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Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #26

It could’ve been the Craigslist promotion for the Open Mic on January 5, 2009, or maybe it was the ineluctable attraction of publisher-musician-poet Paul Evans, he of Redbird Studio and Alberta St. Small Press, but the dingly bell on the front door was a-dinglin’.  Those who came to see and hear Paul were treated to not one but two gorgeous and talented friends of Paul: 1) the warbling banshee Dina Rae, she of sunshine, of obviously superb mid-western stock, and of a vocal range that must be measured using the same unit used to measure the distance from here to her voice’s planet of origin, and, 2) advancing unmasked from under a pink and orange Texas sky, the mega-romantic Dominique Garcia, she with guitar shielding heart, it of passion overflowing.

Cattle call or no, the ensuing Open Mic served up a dozen open-mikers, including the now comfortingly regular participants Rick J, Melissa Sillitoe, and a delightfully more-humbled-than-usual Mike G (for “girl crazy”).  To the stage ascended deep thinkers, wise believers, grieving MCs, a digeridoo and dinglies to match the door-dinglies anon; among other poets, Christian, he of sometimes feeling like a fucking chameleon,  Christine, she of Sinophilia and Mount Hood climbing, Wayne Flower, he of Boise originally, and of many a band (as I suspected), and the briefly but deeply missed Celestial Concubine, she of paying back the sacrificed hours of sleeptime, thank you, we trusted you all along.  Admittedly, the writing in this so-called “blog entry” doesn’t really cover it all, so (as soon as I find where I put it) I will include the visual aid that accompanies Nathan‘s poem about the cats that go ’round (and ’round).

Show and Tell Gallery Productions is so damn glad that the Open Mic event will continue on a weekly basis following the invited performance.   Be sdvised, all you shoe-top dinglers, bridge-builders, denizens of different-tempo chaos  – prestazione dall’invito every giant, steaming Monday under the taupe and tender rafters of Three Friends Coffee House from 7:00 to 8:00, followed by the Open Mic sign-up from 8:00 to 8:15.  At 8:15 the Open Mic (limited to sixteen slots – sixteen milk necks ripe for licking) will unfurl its pink-crested, cartoid heart.

If you ever miss that ringing in your ears, you will find the podcast on the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series page at brokenhours.net until it, too, is washed away by the ocean.  And, simply because it is the largest distributor of organized sound in the world, iTunes unwittingly allows you to access the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series podcast via sheer grace by using this link:

http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=295435461

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