After hitting up Bob's Southern Bistro for some good food, we strolled around the corner to find a large group of people waiting to get into the Piano Factory for last night's BlackOut performance. If you don't know about BlackOut Boston, it is part of a larger organization called the Blackout Arts Collective. They've been doing the damn thing for a while now and I have attended and participated in the past. Well somehow, there ended up being a room scheduling mix-up, but my girl Nuri took it in stride and we got real grass-roots with it and took the fifty-plus people with us as we walked two blacks down the street to Carter Park.
Well, let's just say that things have a way of working out as they do for a reason. The vibe was great. They crowd was feeling the setting. And drew an even more diverse crowd of ball players, old-school tennis cats, random joggers, tired students, and disgruntled street lurkers (and loud and obnoxious at that!). So anyways, as usual, I neglected to come prepared. I just planned on attending and enjoying the vibes, but of course Nuri coerced me into jacking her moms for a pen and I ended up scribbling some words down on my stack of blue post-it notes. It was a good thing I did, because one of my favorite performers and good friend, Big Brother Sadi, came through and you know how Sadi gets down! So I did my little piece to a decent reception and Sadi blazed the (non-existent mic) as usual. Plus, I finally got to see my homegirl Toya for the first time in a few months and I learn for the first time that another friend, NancyC, is a big-time Boot Camp Clik junkie. We've eloped just before midnight! (let it marinate). So maybe I'll find some time to type up what I wrote as I leaned against the fence sometime this weekend and share it with you all. It sure did feel good to get a response from the crowd though...
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