I took the metro all the way to the University of Maryland . The station is way up there on the northern end of the green line:
I made the trip to see the Junkyard Ghost Revival, the touring spoken word supergroup consisting of Anis Mojgani, Buddy Wakefield, Derrick Brown, and a fourth poet who changes every few weeks (it was Cristin O'Keefe that evening). If you don't know their stuff, google it, sit back and enjoy - those guys are the epitome of amazing. They are the bee's knees, the dog's bollocks and the cat's pajamas. Also, Buddy remembered me from Oxford, which was a nice surprise, and hanging out with Anis for the first time since Paris was awesome. Plus, the two of them made me go on stage a read a poem, so now I have officially shared a stage with people who opened for the Rolling Stones and toured with freakin' Sage Francis.
Also met a bunch of great people from the Maryland Uni's poetry circles, took part in a semi-choreographed dance routine to this song blaring from their tour van's speakers, had calzone pizza at a strip mall, and lost a game of pool against Derrick in a dive bar with a wonky jukebox. My American experience is getting more and more genuine.
Pictured - Buddy and Anis at the D.P. Dough pizza place, awaiting nourishment:
I made the trip to see the Junkyard Ghost Revival, the touring spoken word supergroup consisting of Anis Mojgani, Buddy Wakefield, Derrick Brown, and a fourth poet who changes every few weeks (it was Cristin O'Keefe that evening). If you don't know their stuff, google it, sit back and enjoy - those guys are the epitome of amazing. They are the bee's knees, the dog's bollocks and the cat's pajamas. Also, Buddy remembered me from Oxford, which was a nice surprise, and hanging out with Anis for the first time since Paris was awesome. Plus, the two of them made me go on stage a read a poem, so now I have officially shared a stage with people who opened for the Rolling Stones and toured with freakin' Sage Francis.
Also met a bunch of great people from the Maryland Uni's poetry circles, took part in a semi-choreographed dance routine to this song blaring from their tour van's speakers, had calzone pizza at a strip mall, and lost a game of pool against Derrick in a dive bar with a wonky jukebox. My American experience is getting more and more genuine.
Pictured - Buddy and Anis at the D.P. Dough pizza place, awaiting nourishment:
