Welcome to The Asylum! There are different types of asylum. When your country's government is trying to exterminate you like a bug just because you don't agree with the official ideology, you defect and ask for political asylum. When you are "missing a brick in your wall," they send you to a different type of asylum. And when you are koo-koo over some dope spoken word, you go to Sekou's asylum.
Now, in keeping with that old adage about going to the mountain, and since Pomona wouldn't come to him, Sekou (Tha Misfit) went to Pomona and opened his asylum in front of A MIC AND under some DIM LIGHTS last night. Yes, yes, for all of you matter-of-factly people, Sekou was the featured poet at the weekly poetry happening at the Millennia Lounge. However, before we were allowed to enter the asylum, we had to warm up to eight open mic readers. First Besskepp, the gracious host of the show, got himself into "Trouble" by forgetting his lines about trouble. Four more poets followed, and then Bear confessed about his search for love saying, "When I find you with my eyes closed, I want to be able to read you like Braille." (Is that a dope line or what?!?) Three poets later, we were ready to knock on the asylum door. The MC opened the door and started us on a tour of sanitarium rooms. In the second room, a spiritual Koo-Koo was having a rather heated argument with God. In the third room, shouting could be heard: "I hate beige Jeep Grand Cherokees!" And then, since it was already early morning, he wished "Good morning, pain." In the next room, a socially conscious Koo-Koo urged us to "one brother show two brother, show three brother, show four brother, show more brother ... that's the only way we can grow, brother ... I'll tell you all you need to know, brother ... One sister show two sister, show three sister, show four sister, show more sister ... that's the only way we can grow, sister..." We closed that door quite satisfied, repeating for ourselves, "one brother show two brother..." when someone completely unexpected jumped in front of us: Uncle Four-Lips. Now ladies, you know Uncle Four-Lips, don't you?!? And if you don't, you'd better pray you meet him in this lifetime! To round out the Koo-Koo sanitarium tour, the MC returned rapping over a nice beat, and our heads were left spinning like a turntable. Not even the last three open mic readers could bring us back from the asylum. We were positively koo-koo over Ga-Ga, or should I say, we were positively ga-ga over Koo-Koo. So, if you hear Sekou Tha Misfit is featuring somewhere in town, make sure to go see him. You won't be sorry. The only thing that can happen is that you voluntarily join the asylum. Koo-koo!!!!
Also, when you get a chance, go say 'hello' to Besskepp some Friday night, grab the (open) mic, and poeticize under the dim lights. I bet you'll like it!
A Mic and Dim Lights
at the Millennia Lounge
121 W. 2nd Street (2nd and Garey)
Pomona
Fridays, from 10 p.m. until whenever
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