Open... who?

I attended Caffé Lena's open mic night on Thursday --

time out: is it mic? or mike? the debate rages on. You see, to spell it as m-i-c would be a slap in the face to the English language (which, if you ask me would be fair, as the English language constantly slaps its users in the face with ridiculous rules that make very little sense to anyone aside from those who study it and, thus, accept it). M-i-k-e should be the proper spelling, as is so eloquently described by Samuel Bayer, a warrior in what I can only say is the most pointless war since the Iraq one (Yeah, I said it). Many open mic goers prefer m-i-c because it looks right, being that "microphone" is first spelled m-i-c, not m-i-k, and "mic" is short for microphone after all. I tend to side with the m-i-c people, because as ridiculous as this debate is, I need something to blog about. Also, the first time I saw it spelled out, it was spelled m-i-c, not to mention the fact that "Mike" is a dude's name -- or a dudette's, if it is a nickname for Michelle or your parents happen to be those types of parents who would name you "Mike" even if you are a girl -- and thus "mike" should not be used to describe any event that is "open."


-- game on: At this past open mic, I played to a crowd of about seven. It was like the old days at Lena's where the end of the night crowd consisted of the desperate-to-play-even-if-no-one-is-listening-anymore and the half asleep. I enjoy playing at the end sometimes -- it's a relaxed atmosphere. I joked that there was still a "crowd" even if there were only seven people left because "three is a crowd, so..."

Anyway, I played "Passenger" and "Road to Nowhere" and I really don't have anything else to talk about -- not to mention I have to go paint my bedroom -- so...