty vengeance” from a shooting the week before... All this blood has painted my doorstep.
I logged on to write about my hosting experience last night with Wale Ojo and I’ve taken it somewhere else... sorry about that, it wasn’t as bad as Nick Griffin on Question Time or "nigger-bots" in Transformers 2 ... but it was rather shambolic... although the feedback was positive, people did enjoy it and I guess, that’s most important.
The problem with mixing a spoken word night with a music night is you tend to attract two different audiences. The people who show up for the music wants to drink and dance... the people who show up for the poetry wants to sit and listen.
We did however compromise at the beginning of the night by having Catherine Brogan do her set backed by a musician on African Drums. Which went well... but as the night wore on complications grew and the audience seemed to become either frustrated or confused.
I try to sway from making generalizations but apprantley musicans don't respect poets.
When Wale came on with his band the first thing he said to the audience was “OK, Now we’re going to show you how to do it!”
OK, I guess poetry is not the way “to do it”
Ironically almost everyone left.
YAY POETRY! :-)
Thank you Zainab, Bridget, Andreas and Dr.Stew for repping.x
Still love you Wale! ;-)