Here’s a semi-secret about open mics: you almost never find them in the bougie part of town. My open-mic-tourist’s assumption…
One of my favorite metaphors for open mic is that it’s the Swiss Army knife of entertainment. If that’s true…
The more open mics I go to, the more I realize how much the show’s personality is defined by the…
A while back I compiled some advice for aspiring hosts and organizers about how to name an open mic show.…
In a part of Providence called Mount Hope, at the bus stop where 3rd Street tees into HWY 1, there’s…
After two and a half years, America’s only open mic tourist (that’s me) once again sallied beyond the borders of…
For a flatlander like myself, New England is kinda…well…confusing. As in easy-to-get-lost confusing. As in bring-a-roll-of-thread, keep-an-eye-out-for-Jared-the-goblin-king confusing. It’s hilly,…
A couple years back, when I found the Riff Raff Arts Collective in Princeton, WV (pop: 5,822), it was hands…
Think of a thing you love doing. Sailing, maybe. Or knitting. Or bird watching or baking or basketball. Whatever. Now…
I’ve said it before and I’ll surely say it again: Open mics are ephemeral. What happens there—whether there is Seattle…