Somehow, despite the no sleep and no prep., last night’s show was good. After doing this for a couple years, it seems to have suddenly become something that everyone’s comfortable with. Being intensely focused on every moment isn’t sustainable and definitely not much fun. I’m glad we’re figuring this out.
Now here’s the real post:
Old ladies suck. Old lady poets suck. Old lady want-to-be-singer/poets suck. And people without the self-awareness to understand the implicit boundaries between performers and audience suck.
Summary: Old lady want-to-be-singer/poets without the self-awareness to understand the implicit boundaries between performers and audience suck. And they suck a lot.
What am I talking about? Well I was obligated to tell one such Old Lady off last night. Here’s the deal:
Old Lady near the “stage” (if you’ve ever been to the Tranzac you know why it’s “stage” and not stage).
We play a bit of music to check the levels.
Kristin to audience: “How’s that sound?”
Old Lady: “You’re too loud.”
K: “um, ok.”
OL: “You’ve got to listen while you sing.”
OL: “I know. I am a singer. That’s what you do when you’re a singer.”
Me: “And what do you do if you’re an obnoxious audience member?”
Seriously people: whatever you’re doing; wherever you are; whoever you may be: Before you speak, take a moment to check in all your pockets for a clue. If you don’t find one – if you realize that maybe you don’t have a clue, then just shut the fuck up.
A friend of mine told me that this OL is a lousy poet too.