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People are Talented! Oh Wait, Nevermind. June 30, 2008

I popped my open-mike cherry tonight, and went to A Spoonful of Poison. Monday night at the Rhythm Factory is declared as “one of the best open-mic nights in the known universe”. On it’s own website. But it wasn’t too bad. I’m always one for spoken poetry, and the few poets that went up were enjoyable. Problems started when fellows began to sing. Or whatever you want to call what happened on stage tonight. The acts varied greatly, including a man in spandex and eyeliner screaming “electro-punk” (whose name incidentally happened to be Son of a Bitch- an exceedingly appropriate pseudonym), the guy in the above picture playing a guitar and looking eerily like Spencer Pratt (Google him. It’s creepy), and a William Shatner-ish spoken word band thingy. That band was actually pretty fantastic because there were like 5 members, and they all seemed like they may have just picked up their instruments for the first time a few hours ago. And one of those instruments was the keytar. You can never go wrong with a keytar, folks. Never.