You better believe I shook my groove thang in an unhinged manner my groove thang found disturbingly liberating (but almost regretted the next morning when unable to feel itself).
It was one of those strangely surreal evenings, where the crowd is small but engaged and your words just kind of seem to soak into the walls around you as soon as they exit your mouth. One of those quiet, still evenings when the music moves you and you wonder why you don't do this more often.
What I most love about the Roarhouse gigs is that the outfit is acutely aware of the environment in which a lot of the artist community resides. Particularly with spoken word in Melbourne, it’s sometimes easy to take stage opportunities for granted. Roarhouse manages to attract an eclectic mix of seasoned performers and first-timers in an always supportive environment, encouraging those from disadvantaged and marginalised communities to come together and story-tell in any way they can. And man, can they.
At Wednesday’s Espy gig, MC Sam Robb was an able first-timer, and for the first time, I heard elusive Melbourne poet Travis O’Shea in a full set – finishing with that famous unintentionally hilarious ‘found’ Emo Poem he picked up outside Flinders Street station one day which has been doing the spoken word rounds (starts something like: one cut, two cut, three, cut four, I don’t want to be alive anymore…you get the general gist).
So nice to usher out 2008 roaring down the house.