This event has been going on for a few months at Creative City Centre (1843 Hamilton St.) What usually happens is three or four local musicians are recruited to talk informally about their song-writing process and perform together as part of a song-writing circle. Then later on the floor is opened up to anyone who wants to perform. If that’s of interest to you, you’re requested to please bring your own instrument. There’s a $5 drop-in fee at the door, and the event is licensed in case you need a bit of liquid courage to climb on stage and showcase your chops.
The show gets going at 8 p.m., and tonight’s songwriters are: Marshall Burns (RahRah, The Lonesome Weekends), Cameron Wensel (Black Drink Crier), Carl Johnson (Library Voices) and Devon Floyd (The Lonesome Weekends).
N’er did we think we’d see the day
When art was so abused;
Rank amateurs? Upon the stage?
Fie! We are not amused!
Abused, are ye? Not amused, then, Will?
Thou be’est a juggler of Satan! The blackest of hounds!
You wound me, Nell,
With epithets,
My words you blur and muddy;
I bear no grudge
‘Gainst common men,
T’is just, I long for Cuddy!
Yet, Will; your manner confesses the spring of the serpent, and the shout of a fiend!
Hush, poppet. Be still and hold thy tongue.
Poppet, is it now? Poppet, Will?
Don’t think I am a timid woman and cannot endure things.
Your complexion, dearest, grows to fiery scarlet from its former hue of drab and ash.
Sir, you are possessed of a soul as dark as a cave in Hinnom!
I dare say I’m a joke about the parish.
Your angry hauteur has a liquid spine, sir. Begone!
Why, there it comes again. Turn on the waterworks, woman. T’is just like you!
Thy ‘poppet’ shall not stand for a smidgen more of this pluck and sauciness, Will. Begone, I say. Begone!