Wayman Barnes 6.27.01

The Equator Coffeehouse Open Mic, RIP

~ The hostess, Jessica Stone, got things going with a sexy poem about her boyfriend bringing a stranger into their bedroom. The joke was on us though, it turned out she was talking about a TV set. Still, I didn't let that stop me from thinking about all the kinky things one can do with the ol' boob tube in the bedroom.

~The next guy was on my wave length. He sang a song with the refrain, "Sex in the bathroom, sex in the head." This song was very long and went on for most of the night. After a while the words started blending together and I found I was becoming inspired. So I have begun writing a new piece. When you hear me read "Bathroom Sex Head," you'll know where it came from. ~The next lady was absolutely adorable. She sang a song, acappella, called, "Pancake Mornin'." It was about being in love with love. Mmm-hmm.

~Jessica Stone then sang a couple of songs. She had a beautiful voice. Wow.

~Next up was the stage debut of (LitRave's very own) Cindy Bailey. She was wonderful. All kinds of people were coming up to her afterwards to tell her how much her piece meant to them. I was sooo proud (jealous).

~The next woman performed a rousing version of the Marvin Gaye classic "What's Goin' On."

~Neil Aitken performed his poetry next. He did a great job. Afterwards, several women approached him to see where he would be performing next. I was sooo proud (jealous).

~After Neil was a trio of singers led by K-Ki U. They were very mellow and groovy. Perfect for closing a show.

~Unfortunately, I was next. The very kind Jessica Stone gave me the longest, sweetest, hardest-to-follow intro I have ever received in my life. I think the audience was expecting Julia Roberts or Tom Hanks to walk onstage, but instead they got me. To say the least, I wasn't what they expected. Oh well. Maybe next time. What? There won't be a next time? No more Equator Coffeehouse open mics? What will Jessica Stone do now? She was such a great host. Someone give her another venue. Quick! Something. Anything. So she can make us sooo proud (jealous), once again.