I started going to PWG’s Friday Open Mic Nights at Etcetera in 2008…maybe early 09. It was after Obama was first elected. (I think I’m right on my years. Not sure though) I had actually had my first experience of Etcetera on that election day. Attended every Friday night, or nearly every, till about 2012. I wrote a lot of poetry in that time. Met a lot of great people. Some just passing through, some stayed. Some I wish had stayed, some I’m glad are gone (out of my life. Not dead) I do hope the best for all of them. I would say I’d like to go back but it’s not the same crowd. But “back in the day” it was one of the few places where, for at least a while, I felt like I belonged. Even though it got crazy crowded in there and often times loud. And I’m extremely not a crowded and loud type person. But I discovered that if I got there really early, found me nice little corner for me to settle into (that I had a decent route to the mic and out)…so basically I had to do some scouting; But once I had my spot I was ok.
I guess typing out that last poem and going through alot of others really brought memories. Rather bittersweet memories.
I might go into detail about memories some day but that’ll have to be another blog. I think I’ve rattled on long enough.
Hope you all are doing ok. Take care, God bless, and…
Namaste’
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