Coffee house

So tonight after brief hesitation I finally decided to go check out the open mic at the coffee house.

I showed up late, around 9pmish. Apparently, the sign up sheet went around at 7, and I was a bit too late to have the opportunity to play tonight. I was a little disappointed but at the same time relieved. I wanted to get the general vibe of this place and enjoy musicians playing music because this is what they love.

While yes, the love of music enhanced the oxygen in the room, I had a qualm. These songs weren't originals. They were all covers. I was disappointed that nobody was sharing a part of them. It was all music that may have meant something TO them, but it didn't come FROM them.

It was mostly an older crowd with about 5 people my age, 2 dudes, and 3 girls who tried to cover up the fact that they kept checking me out. Of course, me being my usual reticent self, I hid in the back of the room on a stool watching as each person went up in front of the multifarious pairs of lazy eyes.

During most of the songs, people were talking. I was kind of upset about this, except for the fact that this is a coffee shop. People actually buy coffee instead of listening to music. I felt inspired by the love for music, but insulted for the fact that nobody brought their own material. It's true that unless it's something you do, writing a song is an incredulous task. Writing a song that people can actually listen to is even harder.

But watching this made me decide it's time to take some fucking action. I called the managers who have been dying to put something together for me.

I'm sick of being a nobody. It's time to change this.

I knew it when I was young, I was born to be fucking famous. It's time to become that.