Beatnik 2000 with Frank Critelli, Paul Belbusti and Victoria's Secret Sauce

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Cafe 9 is the worst place in the world to take pictures:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/oldangelmidnight/sets/1521783/
The low lighting necessitates a flash, but all the 9s on the walls around the stage cast strange reflections and the bar is always in the way. Anyway, I got a couple of halfway-decent pictures and a couple that make Frank and Paul look like demons.
Also playing was the unfortunately-named Victoria's Secret Sauce. I really enjoyed them. At times, they reminded me of Neil Young, other times like They Might be Giants, but all with the kick-ass guitar work of Al Howard. I look forward to seeing them again.
The poets, though, I could live the rest of my life happily without ever hearing a girl who thinks it's challenging or edgy to write graphic sex poetry. Yes, you have a vagina; we're all very proud of you; congratulations.

Selective Memory

ha ha Yeah I'm so sick of sex poetry in general, the poetry nights have always been partially ruined by that, people always think they're just soooo damn cool cause they can write something dirty. That being said heres an interesting link to sex poetry. http://books.guardian.co.uk/departments/generalfiction/story/0,6000,1652812,00.html Did you hear about rowling's sex segments of the last harry potter book, that was freakin hilarious, Served the parents right for giving their kid a bootleg book, the image of the little kid going "mommy what's cun-il-in-gus" freakin hilarious Posted by Selective Memory on Wednesday, December 07, 2005 at 9:41 AM