Music Makers
Apr. 11th, 2009 12:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlI am exhasuted, but in a good way.
Last night I went down to the Lower East Side to see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slinkybetty's band, Celler, play. She is one of the few people on my friends list who I know exclusively through LJ. I've known her for three years and have never seen her play, mainly because her gigs are usually on days and at times when I can't go. But, last night the scheduling Gods smiled down on me, so I hauled my ass down to Parkside Lounge without a second thought. And, I'm glad I did because I really enjoyed myself. Not only is she a very talented cellist, but I can't remember the last time I heard live music. I forgot how wonderful it is; how great to feel the sound of the instruments vibrate through the floor and up your legs, into your abdomen. They played a good set, a little jazzy, a little rock n' roll-y, a little ethereal, and totally worth the treck.
Afterward, since I was already in the area, I went over to the Nuyorican Poet's Cafe to watch the slam finals.
The last time I was there I was seduced by Carlos Andres Gomez. Last night another new poet grabbed me and shook me until my head was spinning. His name is Jamie DeWolf. This is the poem that knocked me to my knees. It's called "Bumpin Uglies," and by the time he finished performing it I felt like the sexiest woman on the planet.
Last night I went down to the Lower East Side to see
slinkybetty's band, Celler, play. She is one of the few people on my friends list who I know exclusively through LJ. I've known her for three years and have never seen her play, mainly because her gigs are usually on days and at times when I can't go. But, last night the scheduling Gods smiled down on me, so I hauled my ass down to Parkside Lounge without a second thought. And, I'm glad I did because I really enjoyed myself. Not only is she a very talented cellist, but I can't remember the last time I heard live music. I forgot how wonderful it is; how great to feel the sound of the instruments vibrate through the floor and up your legs, into your abdomen. They played a good set, a little jazzy, a little rock n' roll-y, a little ethereal, and totally worth the treck. Afterward, since I was already in the area, I went over to the Nuyorican Poet's Cafe to watch the slam finals.
The last time I was there I was seduced by Carlos Andres Gomez. Last night another new poet grabbed me and shook me until my head was spinning. His name is Jamie DeWolf. This is the poem that knocked me to my knees. It's called "Bumpin Uglies," and by the time he finished performing it I felt like the sexiest woman on the planet.
