A while back, we discovered a local coffee shop that has an Open Mic Night—City Espresso over on Blossom Hill Road in San Jose. Kris and Amanda and I drop in for coffee once in a while (and for the outrageously nummy ginger cookies), but though we talked about it for over a year, Jeff and I just never got up the gumption to go.
Well, last Friday night, we did it. We got there early and dropped our name in the jar, but because the jar was never stirred, really, our names came out in the reverse order they went in. We were dead last and ended up sharing a set with young man who shared a name with our son, Alex, and who also played a Taylor guitar and wrote very good songs.
We played “High Desert” and it was very well received. (They like us! They really like us!) Ergo, we have already discussed doing it again this week. The people were so friendly, it was almost like being at a filk concert. In fact, some of the music even had that certain je ne sais quoi. That certain, indefinable something I like to think of as filkishness.
So, I’m thinking, why the heck not?