All the hard-hitters in the Buffalo music scene go to open mic at Hardware on Monday nights. It's like artistic relevance took a giant dump and it landed smackdab in the middle of Allentown, and then God put Kevin (The Vault, haikus) in charge. No lie, the one time he was just dangling his keys up there. Freight Train, baby. That's the type of shit I'm into. There's also mad other open mics in the area and they're probably really sweet too, but I just ain't got the chance to mosey myself over there.
I'm usually extremely busy.
Last Monday, I come blasting in, and there's the dude from Bourbon and Coffee standing next to Jack Topht standing next to Kevin. I turn the other direction - Space Cubs, Weird Guy. The Tins?! Yeah! I think that's the dude from The Tins. The smooth one!
Can I get a PBR? Maybe this is when it starts breaking down, getting all weird. Rats shooting out of the toilet type shit. This little dude keeps stirring his drink with his finger and I am HIGH.
Suddenly, local genius Fred Polone walks in. Gets on the mic and yells, "I AM BUFFALO!" Does he even live here? Up and coming nonetheless. Talent. Raw. I don't even know if I can talk to this guy. He exudes something. He's reading poetry and he's moving his hands at the same time. I'm into this type of shit as well.
Kevin now roughly nine bottles of wine deep. I'm hammered too though. He's killing it. Fuck it, we're both killing it. Rat shows up and bites the little dudes finger, scurries back into the toilet.
"Artistic Relevance" is a segment written by Well Worn Boot's Plainsman whenever something not previously deemed artistically relevant needs to be deemed artistically relevant.
~ Plainsman
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