Well, there wasn't any poetry at Acquired Taste. A.T. is a reading series meant to highlight literary food writing, which last night featured two fiction writers (including one who was supposed to be a poet, I thought, Mark Brazaitis) and a rock band performing a short rock opera. The rock opera was my favorite part, everyone's skill was tight and they distributed a libretto so you could follow along with the lyrics.
The Band was Tecumseh EQs and the opera was "Bonnie Wipes It All Clean" which was I think about some guy's psychic girlfriend causing the apocalypse. There were some rocking tracks and the lyrics were pretty excellent and dare I say poetic at times:
"I thought it was over. I thought she'd turn herself in.
But she put on her shoes, unplugged the toaster, and just started walking.
She doesn't get tired like me, glad I've got my bike bro.
We spent the night in the office of an ice cream cone factory.
Somehow the old credit card trick really worked. She was holding my hand.
You know how it goes."
-- from [That Tune], 4 tracks in. (Everything was sung faced paced and with varying pitches and levels of enunciation, the libretto helped.)
The set ended with a cover of "Moonage Daydream" which was sped up and lacked the guitar solo and was not as good as Bowie. The opera was cool because the lyrics were less psychadelic than Moonage Daydream, more narrative, but it still managed to capture Bowie's frenetic energy which was pushed through by the the band's hard-line musical effort.
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After Tecumseh EQ wound down me and the other Webb twin biked across half the city to get to Runaway Studios, which was featuring some art by Josh Lopata, in an exhibit titled "Nowhere Specific". "Nowhere Specific" was composed of a series of tribal-imagery, paintings, sculptures, and masks, which featured bright colors Lopata traces back to Doug Mahnke's The Mask. Everything was on sale and was reasonably priced for college students, $10-$40, including some large and ornate pieces. There were so many young and beautiful people there! I networked for an hour before heading to a bar and drinking half a yuengling while talking about girls. --poetryburgh@gmail.com
you should probably check out Lopata's vimeo of stop-motion even though this too is not poetry, poetry in motion maybe? not to stretch the term too thin... lord knows it's hardly credible as is
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