So I’ve been living in Tucson for over a month and I realized that I need a change of pace from usual law school get togethers. It’s not that I don’t like bar-hopping but the sentimentalist in me looks back to the days of old coffee house rock from my high school days and I had to find somewhere to satisfy my craving.

After about twenty minutes I found the place nestled in just past cherry and speedway. I cam inside and it had the usual artistic flavor of most coffee shops. Its the kind of place where an academic/mucisian/writer/scholar can feel right at home. I ordered a peppermint mocha which the restaurant made by dumping all ingredients into a cup and then steaming the whole product instead of syrup, espresso, milk. It was ok, a little sweet and not much bite but at least the espresso wasn’t burned. With my drink in hand and law books ready I readied myself for an evening of music.

The first singer had good music in terms what what he played on the guitar, but his voice was badly controlled and slightly off pitch. Come to think of that, I think that’s required for coffee house rock. The second person got up to read a poem that he wrote after being in a coma. He says he wrote a letter to himself right before his accident. Commentary to follow:

Not bad I suppose. He talked about how he used to have wahtever he wanted and then had an acacident. He sings a song by “slug atmosphere.” About the same thing happenning every day. Not bad.

I am of the unshakeable conclusion that my fellow artists are sweepingly liberal. Why is this? Who don’t more conservatives try to express their ideas of tradition and form? I know this is not the case but I consistently feel like I stand alone in a society that only allows people to become official “artists” if they have an activist slant. Maybe I can take steps toward changing things. All in all, the open mic was a good experience, one that I’ve missed and I will definitely follow up.