a spinal tap moment

Went to the Borders Open Mic reading w/Nigel. . .we were two of three readers. They actually moved us to the "Reference Section" of the store and out of the cafe--we were disrupting too people shopping for books by reading poetry. . .ahem. . .so they liteally put us in an isle of reference books with about nine chairs.
IT WAS LIKE BEING IN SPECIAL ED DURING THE 80'S--THE WHOLE CLASS BY THE BOILERROOM EXPERIENCE!!!

There were actually some people there to listen--about six people, twice the amount of readers (usually this is a good ratio--here less good). . . they were very receptive and supportive, a loyal and good sets of ears. The whole thing was over in about twenty minutes--half hour tops.

Now don't take this the wrong way but F&^K BORDERS. . . well at least the one in our neck of the woods. And this isn't even a corporate store, big business issue--the WB Barnes and Noble goes out of their way to support the writers in the area and as a result their reading is one of the biggest and best local events. They bend over backwards to make sure the reading is advertised, supported, and everyone involved feels like they are involved in something special. They have brought an-indie store vibe to the open reading scene in their store, and it has become the launching pad for the entire writing scene. Without Barnes and Noble, I am not sure the area talent would have coalesced so quickly.

So there is no excuse for Borders. . .they are just lazy and ignorant to the ever-growing writing scene. . . no big deal, we'll find another venue and make twice the noise!

Can I say F=*K BORDERS again? It just sounds right. . .

pm soundtrack: Jeff Buckley Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk; Johnny Thunders So Alone; Husker Du The Living End; Brendan Benson Lapalco