Tuesday, December 14th, 2010
I had got home a little mad. Well… I wish I could have been mad but I made it home so I was happy about that. It was 12:00am when I got in, cold, hungry, tired and dehydrated. I ate, I smiled, I laughed, snuggled the bed and fell asleep…
I left at 6:30 for the “Voices Merging” open mic. Got there at 7:20ish and clumsily wandered around until I found the place to be.
When it was over, I was a bit disappointed; they juked me for my slot in the line-up…I guesstimate it had something to do with me being “new” on the list because they do this frequently…
Still, I felt lied to.
Well, at least I met DJ Mixwell. I’ll be honest, I didn’t understand his stature in the HipHop scene until I got there but I know that I met someone noteworthy, he seems like a pretty clumsy guy, in a fun way.
I wanted to spit so bad… I had it all planned out… all rehearsed…
I sat through that whole event for 2 hours waiting for my name to be called. I even talked to the hosts directly. I even slipped Mixwell a note to give to the OTHER host…played me…so I didn’t have anytime to go to the AQ and perform there.
On my way out I took a deep sigh of relief to see a cipher just around the corner. But before I get into that let me tell you about the beautiful women I saw… Damnit… Now, consider the fact that I have poor vision without my contacts, and I didn’t have em’ in either. Man… I cant wait to perform… I saw this scene in Cadillac Records where Muddy Waters and Chess where performing at this bar right? Muddy Waters is singin this song and playin his guitar… cutscene to this hotel room; there’s a knock at the door: three women that were at his performance.
Now im not trying to do a whole synopsis on the movie but I just like what Chess has to say to that after excusing himself from the room “You played that guitar and now you got three women in your bed.” - or something like that; I hope I have that effect with my performance.
We’ll see. Not that im doing it for "the women" or anything. But it would have made it all worth it to have someone to come home to...
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