I grew up with a father who was in a handful of groups with little local claims to fame, claims which as a child I build up to Zeppellin-esque proportions in my head (perhaps with a little help from my pops). 1,699 more words
All my insecurities are surfacing as I prepare to perform one of my dearest poems titled Black Tongues of Adam. As I steadily gaze at each word, fear pushes the accelerator- making my heart ricochet in between my ribs. 313 more words
I used to believe reading was everything. All the letters, the spaces, the stories a single sentence could create. And when scenes began to pop up in my head every night, before going to bed, I’d write them down in a notebook.234 more words
“The karaoke stage is a place to try on new identities as easily as trying on pants. . . . Karaoke is basically a four minute social experiment that usually ends with applause.” A karaoke 101 primer to get even the most committed wallflower up on stage.
So… today is Sunday and I spent the day at work. Normally my week starts on Monday, so now I can’t tell if it feels like a weekend or a weekday, but at the moment my mind is running dry. 181 more words