No they were not, but thank gosh Flora had ear plugs, and enough for us all!
This band took me back to my tweens, music I was not allowed to listen to, but friends did, Yeah, my parents only played Johnny Cash and other country music, since they had control of the radio- these guys look and sounded like they are still playing off the alcohol and drugs they did back then. They were good, but too loud for a 'diner' open mic. Someone was carted out on a gurney, we still are not sure what happened back there, LOL!
My new (I know I attract them, but no poems about this guy) buddy the massage therapist here reminded me of Chong- "Hey Man"- somebody smokin something in the parking lot? Everyone was great, and it was all good!
The band- they're last song of the set...'What's that smell...oh oh oh what's that smell'
This was the most FAR OUT Open Mic I have ever attended in Jersey- Now I understand why North and South Jersey are so separate...
We have been rehearsing after my guitar lessons, so I did read my Silk Stockings poem with Flora playing a jazzy and sultry trumpet, and we got a big 'woo hoo' ovation for more, so I read my two diner pieces- I just keep wanting to say PEACE, COOL, LOVE MAN, and all the other 60's lingo.
The Spanish teacher from Mexico was a little bee bop for this crowd tonight...Just Sayin' blogger Diary...
3 comments:
Not my scene or style of music, but I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I was more 'amused' at it, than enjoying it! I felt like I had stepped back in time, and that was not a great time for me back then.
I've been thinking of trying to start an open mic at a local wine bar tips?
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