So. I just barely performed at an open mic night here in town. It was one of my summer goals.
I did alright.
Open mic night in Cedar City is a little bit weird. Like, the kind of weird when burning sandlewood is passed around the room so you can inhale in an effort to "experience the music more completely."
Or the kind of weird when you're asked to come up on stage and do impromptu percussion for a saxophone player.
Or the kind of weird when a guitarist brings up tiny Book of Mormon action figures and makes up an alien song on the spot, which he insists is "inspired" by them.
You probably get my drift.
In other news, I've taken it upon myself to become the town's paparazzi.
Here is a tiny sample of my findings, thus far:
And, you're probably next.