New York city, open mic Monday night…the horror that ensues
Hey, I love that people get up and bare their soul by singing a song – but 7 people in a row with guitars that aren’t tuned makes me order alcohol. The lyrics coming out that night were particularly intriguing ‘you get sweet when I act like a dick’. One man played a song for 8 minutes (which would be fine if his guitar was in tune and his chorus wasn’t ‘f**k it f**k it f**k it’). oh dear lord I think I was rolling drunk by the end of that number. I was number 21 on the list, 14 acts had played and 3 hours had passed. 20mins of which had been filled by a comedian from LA who got up to say how much she hated NYC (I’m surprised she got out alive).
There was one man though – who played the piano, and had a voice like velvet. Unbelievable – he silenced the room – and made the night (almost) worth it. The fact that he was blind made me remember that I love that people get up and bare their soul by singing a song. Damn it!