Globular Cluster

I went to see the noise band Globular Cluster this past weekend, and they unexpectedly invited me onstage to read one of my stories, “The Year of Myself.”

Here is audio of the performance.

Advertisements

I Am a Literary Upstart

[repost from There Will Be Blog]

As a semifinalist in the L Magazine’s “Literary Upstart” contest, I was asked to read last night at the Slipper Room. There was a sizeable and enthusiastic audience and three other semifinalists reading. At the end, the four of us were critiqued by a panel of judges, American Idol style, and one reader moved on to the finals. That one reader was not me.

I wish I could tell you the names of the other readers or of the judges, but I don’t have that information easily accessible at the moment. Maybe I’ll update later to include that. In any case, the judges’ comments were mostly superficial, and they clearly had not understood one of the major points about my story–so I really couldn’t take the whole thing very seriously. So here for your enjoyment, is my performance from last night, which one of the judges said reminded him of a”city council meeting.”

I Am a Literary Upstart

As a semifinalist in the L Magazine’s “Literary Upstart” contest, I was asked to read last night at the Slipper Room. There was a sizeable and enthusiastic audience and three other semifinalists reading. At the end, the four of us were critiqued by a panel of judges, American Idol style, and one reader moved on to the finals. That one reader was not me.

I wish I could tell you the names of the other readers or of the judges, but I don’t have that information easily accessible at the moment. Maybe I’ll update later to include that. In any case, the judges’ comments were mostly superficial, and they clearly had not understood one of the major points about my story–so I really couldn’t take the whole thing very seriously.

So here for your enjoyment, is my performance from last night, which one of the judges said reminded him of a “city council meeting.”

Uzi’s Open

I attended Amy Uzi’s open mic last night at Tribes Gallery in the East Village (every Thursday at 8–cover charge is by donation). It was an interesting mix of the usual art star open mic crowd and some poets, some of whom were actually pretty good. I read a new short story. I took this video on my blackberry.

Then I had time leftover, so I sat at the piano and fumbled my way through one of my songs. If you listen carefully, you can hear Brer Brian playing guitar and singing from the audience.