||[Dec. 8th, 2004|02:21 pm]
Patrick and I are in DC on our "New Folk Sounds of Arts and Crafts" tour. Last night we went with our friend Brandon to a place called Staccato's Piano Bar in the Adams Morgan neighborhood for their open mic night. We got there at 7 PM to sign up, just as the bar was opening. No one else showed up until close to 9 and so we hung out and waited. We were on the hunt for legendary Adams Morgan Jumbo slice and the bartender explained the situation that there were three places that had it. One was across the street and was supposed to be really greasy and gross, appealing only after one was very drunk, but he said that there were two places a few blocks down the street that were next door to each other called "Jumbo Slice" and "Original Jumbo Slice" and they were supposed to be interchangeable in terms of deliciousness. We headed over there and came to a restaurant that said "Jumbo Slice" on the front and we went in and each got a slice. The slices are about 18-20 inches long and 10 inches wide at the crust. It wasn't too bad, but it was rather cold and the quality was somewhat low. After I finished my slice, I went for a stroll up the block and noticed that the two restaurants that we were looking for were further down the block and we had inadvertently eaten at an inferior "Jumbo Slice" that the bartender failed to mention. That wasn't such a big deal, but a disappointing failure in our Jumbo Slice mission nevertheless. We came back to the bar and got ready for the open mic. The guy running the open mic seemed to be a little freaked out by my franken-guitar, which I had to mess with a little to adjust the sound. He made some comment like "What is this, a science project?" Brandon's band Jimes played first doing a song by himself and then two songs with Pat on guitar and me on piano. You can get his albums for free download going to www.geocities.com/cowjimes. The open mic guys didn't seem to like it very much. The MC said afterward "I think I speak for everyone here when I say that all I can say is WOW." I played three songs on their piano, which wasn't miked, so it was really quiet and some women were having an incredibly loud conversation making it really hard for me to play. I thought I did OK nevertheless. The open mic guy said something like "I haven't been fucked like that since grade school." I don't know what that meant really. Pat played dish fairy first, which worked pretty well over the loud conversation, but the bartender and the open mic guy got really pissed. My friend Matt from Little Rock, who came down to the bar to see us, tried to order a beer for him and me, but the bartender refused to serve him and checked him out. I guess the bartender and the open mic guy had some conversation about needing to cut Pat off, and they cut him off after his second song. When Pat asked if he could do one more, the open mike guy said "no way" and that Pat's set was like having sex with a porcupine. The bartender told Brandon and me that he wanted to talk to us outside, to which I replied "no" and ignored the fact that he walked out of the bar onto the sidewalk. It's funny how easy it is to reject falsely assumed authority like that. It's also pretty fucked up that people try to pull shit like that all of the time. We packed our stuff up and walked out where the bartender was talking to Matt about how they needed to make money and allegedly we were driving away customers. chicken_pat_pie has an alternate perspective of the night and more tour journaling than I care to do.|
You may have noticed that I have alternated between the spelling "open mic" and "open mike." There is some considerable discussion about it at http://home.comcast.net/~sambayer/music/whymike.html but I'm still a lot more comfortable using "open mic."