NORTHSLAMPTON is what Northampton should be called. Upon arrival, we were immediately greeted by Mama Kay and Papa Ray, two awesome people we had met at our last show in Amherst, who have since booked us for their WEDDING (cause they’re getting married!). But I digress. Twenty four hours of homemade food, chilling like villains with cats Maya and Emma, some BoJack Horseman, and birthday cake later (it was Rachele’s Bday), we were recharged for our feature at Northampton Mass Poetry Slam.
Mama Kay and Papa Ray (and Calay)
Meet Maya the watch cat. Or should we say the witch cat?
The good vibes at the Northampton Mass Poetry Slam were palpable. Great poems on the open mic, nobody texting on their phones, people respecting the time so everyone had a chance to shine AND they were so down to laugh when we got on stage. Shout out to Craig for letting us be a part of the poetry scene! We even found a place to stay (aka Craig and Alicia’s, the people who run the show).
Slam Up in their natural habitat aka Northampton.
We spent the next couple days walking around the beautiful Smith Campus/trying to find a post office. Saw some carnivorous plants in the greenhouse. Had a double date with Kay and Rachel at Local Burger. Soaked in a hot tub. Worked on some new material!!! Watched a lot of poetry. We went bar hopping and found Victoria B., a lady I had went to high school with. Tis a small, small world. And THEN we had a potluck and a show.
Holy titballs. Our Northampton show was literally one of the most amazing experiences in Slam Up’s short history. Thank you Mim for letting us potluck it up before hand, and Jasmin for spicing it up with us on the mic, and the Deuce for giving us a space, and everyone who came out from near and far (looking at you Brattleboro and Hannah). We actually got a standing ovation. I am pretty sure my jaw dropped to the floor. And then we danced our asses off all night long.
Jasmin spittin’/Northampton sittin’
Emily’s night stand (also a bango). Note the dick satchel on the left, handmade by Jena, which we did tradesies with for a PLB4HF Tank.
It was hard to leave Noho (that’s a thing), but the departure was made easier by Queer Yoga (also a thing) and the fact that we were going to see our Annager and drummer Jarrett that night at SUNY PURCHASE. Thanks Complexuality for turning up! Had such a great time jamming and chilling with y’all. Reliving the college days, if I had been a music major, and not a science nerd.
Anna’s back to take cat selfies with me!!
Had a short stop at home broken up by a great show at Rutgers University, which could have been awkward because we were right next to an unplugged event that was literally just a performance poet who had come all the way from Africa (a little farther than us). But everyone toke it in stride! No mics and all snaps. Who knew- people in New Jersey CAN control their volume ;).
Can’t be home without a cup o’ joe from Mama Judes
Can’t stop in New Brunswick and not get the cheapest Mex food on the block. Thanks Cinco De Mayo for feeding Lez(lie) and Bi(anca).
VIDEOSHOOTZ ohmaygawd. New Orleans host angel Jonathan came to NJ just to be a part of the “Don’t Care What You Say” video (and go to a wedding later but still). Schenectady friends Mike and Amy drove down. Teaneck friends showed up (looking at you Angel and Paul). And our make-up artist/hair stylist Jamie Lowinger. Thanks for shooting Peter! Pizza. Beer. All about them tight shots, but it will definitely look like we were having fun, cause we were!
The next day came too soon. It was weird leaving home again. The Bun Shop show in Bmore was good. We had friends from Utah and study abroad show up! Our speaker fell a couple times, which might have been indicative of our energy levels, but the lovely folks in the audience didn’t seem to mind. Skedaddled to DC and friend Alex Z afterwards, to get a jump start on our trip to Richmond.
"No Booze, No Drugs, and No Macho Bullshit" y’all
Wingnut Anarchist Collective, brainchild of Mo Karnage, was wonderful. Ready for Halloween all months of the year and stocked with great dumpster diving finds. Small and intimate crowd, friends from UVA, and lots of dog-love made us feel warm and fuzzy. Spent the night eating challah with Heather Jaros (that she had made).
^That’s Ms. Rossum’s butt. And this shit is real.
A quick stop at the Montana Gold Bread Co and the Richmond Zine Fest, and we were off to see ROBBIE! The horse behind the third verse in “Good Kind of Love”. We found him easily enough. Got to hug him. But overall it was a negative experience. We ultimately got kicked out of the barn because they felt uncomfortable with us being there by ourselves. Too many hugs might hurt him? Couldn’t help but think about Maya Angelou’s quote, people remember how you make them feel. I’ve been so used to being welcomed wholeheartedly, that this instance took me off guard. Hopefully next time will be different.
And it’s true.. a little time is better than no time.
Mo and the rainbow disco ball!
We made it to Carrboro in time for a potluck and a house show with Alex Hounshell. Best southern show yet. Nothing like some good food and beer to get people to laugh. Went out dancing after, who knew- Carrboro is definitely a “Need My Labels” situation.
How we feel about garlic cheddar bread on the road.
Day off cooking food and having great convos and watching chick flicks. Took a day trip to Greensboro. Tate Street Coffee House was AMAZING. I got a cold which was a bummer but I could still mostly taste the delicious coffee they served. Thanks Ashley Lumpkin and PoetShe for sharing the night with us. BEST RECEPTION of XXXmas seXXX yet!!! The crowd starting singing along. We couldn’t ask for more.
Tonight Wilmington, and then off to South Cackalacki to see what’s poppin’ down in the deep south.
peace/love/bizcuts (and gravy),
P.S. If you gotta barf, barf rainbow :)