Saturday, March 30, 2013
But then I did something uncomfortable, and I found art.
One of my besties was performing with his brother at an art show in Sugarhouse. The two of them play guitar, and they play well, and there was a bunch of other things going on at the same show. An improv thing, a kid I went to High School with was also playing guitar, and 2 slam poets. I was nervous to go, because it was a small venue, the kind where you can't just blend in, but I wanted to support said bestie, because that's what besties do. So I went.
The guitar and beatboxing thing I walked in on immediately made me happy. It was great music with a quirky twist, two things I love. Then some improv, which is always a good time. Then the bestie and bro and their guitars singing a song that contained the lyrics "It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again". You know, romantic stuff. I sang along to their Simon and Garfunkel cover, and then there was intermission.
Then it happened. My first experience with slam poetry. I had this image of poets looking wistfully up into the proverbial sky whilst spewing forth romantic soliloquies of lovers gone by.
Holy crap was I wrong. This guy was offensive, and disgusting, and foul and said exactly what I was thinking!!! It was like his words were pulled from my brain and fell from his mouth in a way only he could express because I am too timid. Yes, I said it, I am too timid. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't only offensive and disgusting and foul, he was also hilarious and genuine. But I haven't been moved by words like that since, well, ever.
This was a Friday night. By Monday I was still thinking about it. Tuesday I was looking it up online. Wednesday I made plans to attend another poetry slam, and Monday I stayed out way too late on a work night because I couldn't tear myself away from hearing what they had to say.
I guess that's what art is supposed to do. Move your soul. Resonate in you until you want it to be part of you. Art makes you think Art makes you uncomfortable. Art shows outwardly what you can only feel inwardly.
And I found it.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
So much of me has changed. Divorce is hard. Coming out is hard. But life is good. And I guess like everything else, this blog shows the good, the bad, and the very very ugly. I've never been one to hold anything back when it comes to my blog, and I guess it shouldn't change now, right? I mean, if anyone was easily offended, they would have been long gone from reading this blog by now, right? Right.
So although I've missed blogging, I'm glad I've had a break to rediscover what I want to share and how I want to share it. It's still scary though. Frightening, in fact.