Went to a place called The Paper Heart the other night - a laid back club near the downtown area with an upscale coffee house feel. (You know - the kind of place with art on the walls, comfy overstuffed couches, people in vintage clothing, and someone plaintively baring their soul on stage.) Nice place: roomy and polished but with personality. Anyway...I'd gone that night to see the friend of a friend in a Poetry Slam. She was all right - a little self-indulgent for my tastes - but there were some nice moments throughout. Hell, throw in a couple of beers, a little barside conversation, and it was a pretty pleasant evening. But that was just the start.
(Enthusiastic Announcer Voice: "But wait, there's more! With the Bamboo Steamer, you get this set of Ginsu knives, sharp enough to cut through this can -and-this Edible Hairnet! Now, how much would you pay?")During a break between rounds, this other guy, Blair, gets up and starts doing some of his stuff...
Ever see someone doing something really well and it just hits you? I mean, deep down inside it hits you, "Wham!" and from the top of your pointy little head down to the tips of your waxy yellow toenails you simply resonate... like a tuning fork?
This man could bring it. I mean, birds flew out of his mouth, suns were born and died, and he brought the hammer down on all our heads - poignancy, truth, and the human condition - and we all just resonated.
Should you ever have the pleasure of seeing this man perform - do so - you will not be dissappointed.
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