Status: Single
City: Lekwungen Territory [Victoria]
State: British Columbia
Country: CA
Signup Date: 12/2/2005
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Monday, July 13, 2009
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Ottawa
We left Montreal in a bit of a daze, having been hyper-stimulated
by the Book Fair and all its surrounding excitement. Testament hooked
up a ride from Montreal to Ottawa on Tues night, while the Wordsmiths
& Illogik hopped on a bus the next afternoon. We emerged from the
bus depot and walked a few short blocks to The Poop Deck @ 214, home to our friends Christina & Justin of The Rough Sea (and others), and our temporary abode for the next couple of evenings. Our first Ottawa show was at Exile Books,
a local infoshop that the Wordsmiths had visited previously on our
Begging For Change tour in 2007. Since we had last visited, Exile had
relocated to another, larger space in the same commercial complex, and
we were pleased to see that the local community was keeping the
infoshop alive & well.
For our Exile show we teamed up with local hiphop crew Cryptic Mystikz,
who threw down a high-energy set, exhibiting rapid-fire lyrical talent,
and dropping tracks like "triple6politiks", which discusses
conspiracies, corporate control & Freemasonry, and "swan," a song
about Shadow Warriors who use ninjitsu & parkour as tools to fight
oppression. The combination of (emcee) Mage's energetic stage presence & machinegun lyricism set atop (DJ) BASSMONK's intricate
beats had the crowd riled up & excited. This excitement continued
as Testament & Illogik took the stage for a combined set that kept
the vibe alive, followed by the Wordsmiths. This was a great show;
there was a tangible feeling of support from the community, and we were
thrilled to connect with the Cryptic Mystikz, as we thoroughly enjoyed
their music.
The next night was a house show at the Poop Deck, featuring our
!Forbidden Texts! posse, as well as The Rough Sea and their roomies.
The evening began with a charming acoustic folk set by Katie &
Natala, who got everyone warmed up and ready to head out to the
backyard for some campfire tunes. The Rough Sea led us all outside
& thrilled us with their throaty, whimsical folk/punk songs
incorporating guitar, mandolin, banjo & kazoo, and sang of dancing
with spirits & lost souls in the night. There was a good
contingent of rowdy, inebriated punk folk present; they were thoroughly
enjoying themselves, and continued to do so throughout the !Forbidden
Texts! segment of the evening. We had everyone gathered close in a
circle around us and did our thing off-mic at the top of our lungs -- a
tactic that had become quite routine by this point. As usual, "Police
State," "Chocolate Dumpster," and other songs turned out to be crowd
favorites, and had people singing along enthusiastically. We have been
performing these tracks with TESTAMENT for a while now, so of course he
joined us again. All in all,
another successful show to add to the growing list. Once things had
wrapped up and people had cleared out, we cleared space for
ourselves on the living room floor and let sleep take its toll.
The next day we were up and off to Belleville, ON, a smallish community between Ottawa & Toronto. TESTAMENT had connected us with the people from Organic Underground,
a local organic cafe and community space, and they had invited us to
come play a show on our way by. We arrived in the afternoon
and were immediately impressed by the space, which was large and filled
with organic, fairly-traded products of various sorts, the walls
adorned with photography & paintings by local artists. We were
joined by a couple of local bands, comprised of high school students
who played enthusiastic cover songs by bands like Modest Mouse and
Arcade Fire. Our roster followed, and proceeded to push the house PA
to its limits. There was a humble contingent of local youth present
for the show, a good number of whom seemed to be enjoying themselves,
though there were a few who seemed a bit put off by our set. (ha, ain't that the life of challenging status quo.) This one
turned out pretty well for a show with a smaller audience; many of
those present expressed their enjoyment, and we appear to have made
some new fans. Our hosts at the venue were very, very supportive &
appreciative, putting us up for the night in the back room, and
inviting us to return at any time.
The next afternoon we got a ride into Kingston with a friend from Organic Underground who dropped us off at the AKA Autonomous Social Centre,
the venue for our gig that evening. AKA is an infoshop/venue/living
space run by a small collective -- they had helped us put the show
together and were excited for a big evening, having shelled out $$ to
rent a PA and purchase a liquor licence for the event. Well... it
turns out that only about four people other than our !Forbidden Texts!
posse and our hosts at AKA came out for the show. We rocked the mic
regardless of the small turnout, hamming it up for those present and
keeping good spirits despite the unfortunate circumstances. As luck
would have it, our exuberance attracted the attention of some passersby
-- unfortunately they happened to be bylaw officers. One of the BOs
had a bee in her bonnet, and threatened to call the (real) cops to come
'raid the place'. We were finished performing by this point, so we just
chuckled to ourselves and packed up all our gear, then went upstairs to
enjoy a quiet evening spent getting to better know our hosts.
The next stop on our tour was Peterborough. We were
excited to return and visit our friend and comrade Dragon, who toured
across Canada with the Outspoken Wordsmiths in 2006. We were also
thrilled to get to see a number of other familiar faces, and rolled
into the Aylmer house on Sunday afternoon to attend a Food Not Bombs
BBQ/gathering. There were about 20 people in attendance, enjoying the
elaborate spread of vegetarian fare, including two equally delicious
varieties of vegan burgers (oh, they we're soo good!) Once we had thoroughly enjoyed the food
and let our bellies settle for a few moments, we took to the center of
the back yard and did a short off-mic performance for the people
gathered. We didn't have much time to linger as we had another
performance in a couple of hours, so we invited everyone to join us at
Dragon's house for a housewarming party.
We arrived at the Bethune House just in time to help set up for the
party. DJ WHO brought over their PA system and DJ gear,
and we transformed the living room into a stage/dance floor. The
evening began with tunes spinning and the room packed with smiling
faces and dancing bodies. There was lot of freestyling that going on
and jamming alongside the turntables with a guitar and bass. We felt
the house getting warmer, and when
the moment was right we stepped to the mics. Testament and Illogik
began the live performance segment of the evening, getting the crowd
worked up into a frenzy, and the Outspoken Wordsmiths followed up. The
energy was big and warm and contagious. It felt great to come back to
a town we had visited, and to share new material with old friends. The
night ended with an extended jam/freestyle session that stretched into
the wee hours and elicited many laughs from those still awake.
We had an extra day to spend in Peterborough, and we took advantage
of the opportunity to go for a walk through some of the local
greenspace, and to take a dip in the Otonabee river. As luck would
have it, our FNB friends were headed to Toronto on the same afternoon
as us, and we crammed into the back of their car for a squishy ride to
our next destination. THANKS!!
TORONTO
It was somewhat of a relief to pull into
Toronto, as we all had friends and roots of sorts in the city. Our
first gig in Toronto was at a little venue called 751, an
adjunct to a downtown sportsbar. The space for our show was in the
basement of the sportsbar, right past the restrooms. While we were in
a bit of an out of the way space, the circumstance worked to our
advantage as many people who came downstairs from the bar to use the
washroom were attracted by our commotion and ended up joining our show.
The venue had a healthy little sound system, which lent some extra
juice to our already energetic performance. TESTAMENT and illogik were on point this night! Plus, a good number of our local
friends came out to show their support, as well as a surprise
contingent of Testament's friends and fans from London. We had the
little venue packed, and made a lot of big noise that had the people
jumping and singing along. This gig went unexpectedly well, and we
were happy to put on a quality, high-energy show.
The next day was Friday, and we were slated to head to play a show at The Piazza,
a smaller bar on Vaughan Rd (one of Toronto's "tougher"
neighbourhoods). The event was the Hood 2 Hood CD release show, hosted
by local emcee Wassun. We showed up to the venue unsure how the evening
would unfold. The sound setup was a modified Karaoke system, plugged
into a glitchy house speaker system. We had very little control over
the sound, and the microphones continually came unplugged, causing for
some humorous, if not difficult moments. We had arrived quite early to
"sound check", and it took quite a while for the show to get rolling.
Eventually, we got up and did our thing for a small group of seemingly
disinterested people. The whole gig seemed a bit haphazard, and we
were relieved to pack up our things and make our way back home.
The next day was a busy one, as we had an afternoon gig in Toronto,
followed by an evening performance in Hamilton. We had been invited to
participate in Connecting The Dot, an event aimed at promoting
youth expression and raising funds for local youth centres. This event
took place at the plaza in the middle of the Dufferin Mall, directly
outside the Wallmart entrance. We were rather amused by the
circumstances that placed us in such a position, and made sure to
gesture appropriately at the corporate giant's edifice while singing
Testament's "Question War" which begins with the lyrics "Wallmart makes
all of the profits / keeping kids around the world starved and
impoverished / they work all day for a dollar, make all of the products
/ that we buy to toss in the garbage." We shared the stage with an
extended showcase of local youth, who did everything from choreographed
dance numbers, to hiphop acts, to gospel songs, and even one young
woman who lipsynched a couple of 90s-era Nirvana & Smashing
Pumpkins songs. At one point prior to our performance the MC asked for
a volunteer from the audience to get up and beatbox, and Blank Space
jumped onstage and proceeded to wow the crowd. They were instantly
receptive when we began our set, and we left the event feeling like
we'd made a positive impression on those in attendance.
We scampered from the mall to the bus station and caught the GO bus to Hamilton, then hoofed it through the rain to the Skydragon Cafe,
where our evening's event was to take place. Unfortunately, this show
turned out to be a non-event. There were a few cafe customers who,
happened to be around, (and one great person that came out just for us!) so we put on a short show for those present,
then packed up our gear and hustled to get the last bus back to Toronto.
The next day was Pedestrian Sunday in Kensington Market,
a car-free day in the market during which artists are encouraged to
table their wares on the sidewalk. We went out early to stake out a
good spot (across from the Patty King and Roach O Rama) on Baldwin St.
Testament had his Empowerment Infoshop setup, and we had our National
Microphone Association gear spread out on a large sheet. We were set
up next to our friends Shawn & Allison -- who were selling
embroidered patches, and silver and leather jewelry -- and we enjoyed
an afternoon in the sun, engaging the passersby and selling an
agreeable quantity of our books, patches, CDs, etc.
Our next gig was on Tuesday in London at Testament's house, AKA Empowerment Infoshop.
This was the first time either of the Wordsmiths had visited
Empowerment, which had attained near-legendary status by way of scores
of stories told by Testament . A large house on Queens Ave,
Empowerment is recognizable by a large illuminated sign hanging over
the front porch. On the main floor is a kitchen, and a large living
room-like area that doubles as an infoshop, with walls covered in
radical literature and posters. Upstairs is a bathroom (whose
shower/bath area is currently being fitted with a DIY tile mosaic) and
several bedrooms, and out back is a large garden and a 3-car garage
that hosts a bike workshop as well as a glassblowing setup. The
basement, an unfinished affair, serves as a performance area for the
live shows Empowerment hosts regularly.
We were excited to play a show with Leper and Mutiny,
as we had seen them recently in Montreal, and have always enjoyed their
extreme intensity and solid convictions. There was a good contingent
of local youth in attendance, and the evening started with locals Plutrocraplyse Now,
who kicked things off with loudness and verve. Leper and Mutiny played
next, with the intention that the loudest acts would be finished before
the noise curfew came into effect. They blew the crowd away, as
expected, and the basement was transformed into a sweaty mass of
heaving bodies. We pounced on this momentum and grabbed the mics
before people could drift away for a smoke break. Testament and
Illogik teamed up for a duo set and rocked out a set of crowd
favorites, including "Fuck the System," "Turtle Island," "Who Are You?"
& "Freedom Song". Next was a cross-over block featuring the
Wordsmiths and Testament, and more favorites, such as "Police State,"
"Paint Bombs / 3 Blind Pigs," & "Love and Rage." The crowd was
pretty fired up by this time, and the Wordsmiths kept the energy high.
Afterward we all piled into the back yard to cool off and congratulate
ourselves on a successful show.
The next day we were slated to meet up for a BBQ with some of Testaments friends from London's local War Resisters
movement. This was to be another private, off-mic performance for a
small group. Our host Wendy welcomed us warmly upon our arrival and
let us know how excited their group was to receive a private
performance. The evening was to be a combination BBQ/social, as well
as a brief meeting to be followed by our performance. The dining room
table was covered in various delicious dishes, and we all heaped our
plates before heading outside to enjoy the evening's warmth. We sat
and observed their meeting while enjoying our dinners, then we all
filed back inside to the living room so that we could show the folks
what we do best. Illogik had returned to Toronto earlier in the
afternoon, so our crew now consisted of the Wordsmiths and Testament,
and the three of us joined our voices together to fill Wendy's living
room with the sounds of our poetic dissent. This was another warm,
intimate performance, with about a dozen or so of the War Resisters
group in attendance, listening intently and showing their support by
way of focused, smiling faces and nodding heads. We were mellowed out
by the time things wrapped up, and we sat and chatted into the
evening as the crowd dwindled. We felt very appreciated and loved, and
were invited to return any time we came through London.
Next stop was Hamilton for their 2nd annual Anarchist Book
Fair. We had a couple of days of downtime before the book fair, and we
took advantage of these before convening in Hamilton for the big
event. The Book Fair was being held in a local high school, with the
main tabling area situated in the cafeteria. Testament brought
virtually all of Empowerment's stock to the book fair in the infoshop's
recently-acquired travel van and set up a huge display. We had our
National Microphone Association table set up and ready to rock, and
spent the day running the table and reconnecting with friends we hadn't
seen in a year or more. The weather was warm and sunny, and there were
scores of people in attendance, with a great big old line forming in
front of the Food Not Bombs serving. We moved a bunch of CDs, patches
and zines, made some trades and found some new friends (we now have
re-usable menstraul pads for those interested!). Next thing we
knew it was time to pack up our things and head over to the Skydragon
Cafe for the Book Fair afterparty.
We were thankful to see that the Skydragon was packed upon
our arrival (unlike our previous visit) and proceeded to sound check
and set up our merch. The night began with an acoustic duo, and was
followed by Lee Reed, Hamilton's "Insurgent Laureate", best known as the vocalist for Warsawpack,
who wowed us with his insightful & articulate hiphop lyricism,
delivered in a relaxed, almost off-hand manner. Testament and Illogik
followed, giving another of their incredible tag-team performances that
had the audience eating out of their hands. The Wordsmiths were to
perform next, and we invited our Torontonian friend and renowned slam
poet White Noise Machine to the stage to work his magic for a
few minutes before we took the stage. We jumped on the mics as the
crowd was still cheering for White Noise Machine, and launched right
into our first piece of the night, "You Just Can't Ignore It
(Systematic Violence)." Testament joined us midway through our set for
"Police State," "Paint Bombs / 3 Blind Pigs," and "Love and Rage," and
we finished our set with "Chocolate Dumpster," which again proved to be
a real crowd-pleaser. Everyone was all smiles by the end of the
evening, and we were excited to connect with Lee Reed and discover yet
another ally.
The next day was the Sarnia Artwalk. Testament had landed
us a hook-up to table and perform, so we loaded into the Empowerment
info-van and embarked on an early-morning drive, accompanied by our
good friend Allison, founder of Paper Snake jewelery
creations, who would be tabling her unique, hand-made jewelery items
alongside us. We arrived to find Sarnia's main street blocked off and
lined with tents filled with all sorts of visual arts, crafts, and
various other types of independent artistry. We set up our tables near
the music stage, and had time for a quick soundcheck before our
performance was to begin. We were only allocated a short time to
perform, so we did a combined set with Testament and rocked it for
those within earshot. It was quite early in the day (before noon), so
there weren't too many people gathered to take in the music, but there
were a few young boys in the front row who were unable to contain their
excitement, so we felt like it was well worth the effort. After our
performance we set up shop at our tables, beside our friend Allison,
who and began to engage with the passersby. Blank Space ran about the
artwalk like a man possessed, making trades with many a vendor and
ending up with a treasure trove of gifts to send to the folks back
home. We all fared quite well at the art walk. When the day was
finished, we went kitty-corner from our tabling location and visited
the owner of a local art gallery, who quickly befriended us. After
visiting for a while it was time to return to London for some rest and
relaxation.
We found ourselves with a couple of days down time, and were happy to take advantage of them. Our next gig was to be our final Toronto show of the tour, we'd return quickly for an intimate gathering the Mud House,
home to a number of our friends. This show took place on a rainy
Thursday evening. It was originally intended to be a backyard
campfire/BBQ affair, but the weather prompted us to transform it into a
living room performance. Despite the crumby weather there was still a
respectable turnout, and the folks gathered seemed to thoroughly enjoy
the Outspoken Wordsmiths' beatbox antics. Testament was feeling a tad
under the weather, and suggested he would be unable to perform.
However, when we prompted the crowd to express their enthusiam,
Testament was unable to refuse their request, and ended up delivering a
top notch performance. We said our farewells to our Toronto family,
then prepared to depart for our next show in Guelph.
Our good friend & talented songstress Kelly Rose helped us to set up our Guelph show, which took place at Ed Video,
a video-based arts education/resoure centre. We were excited far in
advance for this show, as we were told that Peterborough's legendary
gender-bends All Girl Band would be on the bill, alongside their sideshow Big Pussy
(unfortunately, BP was a no-show, but the night carried on
regardless). The night began with All Girl Band, who thrilled us with
covers of gender-fucking classics
such as "Lola", as well as AGB originals such as "Call My Cunt a Cunt"
and
other even more charming numbers, made all the more enjoyable by
band-member Mark's musical accompaniment on the bench grinder (he
humped a crotch-mounted tin can against the grinder, creating music and
sparks...
perhaps you had to be there). The crowd was all whipped up and ready
for Kelly Rose, whose haunting vocals held us captive. The Outspoken
Wordsmiths (in drag!) followed, and kicked some ass as two beatboxing
bearded womyn. The people were loving it, and were ripe and ready for
Testament & Illogik's follow up set. They, of course, kept the
momentum and took the night to its glorious conclusion. From there we
followed our friends to their house where there was a campfire
aburnin', and visited with the folk before crashing for the night in a
giant greenhouse.
The next day was a long drive in the Empowerment van to Windsor for our gig at the Chubby Pickle Rock n Roll Saloon, a local bar that hosts a variety of live music acts. We had connected with EM-C from Minced Meat Radio,
a local promoter with a solid reputation for putting on quality hiphop
events. This was a stacked bill, with a selection of hiphop artists
from Windsor, Detroit, Ann Arbor and beyond, including Emcee Khary "Wae" Frazier (Detroit), Windsor's local hiphop super-group Academy,
local Emcees Mass, Lyrical Bliss, and Marcus Flow, with DJ Don Valley
holding it down on the ones and twos. Our !Forbidden Texts! posse went
up in the middle of the show and rocked the huge house system, earning
instant kudos from the crowd. This wasn't the most heavily-attended of
shows, but was great nonetheless. We were satisfied by the end of the
night, and retired to EM-C's abode for the evening.
We had the next day "off," so we took the opportunity to do a wee
bit of exploring around Windsor, and enjoyed spending a sunny afternoon
hanging out with EM-C and friends before returning to London for a
brief stopover before our show the following night in Kingston. Testament had hooked us up with some friends of his from Kingston, who had recently opened The Space,
a small multi-use space intended to serve as a local meeting-space,
all-ages venue, infoshop, etc. We arrived to find the large multi-unit
warehouse complex that contained The Space and a variety of other
businesses and commercial enterprises. Our hosts welcomed us into the
venue, an area approx 5x12 metres, recently renovated and replete with
sawdust and drywall particles.
This was the venue's first show, so we were excited to get to
participate in such a momentus occasion. Unlike the majority of our
other shows, this time it was just our !Forbidden Texts! line-up (for
those with poor memories, that's The Outspoken Wordsmiths, Testament
& Illogik) with no other local acts to back us up, so we got all
set up and sound-checked (big thanks to locals who provided the PA and
helped run the board!) then launched into our sets. There was a modest
crowd of local youth who came out for the show, but most seemed more
interested in smoking outside or engaging in drunken drama than paying
attention to the show. Regardless, we gave it hard and connected with
the few in attendance who were focused on the performance. We had an
issue with some officers of the law, who rolled by and let us know
there had been several noise complaints from the neighbours.
Thankfully, we had a soft-spoken ambasador who pacified the cops and
ensured the noise stayed inside, and we were able to finish the show
without any extra complications. It was late by the time things were
all wrapped up, and we piled back into the van for a moonlit return
trip to London.
Our final London show was to be a biggie, at least
symbolically. This was to be the final show of the eastern leg of our
tour; it signified two and a half months on the road for the Outspoken
Wordsmiths, and would be our final gig with Testament and Illogik. We
had been anticipating this show for weeks at this point, and were
excited to get to the venue and sort things out.
The East Village Arts Coop
(EVAC) is "a grassroots community project which exists to provide
shared space and resources to local emerging artists." From the
street, the space appears to be a quaint boutique of sorts, with
side-by-side window displays and a gallery-esque area immediately
inside the front entrance. Continuing deeper into the bowels of the
building we found ourselves in a large back room, carpeted in
mismatched scraps and furnished with an array of scavenged furniture.
A local DJ by the name of Charlie helped us put together a sound system
for the night, and provided ambiance while we prepared to begin our
show. Another local friend, alt-hiphop maven Thesis Sahib
(we bumped into him in Portland, Maine, remember?) graciously accepted
our invite to join our show, and kicked off the night with his unique
and kinetic style. Bounding about the stage like a playful ocelot,
Thesis spat out a virtually endless series of off-kilter rhymes that
held us fixed in place with duncelike smiles afixed on our faces. We
were saddened when the end of Thesis' set came about, but were excited
to take the stage for our last big show with the entire !Forbidden
Texts! line-up. The Outspoken Wordsmiths went up next, testing the
limits of the dusty speakers and making sure to have a lot of fun.
Testament joined us for "Police State," "Paint Bombs/3 Blind Pigs,"
"Love and Rage," and "Chocolate Dumpster," then continued to do a
combined set with Illogik. They took the show home once again, leaving
the audience cheering for more.
This show signified a huge culmination of planning, preparation,
follow-through, hard work & perserverance, and we were thrilled to
take the opportunity to celebrate and unwind once it was all said and
done with. We returned to Empowerment and cracked a few cold ones, and smoked two for Mina (big bl*^ts!) in
ritualistic fashion, trading stories and jokes until it was time to
melt into sleep.
And thus we come to the end of this chapter. Tune in for Winnipeg shenanagins and the details of the western leg of our tour as they develop. Lots of love to all of our friends, family, fans and supporters.
<3 The Outspoken Wordsmiths (Blank Space & strong.cottonwoods) theoutspokenwordsmiths@gmail...com
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Monday, June 01, 2009
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And the journey continues!
Halifax Continuing north-east from Portland, we jettisoned out of the United States and into the familiar and strangely comforting arms of a beer-less convenience store lying in wait on the Canadian side of the bus route. We tried the local nachos (not too shabby) & stocked up on bus-snacks (hand-picked New Brunswick dulse [delicious seaweed] & potato chips) before reboarding. While on the bus en route to Halifax we met Steph, a teacher's assistant at John Martin Junior High in Dartmouth (a 'tougher' neighborhood north of Halifax); when we told her what we were up to she suggested that we come perform for her students. She thought they would be receptive to our message, and we agreed that it was a good idea.
Next thing we knew we were semi-lost on our way to the school, then in the middle of the gym in the midst of a group of about 40 junior high students, aged 11-15. Once again it was The Outspoken Wordsmiths together with Testament, and we performed a mixed set tailored to our youth audience (no swear words, please). We performed for about 45 minutes in the center of the gym / auditorium for two grade 7 classes, no mics, them sitting, us standing. We asked a few questions between each piece, and brought up touchy topics like workering class struggle, and the class system in general, questioning authority, systemic violence, diy food security, spoiling your ballot as getting your voice heard, sexism in hip hop n abroad, and diy mentrual cups. Then we ended with a question & answer session, before a second set of students replaced the first and we gave another performance/q & a session. The students were exceptionally receptive, making insightful comments and asking intelligent questions which indicated a real engagement with the ideas we'd presented. We were asked to return the next day, and we did, this time to perform in a classroom to about 30 students. We performed a set similar to the one we'd done the day prior, and received another positive reception. Right before we were about to finish our set the fire alarm went off and we all had to shuffle outside & evacuate the premises. We took this as another opportunity to perform and kicked a couple of pieces for those assembled out on the field. The students took to our work with great enthusiasm. They especially enjoyed Testament's "This is Why I'm Not," which had many singing along & grinning. This was a five-star experience for sure! We left with bake-sales snacks in our tummies and returned to our home in Lower Sackville (30 min outside Halifax); Murray Beach, home to the family of Blank Space.
After a couple of days of down-time (Damn you Nintendo Wii!) we were ready to begin the next leg of our tour, a busy stretch indeed. On Saturday we had an afternoon gig at the Good Food Emporium, a Halifaxian food joint with some tasty vegan options (molasses baked beans) & incredible fish-cakes. We joined with Testament to kick an energetic off-mic set for the hungry patrons, then sat down to enjoy a delicious meal before heading off for our evening performance at the Woosley Farm. Thanks Jasmine for lining us up with that. The Woosley Farm is an anarchist traveler punk house that has been a fixture in the Halifax scene for several years. We were saddened to hear about recent issues with the landlord that suggested the Farm might not live on much longer, but were determined to rock their living room hard while we still had the chance. The bill for the evening featured our friends from The Rough Sea, along with Woosely hosts Reverend Doncaster & Mogli. The Reverend started the evening with some exuberant & hilarious riot-folk offerings that brought smiles to our faces. He was followed by Mogli, who played a mournful accordion & sang beautiful heart-rending tunes. The Rough Sea took the stage next, and had the living room packed with smiling punks who ingested their folk/punk offerings with gusto and sang/shouted along heartily at all the appropriate moments. Next up was the Wordsmiths with Testament -- we stepped into the middle of the crowd and did our thing at the top of our lungs (no mics, no problem). The crowd was slightly liquored and full of acceptance, singing along with gusto to "Police State", "Chocolate Dumpster" and other favorites. We skulked off after the show and returned to Chez Murray to prepare for our departure from Halifax the next morning.
In the morning we greeted Mina (AKA Blank Space's mom), our hostess for the past few days, who would also act as our 'bus-driver' for the next couple of dates. We piled the three of us & our gear into the car & made our way onto the highway towards Moncton. We were slated to play Hiphop Sundays at The Paramount Lounge. We managed to find the venue after a short search, and soon had our "Global Resistance to Canadian Mining" banner hung, and were enjoying some complimentary beverages while waiting for sound check. There was a score of locals in attendance, including about half a dozen b-boys who were strutting their stuff and showing off for each other (they were good, props to moncton b-boyz & b-girlz!). We took the stage with Testament and launched into our set, enjoying the fat sound system & attempting to engage with the small group of people assembled. At one point, about half-way through the hour-long set we'd prepared, the promoter pulled Blank Space aside for a word -- turns out the venue owner had come in and witnessed someone walking out in the middle of our set (presumably offended by our anti-capitalist/-police content), and we were being asked to cut our performance short. We were surprised, and somewhat amused; we performed our last couple of numbers then left the stage, frustrated that we'd been asked to stop, but happy to know that we'd some sort of impact. We packed up our merch and cashed in the last of our drink tickets before squishing back into Mina's car, and heading to Blank Space's grandfather's nearby farmhouse, where we slept peacefully.
The next morning was spent attending to family affairs; we added another member of Blank Space's family (cousin Amanda) to our caravan, then proceeded on our search for Knowlesville, NB, home of the Falls Brook Centre, the location of our next gig. The FBC is an independent educational facility that specializes in Forest Stewardship, Organic Agriculture, Appropriate Tech, Community Development, Education & Outreach, and International Work. We had been invited to come perform for some of the resident staff, and were thrilled to get the chance to visit a facility focused on sustainable living and an off-the-grid lifestyle (thanks Cheryl and Jenny for inviting us!) We arrived in time for dinner (having feared we'd get hopelessly lost and arrive hours too late) & enjoyed a feast with the residents in a old church that had been transported & converted into a daycare facility/event space. We began our performance and were cut short at the end of our second piece when the hot water tank on stage-left burst a pipe, jettisoning a hissing spray of steaming coolant & giving us all a good start. We evacuated the building (everything turned out alright) and eventually managed to regroup at the home of a few of the residents, where we continued our performance in their living room. This was a cozy, fun performance -- we were surrounded by smiling faces and plied with copious quantities of pirate rum -- YARGH!
We had a big breakfast with the staff in the morning, and took a tour of the grounds, which were inspiring and impressive. There were carefully tended garden beds, elaborate solar/wind generation setups, a mushroom farm, and so much more to tickle our imaginations. 'Next door' (where they are building a 4 story bale house) there is an amazing couple that is starting a land trust which Blank Space is very interested in partaking. We thanked our hosts graciously for their hospitality, hesitant to leave such a sanctuary, but eager to return at the first available opportunity.
Next we were off to Fredericton, where we had received a last-minute invite to play a show at punk house known as The Galley (thanks to Carolyns invite!). We arrived to see a slew of familiar faces from Halifax and elsewhere. Home again! We said our farewells to Mina and Amanda (who were obliged to return east, despite their burning desire to follow on our heels to stardom, ha!) and set about getting ourselves prepared for the show. Once the unsuspecting porch-dwellers had narrowly escaped the conversational clutches of passing Evangelists who had ensnared them in a near-endless theological debate it was time for the show to begin. First up was FacePlant (AKA Travis), a solo "Grime / Folk" crooner whose banjo twinkle-twanged our heartstrings. Next up was Two Kids Running Away, a folk/punk duo from Edmonton who kicked things up with a fun, contagious energy. Despite All This (consisting of Starla! Ubiquitous & Todi Stronghands of the Sharpie Fumes Collective) was next on the bill, backed up by Two Kids Running Away; they stepped up to the plate with their throaty acoustic punk stylings which brought smiles to faces all round. Next, the Wordsmiths & Testament took the floor and did our thing. Once again, we were pleased to receive such a warm reception from the audience, who dug our political lyricism & a'capella hiphop flavor. We didn't have much time to loiter after the show, as we were soon packed into the back of Beastmaster 666 (Starla! & Todi's van) and driven to Edmundston. This was the next stop on tour for Despite All This, Two Kids & FacePlant, so we left them to sleep in their vans while we sought shelter in the nearby Presse Cafe, an Acadian chain coffee joint that was thankfully open when we rolled in at 4 am. After some couch-Zzzzs and hitch-hiking sign-making the sun had breached the horizon & it was prime time to set out to the highway to hitch to Quebec City. Miraculously, in less than two hours we had scored a ride for all 3 of us (Blank Space, s.cottonwoods & Testament) right to our QC venue, Agitée. Woot!
Agitée is a co-operatively-run bar (some members described it as a "solidarity co-op", but we're not sure exactly what that entails) in downtown Quebec. When we approached the venue we ran across a number of black and white posters that read: "Directment de l'ouest Canadien, Les excellents rappeurs-beatboxers anarchistes, The Outspoken Wordsmiths" with a particularly goofy-looking head-shot of the two of us below (this photo apparently came from the depths of our myspace photo album, ha!). The poster also incorporated a lengthy French testimonial from "une admiratrice passionnée" that we struggled to translate with limited success. We were excited to see that the event had been promoted (thanks Joseph!), and were very well-received by the Agitee staff. We smiled wide upon entering the bar and spying the large raised stage (at least 4m x 4m) and professional (BIG! & with 3 monitors, oh heaven!) sound & lighting setup (expensive!). We could tell right away this would be a fun night & a good show. There was to be a food preparation/serving session by a local group akin to Food Not Bombs prior to our performance; we caught a bit of a nap at stephs place (the local bartender, friend and fan), then joined in the feast and enjoyed the delicious vegetarian fare. We took the stage with bellies full of dinner (and a few complimentary jagerbombs -- can you say trouble?) & squinted past the stage lights at the crowd of about 60 or so people who had also just stuffed themselves with tastey eats. The PA system was fat & healthy, and we reveled in the opportunity to make some fat sounds. We pulled out all of our best material and the people loved it. There had been some concern regarding a potential language barrier, but it appears that our worries were unfounded, as our message seemed to get across loud & clear. TESTAMENT introd alot of the tracks performed cause he speaks in french (thanks man, made the show run smoother). A local emcee by the name of Raph took the stage to jam with Blank Space, and we ended up in an all-night recording session in his basement. Blank Space & Testament stayed up until the wee hours to lay down verses for an "acts of food liberation" rap with Raph, then it was time to rouse ourselves & hit the road for another hitching adventure.
The stars continued to shine favorably upon us, and we found another miracle ride. A fellow named Eric pulled over in his black Mustang and we crammed ourselves & our gear into his trunk & back seat. Eric wasn't intending to go to Montreal, but decided to take us there on a whim. Who were we to question? He took us to our new home on Rue Notre Dame, Decadent Squalor, a punk enclave we had visited a couple of years prior. Squalor had recently expanded, from one apartment to the whole four apartment unit, meaning that there was an open complex of sorts, with punks of all flavours flitting about, many in town from various parts for the book fair. Once again, we were in a sea of familiar faces, including our hostess and good friend Willow. Eric treated us to dinner at a local Caribbean joint, Bon Apetit, before returning to Quebec City. We feasted on veggie rotis with divine hot sauce & caught up with Willow about all the happenings in Montreal. Soon it was time to head to the evening's venue, The Pound. The outside of the venue was very nondescript -- no signage of any type beyond the street number, just an unmarked yellow door with a chain-link handle emerging in a loop from the center. Inside was a larger bar-type venue with a huge raised stage in one corner, surrounded by clusters of couches & cushioned armchairs, plus a gigantic black leatherette beanbag couch about 2m in diameter. There was a bar opposite the stage (they'd recently lost their liquor license, but were offering by-donation mix for those who took the invite to BYOB) and the space was chock-full of funky stage lighting. Our friend Illogik met us at the venue -- he's a radical MC & producer from Toronto who we had met and performed with years prior during the Wordsmiths' first cross-country tour in '06; he would be joining the !Forbidden Texts! tour from Montreal through southern Ontario. The Outspoken Wordsmiths, Testament & Illogik were to be feature acts for the evening's open mic event, so we prepared two sets that combined our songs & spoken pieces together. There were some sound issues, despite the expensive/impressive setup. Due to extenuating circumstances, the stage monitors were inoperable, meaning that in order for us to hear ourselves onstage the sound-tech had to crank all of our levels so we could hear the echo coming back from the far wall. This created a bit of a sonic mish-mash effect, but we managed to persevere & provide an enegetic performance regardless. We backed each other up enthusiastically during our songs, and joked afterwards that we resembled a radical anarcho-hiphop boy band (The BlackBlock Boys?). Our next gig in Montreal was at the Cabaret for the 10th Annual Montreal Anarchist Book Fair. This was a big event at a medium-sized bar venue called L'Alize. We were excited to be included in this show, as there were many other performers on the bill, including some good friends of ours. The evening saw performances by Faiz Abhuani, Benoît Tremblay, Sarah Mangle, Willow and Mishka, Micros Armés (Armed Microphones), Ensemble Insurrection Chaotique, Despite All This, Son un Poco Politicas, and Please Don’t Put Charles on the Money, as well as The Outspoken Wordsmiths, Testament & Illogik. There was a big crowd for this show (upwards of 200 people), and the stage setup was a pro rig similar to (but better)what we'd recently enjoyed at Agitée (fat speakers & a good monitor rig so we could actually hear ourselves clearly). Our sets needed to be shorter than normal, due to the large number of acts set to perform, but we got right down to brass tacks & had the crowd whipped up into an enthusiastic frenzy. We felt heaps of love and support from the audience, and were heart-warmed by the general sense of comradarie present at the event. For us, the event concluded with the marching band (Ensemble Insurrection Chaotique) leading the crowd outside and around the corner to an adjacent parking lot, where the festivities continued late into the night. Saturday was the first day of the Montreal Anarchist Book Fair proper a the CEDA building (a Popular Education and Community Action center located near the Lionel-Groulx metro station). We set up our table for the National Microphone Association distro and set about a full day of socializing and non-stop sales. People were loving our patches and zine selection (we ended up selling out of several zine titles and patch designs), and many people who had seen us at the Cabaret the evening previous came by to pick up some of our CDs. There were about one hundred different tables present at the bookfair, and the main hall was packed to the sweaty armpits with dedicated, educated, agitated activists of all ages, shapes & races -- a hyper-stimulating, overwhelming sea of seething humanity. We managed to get a few moments away from our own table in order to peruse the wares offered by the other vendors & ended up with over 50 new zine titles. By the end of the day we were exhausted and satisfied by our impressive sales & the many interactions we'd had throughout the afternoon and were satisfied to enjoy a quiet evening. Sunday was the second day of the Book Fair, a day focused on workshops. We set up some of our merch on our Outspoken Wordsmiths banner and chatted with friends, including our friend John Akpata. We met John in Vancouver at the 2005 Canadian Festival of Spoken Word, while competing in the Victoria ( strong.cottonwoods & Blank Space) & Ottawa ( John Akpata) Slam teams, and later visited John on his radio show Monday Night Scribes while passing through Ottawa on The Outspoken Wordsmiths' 2007 Begging For Change tour. Our pal Byron & some friends set up an acoustic folk-punk show that took place Sunday afternoon outside the CEDA building. The Outspoken Wordsmiths joined Byron and the other performers (including Despite All This, Sarah Dee, Brad Religion, Two Kids Running Away, Willow & Theo, & more!) for a spell & kicked a piece or two for the enthusiastic crowd. By the time Sunday evening rolled around the excitement was running high at Decadent Squalor, as it was time for a basement metal show featuring our west-coast comrades from Leper & Mutiny, as well as Kanadian Tire Fire and another local group. Once again, there were many familiar faces in the swell of punks flowing through the Squalor, including friends from Victoria & out west, as well as friends from Halifax & our many travels in between. The basement of the Squalor was packed with steamy, tattooed moshing bodies & blast-distorted metal riffs that encapsulated the pent up raging demons of those assembled, most of whom seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. When the final band finished their set Testament took the mic to invite the crowd to follow us outside for a street-corner a'cappella hiphop set featuring the Outspoken Wordsmiths, Testament & Illogik. A healthy crowd of about 30-40 assembled on the greenspace at the corner just outside the Squalor, and we took to the center of the circle to do our thing. The folks in attendance were psyched up from the previous show, and this excitement continued as we put on our performance -- there was a great feeling of audience participation as people sung along with the hook for "Police State" and other songs. After about 25 minutes a police cruiser pulled up across the street and pointed its headlights at our crowd, but did nothing to interrupt. We continued to do our thing, watching as more cop cars flocked to the scene within minutes, like so many seagulls of leftover montreal pountine. Testament was in the middle of performing "This Is Why I'm Not" as this whole scene developed, the police officers glaring at us with fear and anger & making a large, loosely placed, circle around our crowd. Some folks skulked silently into the night, while others stood fast with us in solidarity & joined Testament in shouting "I'm not gonna talk... to the fucking cops! This is why, this is why, this is why I'm not!" (a modification of the song's original hook, "I'm not going to buy, I aint gonna shop..."). We stood our ground and finished the song, then encouraged the crowd to disperse to the eight winds. The cops followed our various groups, tailing us slowly in textbook intimidation fashion for thirty minutes or so before moving on to bigger & better things. By the time we lost our tail our adrenaline rush was wearing off and we were ready to return to the Squalor for some much needed sleep. We had a bit of down-time on Monday/Tuesday in which to catch up on digital chores & reconnect with our friends and lovers in Canada's most romantic city. Tuesday evening was the date for our final Montreal gig, Yo MTL Raps!, a regular hiphop event hosted & promoted by local emcee D Atherton (thanks Scratch Bastid for connectin us). This event took place at a venue called 3 Minots (which translates roughly to 3 bushels), a small-to-medium sized bar venue with an impressive stage/PA setup, and a grumpy as bartender. We had a hunch it would be a good show, and were excited to have a good finish to our stint in Montreal. We put on an energetic performance, helped in part by a set of black Kung-Fu pyjamas that strong.cottonwoods found in a free-pile en-route to the venue & wore with gusto throughout the night. After our sets, Atherton and a couple of other emcees took to the stage for a spell, then the stage opened up for some cypher/jam action. An old-school sound poet by the name of EJ Brulé was onhand, and Blank Space took the stage with him to collaborate on some beatbox/spoken bits. EJ enjoyed our shtick & suggested that the Wordsmiths describe our music as "liphop." Clever. Excitement was thick in the air as we left 3 Minots and sorted details for the next day's travel to Ottawa, where the adventure was to continue...
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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So we left off in Baltimore, having just played with Mutiny Amongst Friends & pals at the Frisbee House...
We left the Frisbee House in the morning in the MAF van (accidentally leaving behind a significant quantity of dumpster-sausage in our vegan host's refrigerator, sorry Frisbees!); they drove us across Baltimore and dropped us off at our new home,The Whole Gallery, an art gallery/living space in situated in the H&H building, a large 5-story brick warehouse in central Baltimore that is also home to the 5th Dimension performance space and a number of artists and musicians.
We emerged from the grafitti-saturated elevator into a large lobby area where a floor-to-ceiling web ushered us past a huge spider (knit from orange yarn by own of our hosts) that eyed us suspiciously as it loomed over the guestbook. Our hosts, Freda, Emily, Edward, Michelle, Eleesa, Jessie, Alex & ** made us feel immediately welcomed into this strangely bizarre environment, which was currently serving as a gallery space for the Off the Wall exhibit -- an otherworldly collection of colorful sculptures that emerged from the ceiling, walls and floor. These included an elaborate couch-laden technicolored plastic cave equipped with fans that caused it to bellow and swayed amid its own disco light-show; a totemesque pillar/mandala complete with antlers and a bull's skull, adorned in glittering costume jewelery in a manner that reminded us of our very talented friendTemPeSt and her creature-sculptures; a futuristic-looking circular booth-like contraption made from pieces of transparent plastic packaging material, resembling a time machine, or high-tech armor. We also shared space with a handful of other fantastic sculptures, including a pair of parachuting roller skates.
Having arrived in Baltimore a few days prior to our gig, we took advantage of the warm sunny weather and embarked to explore the city. We wandered between guady monuments & cathedrals, inquired into some local dumpsters (cold pizza, green beans 'n' pork chops), and eventually found our way to Red Emma's , a local worker-run bookstore & coffeehouse, where we were thrilled to make use of their free internet terminals, which proved invaluable in allowing us to catch up on E-mails, blogging, and other net-related chores.
Next thing we knew it was the date of our big Baltimore show, billed as: When Words Collide: "Battle of the Spoken Word Bands"; we hiked up 2 flights of stairs from The Whole Gallery and found ourselves in the 5th Dimension, a spacious warehouse-like space complete with stage & PA system. We were very fortunate to connect with a highly-talented local hiphop/spoken word act, The 5th L (also check out their myspace), who helped set up & promote the event, and their friend & MC Chuck the Mad Ox, who hosted the evening. First up was a hot open mic, which saw a handful of talented Baltimore locals take to the stage to share some enlivening spoken word & hiphop. Next came a four-person spoken word troupe from York, PA, Word Wide. They performed a set of solo spoken word pieces that interlinked & segued into each other in a unique & memorable fashion. The Outspoken Wordsmiths & Testament followed, our sets exploding with discount-beer-fueled energy & joviality (it was strong.cottonwoods' birthday, after all, and our last night in Maryland). The audience was digging our style, and continued to feel the excitement as The 5th L took the stage and rocked a short, high-intensity spoken word set (quite akin to our Wordsmiths' style) that had the crowd on their feet & chanting along with the hooks.
All in all, it was a great evening and a successful event; everyone in attendance had big smiles on their face by the end of the evening.
We packed up our mech table & gear, and made a quick foray out for some midnight pizza before catching a cab to the Chinatown Bus stop (a metal signpost in the middle of nowhere, industrialtown). Our bus pulled up at approx 2:40am and we piled in, bound for New York. A few hours later we passed a NYC subway station and pulled to a stop in the middle of Chinatown. We filed off the bus in a sleepy 6am stupor, mistakenly believing ourselves to be at our proper destination. We soon discovered that we were in Brooklyn, and wanted to be in Manhattan (doh!), so we hopped on the subway for a little journey, then lugged our bags to the appropriate bus stop & got safely on the bus bound for Boston.
Several sleepy/sleepless hours later we found ourselves in Boston's South Station subway/bus terminal, and began a wild goose chase to find the Blackstone Community Center, the location of our gig that evening. The weather was warm and sunny, which made our extended, laden trek all the more sweaty; after a subway ride, an extended wander & a taxi ride, we finally found our destination, then celebrated by sleeping all afternoon in an adjacent park.
After we roused ourselves from our nap we returned to the Blackstone Community Center & met with Eric, the main organizer ofCritical Breakdown, the event we would be featuring at. Critical Breakdown is a hip hop activist program that encourages youth creativity to explore solutions to poverty, oppression and injustice. One of its major facets is a popular youth-oriented open mic/stage focused on hiphop, spoken word & dance. We felt honored to be included in this event, and were thrilled to see some amazing performances by the talented local youth, who ranged from 9-19 years old. We performed for a group of about 80-100, and were somewhat startled by the overwhelmingly positive reception we received. Testament's material was particularly popular, with the crowd singing along loudly to the hook of "This Is Why I'm Not." Overall, this event was a great success; we made a positive impression and left with a handful of useful local contacts.
We received a pleasant surprise when we discovered that our plans for the evening's accommodation had changed at the last minute; we were going to be put up in style at the Best Western, courtesy of Critical Breakdown. We thanked our benefactors graciously, and made good use of our room's pristine bathroom facilities. We also enjoyed the complimentary continental breakfast (waffles were alex's highlight), and free toothbrushes, toothpaste, and sewing kits. Let me tell you, after about three and a half weeks of sleeping at punk houses & artists' lofts on lumpy couches & floors of questionable cleanliness, even the sterile banality of a hotel room came as an enjoyable change of pace.
The next morning we made our way to our new home in Watertown, MA, You Need New Glasses, a community house that hosts a prog-rock band of the same name. From the hotel, we took the subway & a bus out to Watertown, and inadvertantly discovered one of the many quaint quirks of the Massachusetts Bay Transport Authority; you don't have to pay when boarding a bus from a subway station -- you are, however, expected to pay upon leaving the bus. Well, this came as a bit of a surprise to us, and we were quite relieved that our bus driver was somewhat understanding and lenient, as we didn't have the proper fare.
Upon our arrival at YNNG we were greeted by our hosts Adric, Shawn & co., who welcomed us to their humble abode invited us to relax with them over cold drinks in their back yard. Their house was akin to an 80s museum, with shelves overflowing with old-school nintendo cartridges, and an extensive collection of VHS casettes, including scores of old Star Trek tapes recently acquired at a garage sale.
Next thing we knew it was BBQ time, then we piled into the basement to prepare for the show/party, featuring ourselves alongside You Need New Glasses, and locals Thief Thief (a two-piece indy experimental rock group) and Yoko, Oh-no! (a psychedelic rock outfit who had a local MC come kick some rhymes on top of their sonic soundscapes) who all rocked the stage hard. By the time it came for us to play our set, the small basement was crammed full of excited and eager bodies, who jumped up & down eagerly & sang along to our tunes. This time, Testament's "Police State" seemed to be the audience's favorite piece; we smiled wide as the assembled crowd shouted along to the hook at the tops of their lungs.
In the morning we had a big breakfast, then piled into our hosts' van to cash in the gigantic pile of empties from the party (bus money!)) before making our way across town to the Lucy Parsons Center (an independent, volunteer-run, non-profit, radical bookstore and community space) where we were to perform during the evening as part of an Earth First! Roadshow fundraiser. We arrived in time to participate in one of the afternoon's workshops, a discussion on the "green scare" and how to prevent it from detering environmental activists from organizing. The show was an intimate gathering, with folks squished between bookshelves chock full of alternative and radical political literature, listening enthusiastically to the bands on hand. There was a great offering of primarily-acoustic folk and folk/punk tunes, courtesy of Jake and the Infernal Machine (Boston locals), Evan Greer of the RiotFolk collective (another Boston local), Mallory (Amherst, MA), & Here’s to the Long Haul(Blacksburg, Virginia). There was no PA system on hand, so we had the assembled audience gather around us in a big circle and kicked it off-mic. The anarcho-folk-punx all seemed to enjoy our political lyricism, and were particularly fond of "Chocolate Dumpster", which had everyone singing along with smiles on their faces.
That evening we found ourselves staying at the home of Alysha, one of the members of Jake and the Infernal Machine, who we had met prior at the NYC Book Fair. We met some of her house-mates, including Jeff & Fede, who were hard at work preparing for their upcoming Bread & Puppets toy-theatre presentation. We also checked out resident James' impressive and extensive library, which filled the large basement with an extensive selection of historic and political literature. We stayed there for another day, enjoying our hosts' company and a final sunny day in Boston before making our way back to the bus terminal to hop on a coach bound for our final US destination, Portland, Maine.
We were greeted by another sunny afternoon as we emerged from the bus onto the west end of Congress, Portland's main drag. We hefted our baggage and embarked on the long walk to the Northstar Music Cafe, the venue for our evening's performance. We found it necessary to take a few breaks on the way there, and during one such rest we ended up in front of the Space 'Alternative Arts Venue', where we bumped into Thesis Sahib (an MC from the London, ON area) and a crew of European hiphoppers he was currently on the road with for the Our Accents Sure Are Pretty Tour. They were set to play a gig that very night at Space, and we made plans to come check out the end of their show once ours had wrapped up. We said farewell to Thesis et al, and proceeded to make our way to the Northstar, where we feasted hungrily upon their vegan Beans & Rice, and oh-so-delicious but not-vegan Black Hole Nachos while waiting to meet the evening's host. We were practicing in the parking lot when Nate A, host of Port Veritas' Tuesday Night Open Mic, found us and gave us a warm welcome. Once back inside we got ready for the evening's performance, then sat back to take in the locals' open-mic offerings. The local poets provided an enjoyable buffet of spoken words, ranging from nervously-read page pieces to well-rehearsed slam numbers. We did a short sound-check during the break, then jumped on stage to do our thing. We were met with another warm reception from the audience, who dug our act with a gigantic shovel. Our pending housing crisis was solved when we announced to the crowd that we were without a place to stay in Portland, and were offered a place to stay by one of the open-mic-ers, a charming fairy-boy poet named Snapdragon.
Once the open mic had wrapped up we made our way back to Space to check out Thesis & his Our Accents tour-mates. We entered the venue to the sound of a DJ spinning beats alongside a live drummer hammering out double-time rhythms with full gusto, the two walls on either side of the stage covered in giant, 20' x 30' circuitry-like block prints from Carving the Floors, currently on exhibit. Soon the MCs took to the stage, 6 of them on 3 mics (Thesis Sahib, Jamesphoney & James Reindeer [a duo] Funken, Roma, and Pierre the Motionless) ; & proceeded to release upon the crowd what they describe as "the rhinocerous of alternative rap"; they played their often-times quirky beats from a laptop, and took turns rapping in English & French, their comrades enthusiastically backing them up on & off-mic. They put on an energetic & entertaining show with a high fun-factor, assisted in part by a bubble-machine that blew tiny orbs of rainbow joy about those enthusiastically dancing near the front of the stage.
We stayed til the end of the show & visited with Thesis & his European posse for a bit before making our way to our digs for the night. When we arrived at the Coyle House we found a number of our hosts out back around a fire pit, sipping on whiskey & laughing jovially. It was late at this point, and we ended up hitting the hay in short order. The next few days were chock-full of activity. We went to meet with alt/underground hiphopper Th' Mole at the DoorYard, a collectively-run art-/music-studio/classroom space/venue. Blank Space laid down some beatbox instrumentals for Th' Mole, then we went to attend his show at the Meg Perry Center . There was a good crowd in attendance -- we enjoyed Th' Mole's enthusiastic stage presence and flamboyant costumery (including a technocolour mask/google setup, and a trio of backup dancers including a gorilla and giant paper-mache puppet/people), though we were disappointed by his 'breakup song' which was a bit misogynistic for our tastes.
The next day allowed us some down-time, followed by an epic evening dumpster-run that procured pizza, chocolate, and a metric butt-load of juice from the Odwalla Juice distribution centre (sweet!!!). The next day was Friday, day of Portland's monthly "First Friday Art Walk" and our gig at Meg Perry Center. We set up our wares on the sidewalk beside the vendor tables outside of the Maine School of Art; a huge crowd of people flowed by and we engaged in some street performances & managed to sell a good quantity of our our CDs/etc. & promote our show that evening.
The organizer of our Meg Perry show coupled us up with some local artists, Hanifa Washington & T$ (T-Money), who kicked off the evening. Hanifa charmed us with her witty and insightful songwriting, and T-Money brought out some unfettered feminist spoken word that had us all cheering in support. We took the stage & did our thing for a few pieces using the PA provided, then decided that we'd be just as good without it & took to the floor to kick it without amplification. After the show we took some of the crowd with us to our friend Megan's place for an after-party, where we rocked a fat stereo system in the basement and kicked a two-thirds drunken set for the crew in attendance.
The next day was our final show in the United States, at Portland's S'Lainte Wine Bar & Lounge. When we arrived there was a small crowd gathered around the bar, watching the Bulls/Celtics game on the big screen TV & cheering drunkenly. We were a little worried how the show would turn out, but we had soon assembled a sizable crowd with many familiar faces from the North Star open mic, and we drowned out the basketball fans with the house PA, which turned out to be surprisingly robust. Local poets One L & Ganda helped us open the evening with their hard-hitting spoken word, and combined forces for a few stellar combo pieces that got the crowd all riled up. We followed their performance and enjoyed ourselves immensely on the loud system, as it was the first time in a good number of shows that we were able to perform with quality amplification.
After the show we proceeded to The Asylum to catch a hiphop show featuring a hiphop MC by the name of Sole (fr Anticon). We arrived just in time to catch his set, and were enjoying ourselves when things took a turn for the worse. After Sole's set he called up the other artists he had been touring with for the last month, and they all got onstage to freestyle together. A Portland MC by the name of Dildo took the mic & started to spit some ignorant, sexist, rape culture nonsense, to which we responded with much enthusiastic booing & flipping of the bird. Dildo took things a step further, and for the crescendo of his bit onstage rhymed about duct-taping up someone's girlfriend in order to 'butt-rape' them. This set off Testament, who rushed the stage to give Dildo a piece of his mind, resulting in a quick removal from the building by the resident bouncers. Our entire crowd (or 6 or so) left in solidarity with TESTAMENT, and to make a statement against rape being a joke.
This whole incident had us all a bit shaken up, and we returned to Coyle St for our final night in America. We made our way to the bus station in the morning and got our tickets to Bangor, ME, where we would switch bus lines & get our tickets to Halifax. We had a rather uneventful bus-ride and border-crossing, aside from some routine search & harassment by the border agents.
(Up next, Halifax, Moncton, Fredericton, Knowlesville, Quebec City & Montreal!!!)
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
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Current mood:  adventurous
Feast and Famine -- a universal pattern that seems even more apparent while traveling on the road.
The
rest of our stay in New York was enjoyable and educational, if not a
raging success in terms of packed shows. Here's how it all went down:
Tuesday evening we went to the Bowery Poetry Club in
Manhattan to scope out the local spoken word scene and see if we could
sign up for their Poetry SLAM. Turns out the fellow running the door
wasn't a very flexible individual, and wasn't willing to compromise on
the $7 entry fee, not even for 'international touring artists'. Ha! I
suppose that's New York for ya. We figured our money would be better
spent on food, or some other necessity, and went in search of another
opportunity to perform. Earlier that afternoon we'd picked up a flyer
for Penny's Open Mic, so we made our way to the venue, Under St. Mark's, a cute little black-walled theatre space on St. Mark's Place.
After a short chat with Penny, we were admitted sans-cover and signed
up on the list. The evening was a mixture of stand-up comedy, spoken
word monologue, drunken rambling, & your standard singer-songwriter
fare. And, of course, the a'capella stylings of OW & Testament.
We had a blast testing the limits of their little house PA system, and
managed to stir some excitement from the mostly-drunken crowd. We also
met Tina & Rachel (mother and daughter, respectively) of the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players,
a 3-piece family ensemble who play charming folk songs set to a
projected slide-show of old found-object family photos. Tina &
Rachel shared a cab ride home with us, as they reside in Bushwick near
the Surreal Estates, and invited us over for a vegan lunch. We took
them up on their offer the next day, and met Jason, wife to Tina and
father to Rachel (15). They welcomed us into their humble &
charmingly-decorated abode and we shared travel tales & discussed
politics with them over a delicious bean soup with salad &
dumpstered cookies. They are genuinely wonderful people and we are
certainly looking forward to crossing paths with them again in the
future.
When we checked our E-mail the next day we were very honoured
to find an invitation to a private gathering in Manhattan, hosted by
well-renowned radical artist/activist Fly. (Find her work online at http://flyspage.com/)
Fly's apartment, situated in Manhattan's East Village, had once been a
squat, and now, after years of determination, resistance and
renovations, is now a legitimate housing cooperative. We arrived a bit
early, and decided to check out nearby Thompkins Square Park, a
disgusting excuse for a public green space, consisting of paved walking
paths lined by black wrought-iron fencing that segregated all the grass
& trees from human contact. Ick!! It was like a tree zoo; a
parody of a real park. We immediately felt like barfing, and found
ourselves needing to exit the "park" immediately. Thankfully, we soon
found ourselves in front of Fly's place, and buzzed ourselves up with
the 'secret password' we had been provided with. Once inside we got to
meet Fly and a few of her friends, some of whom we recognized from the
Book Fair a few days earlier. She showed us some of the multitude of
photos she has collected documenting the history of her building as it
progressed from a ramshackle squat to a livable building, surviving a
fire & many other obstacles in the process. We also got to meet
her friend and fellow radical writer/visual artist Seth Tobacman, an outspoken housing advocate and co-founder of World War III Illustrated
and many other incredible creative projects. We were honored to have
the opportunity to give an impromptu a'capella kitchen performance for
Fly, Seth, Ramsey (from AK press)
and the rest of the folks in attendance. They responded positively to
our material and gave us a huge boost of encouragement -- it felt
amazing to be well-received by long-time activists who have been
instrumental in creating change in their community for decades.
We had an evening performance set up for Wednesday at Vox Pop,
a radical cafe/bookstore/community space in south Brooklyn. We showed
up with a crew from Surreal Estates and arrived in the middle of a
film-screening, which was to be followed by a European jazz trio, then
ourselves and Testament. By the time the films (one a documentary
about a Televangalist, the other a black & white Werner Herzog film
about an ascetic holy man who exiled himself to the top of a stone
column alongside a desert road) wrapped up and the jazz ensemble
finished their set it was getting late into the evening, and most of
the already-sparse crowd had thinned out. Still, we soldiered on and
played for the handful of remaining folk, who provided encouragement
and eager ears, then made our way home on the subway in the wee hours
of the morning. The best part of the evening was when part of our crew
splintered off from our homeward posse to explore the Bolthouse Farms
juice dumpster, bringing home a taxi-load of pomegranate juice &
assorted fruit smoothies worth upwards of $500. Can you say
"juice-feast"?
We also set up an afternoon performance for the following day (Thurs) at the Yippie Cafe
in Manhattan, home of Abbie Hoffman & co. back in the day. We
didn't have great expectations for the event, as it was set up with
very little notice, and there was virtually no promotion. Our hope was
to catch the attention of some of the patrons as they came through the
space. Well, it turns out that there weren't very many patrons on a
Thursday mid-afternoon. Still, we made the best of a questionable
situation; strong.cottonwoods put on an impromptu improv performance
with the nine-year-old daughter of one of the regulars, and we got to
have a bit of an on-mic rehearsal & do some much-needed E-mailing.
Thurs evening we returned to the Surreal Estates for the Open Ring Open Mic,
a community event run by one our hosts,Telly, a lasso-twirling Cowboy
Comedian. The evening began with a few local comedians doing stand-up
routines -- some topics included mocking Canadians (whoo-hoo!), and a
bevy of other cynical, nerdy, and self-loathing memes. Next, a barista
from local coffee shop Cafe Orwell came by and wowed us all with her
stellar cello skills. Of course, The Outspoken Wordsmiths & Testament
stepped up to the stage to spit some of our mojo, and impressed those
gathered with our ability to rock it hard without the assistance of
mics or sound system. The evening ended with a cypher session that
devolved into a battle of sorts, as us Canucks ended up taking issue
with some of the sexist content coming from a few of the local MCs.
Thankfully, everything ended up peacefully, as a crate of pre-packaged
dumpstered vegan meals was produced and we all stuffed our faces with
delicious eats.
The next day was Friday, and we said a reluctant good-bye to our
gracious hosts at the Surreal Estates and hopped on the L train to head
to our next destination, the John Bosch
house -- another community living space, this one in the Bedsty
neighbourhood of Brooklyn. We arrived at John Bosch in the
mid-afternoon, hot and sweaty after slogging our gear between a series
of brownstone government housing projects in the sticky mid-day sun.
When we arrived, we found our new home nestled safely behind a tall,
barbed-wire-topped iron fence, preventing us from knocking on the front
door. Luckily, the tried-and-true technique of hollering at an open
window proved effective, and we were allowed entry by one of the
residents. After storing our baggage we ventured out into the
neighbourhood to check out the 123 Community Space,
a multi-use space frequented by many of our Surreal Estate friends,
which hosts zine & lending-libraries, a community kitchen, bike
workshop, art exhibits, a silk-screening setup & more.
Our plan for that evening was to perform at a show in the John Bosch garage, with Mutiny Amongst Friends, Highway Gimps, and Laura Stevenson & the Cans.
As it turned out, the fellow who was organizing the show had just
fathered a child, and priorities ended up shifting. We found ourselves
on the night of the show in the garage with a couple of the other
bands, wondering where to find the PA, audience, and Mutiny Amongst
Friends. Once again, we made the best of a questionable situation,
taking advantage of the local bodega's $1 tall-boy beers, and putting
on another impromptu a'capella performance for the few people who had
shown up for the show and the members of the other bands present. They
dug our message & sound, and we traded a few CDs with them before
they took off for another party. We chilled with our beverages for an
hour or two until some friends of ours from Surreal Estates came by,
all excited for the 'show' they were expecting to find. Not wanting to
leave them disappointed, we put on another mini-performance for our
friends before laying our heads to rest.
On Saturday we emerged from the John Bosch garage into the bright
sunlight to find our way to the China Town bus that would transport us
to Philadelphia. A hot & sweaty 2 hours later we found ourselves
in downtown Philly & braced ourselves for a heavily-laden
cross-town slog to the Wooden Shoe infoshop,
where we were slated for an evening performance. We introduced
ourselves to the volunteers on shift, dropped our bags in the back
room, and went around the corner in search of Gianna's Grille
and their legendary vegan Philly Cheesesteak. Twenty minutes later we
were stuffed and satisfied, and ready to return to the Wooden Shoe to
get the space prepared for our performance. Once again, we found
ourselves learning to make lemonade from the lemons provided -- there
was virtually no turn-out for the show, but we were able to sell some
of our wares to the infoshop, and managed to find/create a couple of
mini-audiences to perform for. One crew of youth had assembled in
front of the store-space in hopes of rendezvousing with some of their
friends, so we seized this as an opportunity for yet another impromptu
performance. In the midst of this exhibition we attracted the
attention of a couple of local hiphoppers, who took the opportunity to
jump in the circle and start freestyling. A short cypher ensued, and
we found ourselves amused by their combination of clever rhymes and
unfortunately misogynistic content. A while later we kidnapped the
attention of another group of people who entered the store looking for
a specific book. They ended up leaving with some of our CDs instead.
Our billet situation for Philadelphia was tenuous, and we found
ourselves needing a safe place to sleep. Luckily for us, James, the
volunteer who was running the bookstore during our show, proved to be a
jovial and generous fellow. He led us on the subway to his abode in
north Philly, where we spent the night on the living room couches with
his cats. In the morning we met James' cheerful wife Michelle, and the
five of us enjoyed a delicious late-morning Sunday brunch on their
backyard patio.
We hopped back on the subway to downtown Philly to retrieve our
baggage from the Wooden Shoe in preparation for our gig that evening at
the A Space, another radical community space across town. But first,
we had to revisit Gianna's Grille for some more deliciously greasy
vegan vittles. Well, lo and behold, who should we bump into at GG's
but the members of Mutiny Amongst Friends, the AWOL folk-punks from the
would-be John Bosch show. Turns out they had gotten lost on their way
to the show, or some such business, but it all worked out in the end,
as they were traveling to Baltimore the next day (just as we were)
& had room for us in their van. We marveled at our brightening
luck, thanked them for their generosity, & wrote down their phone
#, then made our way across town towards our A Space gig.
Our A Space
event was slated to take place after a film-screening, which we
understood would be a documentary about well-known Black Panther
Party-member & death-row resident Mumia Abu-Jamal.
This wasn't exactly the case; the film shown was "Black & Blue", a
documentary focused on police repression of Black Liberation struggles
in Philadelphia during the 1970s, particularly the MOVE organization.
The evening was organized & attended by members of Mumia's family
(his daughters and their children) and surviving/continuing members of
MOVE. We were awash with emotion as we watched the film, which
included a great deal of footage depicting racist police brutality,
including the FBI's cowardly used of a helicopter-delivered incendiary
bomb used to torch MOVE's headquarters. (Water cannons were used to
contain, not fight the ensuing flames, and five children died in the
inferno.) The film was followed by a lengthy conversation, then it was
our turn to do our thing.
We were more than a little bit nervous to step up and kick
our set for an inter-generational group of died-in-the-wool social
justice activists. (To make matters more complicated, we found
ourselves again with no mics or sound system, and all three of us were
feeling worse for wear, as Blank Space had a beat-box-impeding swollen
lip due to a mysterious food allergy, and Testament &
strong.cottonwoods were sporting sore throats.) Well, it turns out
that all the people present were on the same page as us, so to speak,
and they loved what we were doing. After our first piece, Testament's
"Police State", we were met with a round of thunderous applause that
set our fears and anxieties to rest. We performed the rest of our set
to a room of smiling faces & bobbing heads, and by the time we
finished we were covered with sweat and awash with endorphines. Pam
Africa, long-time MOVE member and one of the key organizers of the
event, and many of the other people in attendance, expressed so much
enthusiasm & excitement for us & our cross-continent journey
that it felt almost as if we were dreaming. Once again, we found
ourselves overwhelmed with encouragement and acceptance from people we
deeply respect and look up to. Those present were excited for the
opportunity to help support us by buying some of our CDs, and we hooked
them up with a bunch of our zines & radical literature.
After the evening wrapped up we were still riding high from the
whole experience when we got the folks from Mutiny Amongst Friends on
the phone -- their house-show gig for the evening hadn't begun yet, so
Emily swung by to pick us up in their van and bring us to their show.
We arrived at a smoky punk-house & introduced ourselves to those
present, then sat down to enjoy performances by MAF and their
touring-mate Tom of Play It Faster.
Both Tom & MAF come from Naugatuck, Connecticut; Tom played
acoustic guitar & sung a set of enjoyable scratch-throated
folk-punk numbers with scream-along choruses. MAF combined acoustic
guitar, electric bass, drum kit & keys, and sang songs about their
town's chemical factory shutting down, and a
sing-along/make-up-your-own-verse song about addiction, among
others. Julian, followed up Tom & MAF with an extended set of
folk/punk cover tunes, which the crowd enjoyed singing along with
(although we'd never heard most of them). Once Julian was finished his
set we made our way to the center of the living room & grabbed
everyone's attention with "You Just Can't Ignore It", then launched
into an unmic'd set with Testament. The assembled anarcho-punx dug our
overt lyrical content & the fact that we were putting a
new-yet-familiar spin on hiphop.
We all hit the sack soon afterwards, and awoke to a delicious
breakfast of pesto tofu scramble, home-fries & dahl, lovingly
prepared by Blank Space. Impressed by BS's culinary talents, the MAF
crew decided that we'd all earned passage to Balitmore. We piled into
their trusty white Econoline van & drove thru a torrential downpour
to the Frisby House,
a punk house situated in a lush, tree-laden neighbourhood in north
Baltimore. MAF was slated to perform there that evening along with Trunks & Tales, and Lucas.
We felt very honoured when Mutiny Amongst Friends asked us to come
forth and perform during the middle of their set, and we found
ourselves again kicking it off-mic in the middle of a living room full
of crusty folk-punks. We started with "Chocolate Dumpster", and were
thrilled when the assembled crowd began singing along to the chorus.
Trunks & Tails followed, a folk/punk duo from Annville,
Pennsylvania, who charmed the audience with their soulful crooning
& slide guitar action. The next act was two mysterious fellows
(really, we just didn't catch their names), who helped mellow out the
evening with a serving of ambient soundscapes. They sat cross-legged
on the floor in the midst of a networked web of electrical devices, and
churned out delightful gentle distorted/reverby guitar riffs. Lucas
was the final performer of the evening; he sang some gentle songs on
acoustic guitar, lulling your faithful blogger to sleep as he lay
stretched out on the front porch's couch.
So, that takes us from New York to Baltimore. We've got another
gig here in Baltimore tonight, and then we catch a 2:30am bus to
Boston, MA. We'll fill you in on all the juicy details as they develop.
Remember, we love to hear from all y'all back home & along the road. You can contact us at theoutspokenwordsmiths_AT_gmail.com
Best wishes!! & MAD LOVE!! -The Outspoken Wordsmiths
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Sunday, April 19, 2009
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We were amazed when we landed in the Newark, NJ, airport without hassle or setback. We had nervously anticipated hassles at customs, or some sort of lost-baggage nightmare, so we were pleasantly surprised when we got to our destination promptly, safe & sound.
From the airport we caught a bus to Penn Station in NJ, then a train to Penn Station, NY, and transferred to the subway and rode it into the Bushwick area of Brooklyn, where our hosts at the Surreal Estates are located.
We emerged from the subway into a glaringly sunny day, and marveled at the ubiquitous street art that jumped off the walls at us (beautiful stencil art, life-size graff and wheat-pasted images on every corner). After getting a bit lost and asking for directions we found our way to our temporary home at the Surreal Estates -- a pair of conjoined 3-story brick warehouses, converted into a labyrinthine complex of artists' lofts. We arrived right in time to meet the folks cooking for the neigbourhood Food Not Bombs (there are 4 or 5 in NYC), and joined them in a nearby park for and extremely well-attended serving. We served hot prepared food, along with bread, cakes, bananas, bags of salad to over a hundred people.
We spent the next day sleeping off our jet-lag, getting to know our hosts (53 people reside in this collective space), and settling into our new home -- an inspiring community space, super-saturated with art made by the residents, and packed with bicycles & sound equipment, and the detritus of a hundred in-progress creative projects. Thank you Vivika Kai, and everyone else there, for inviting us and helping us feel welcome
Saturday was the first day of the New York Anarchist Book Fair; we set up our table for the National Microphone Association , and spent all day talking with friendly folk, and selling a ton of our patches & zines. We saw our friends from Edmonton's Thought Crime Ink , and a few other familiar faces. Before we knew it, 8pm had rolled around and it was time to head back to Brooklyn to prepare for the after-party at the Surreal Estates.
The night was a potpourri of musical offerings, with three stages happening simultaneously. There was an acoustic stage with a variety of folk acts (inc. Ryan Harvey !), a "loud" stage that blasted rock/funk/++ into the night (inc. Broadcast Live !), and an area upstairs where we performed a knock-out hour+ set with our comrade Testament on a tweaked system with a fat subwoofer that one of the house-mates had spent the past 24 hrs constructing (it was the largest subwoofer we have ever performed on!). The area we performed in was awash in hi-tech lighting & packed with an attentive audience. Our first New York performance went off with nary a hitch, and we received an abundance of support and enthusiastic encouragement from those present. Our anticipation / anxiety surrounding whether we would be recieved nicely was washed away after that one hour performance, and now we are excited to kickit for more like minds, all over the NE states.
We've got a couple more shows coming up here in Brooklyn, and are looking forward to having more opportunities to share our love with New York. tell a friend! our dates are public, and posted on any of our webpages ( reverbnation or myspace)
Talk to you next week! **The Outspoken Wordsmiths
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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March 28th -- Victoria, BC -- Linden House "Community in Action" Festival
April 3rd -- Vancouver, BC -- Cafe Deux Soliel
April 11th (noon) -- Manhattan, NY -- New York Anarchist Bookfair
April 11th -- Brooklyn, NY -- Surreal Estates
April 14th -- Manhatten, NY -- Under St. Marks Theater
April 15th -- Brooklyn, NY -- Vox Pop
April 16th -- Manhatten, NY -- Yippie Museum / Cafe (4:30pm)
April 17th -- Brooklyn, NY -- John Bosh
April 18th (7pm-9pm) -- Philadelphia, PA -- Wooden Shoe
April 18th (night) -- Philadelphia, PA -- HELP US BOOK THIS
April 19th -- Philadelphia, PA -- Aspace
April 22nd -- Washington, DC -- HELP US BOOK THIS
April 23rd -- Baltimore, MD -- H Block
April 24th (7pm - 9pm) -- Boston, MA -- Critical Breakdown @ Blackstone Community Center
April 24th (night) -- Boston, MA -- HELP US BOOK THIS
April 25th (2pm) -- Boston, MA -- Critical Breakdown Workshops @ Blackstone Community Center
April 25th -- Cambridge, MA -- You Need New Glasses
April 28th -- Portland, ME -- Port Veritas Spoken Word Series @ North Star Cafe
April 30th -- Portland, ME -- HELP US BOOK THIS
May 1st -- Portland, ME -- HELP US BOOK THIS
May 2nd -- Portland, ME -- Slainte Wine Bar & Grill
May 7th -- Nova Scotia -- HELP US BOOK THIS
May 8th -- Nova Scotia -- HELP US BOOK THIS
May 9th (noon - 2pm) -- Halifax, NS -- Good Food Emporium
May 9th -- Halifax, NS -- Woozley Farm
May 10th -- Moncton, NB -- "Hip Hop Sundays" @ The Paramount
May 13th -- Quebec City, QC -- L'AgiteE
May 14th -- Montreal, QC -- The Pound
May 15th -- Montreal, QC -- Anarchist Cabaret
May 15th & 16th -- Montreal, QC (noon) -- Montreal Anarchist Bookfair
May 15th & 16th -- Montreal, QC (night) -- HELP US BOOK THIS
May 19th -- Montreal, QC -- Yo! Mtl Raps
May 20th -- Ottawa, ON -- Exile Books
May 21st -- Ottawa, ON -- 214
May 22nd -- Belleville, ON -- The Organic Underground
May 23rd -- Kingston, ON -- AKA autonomous social center
May 27th -- Toronto, ON -- HELP US BOOK THIS
May 28th -- Toronto, ON -- The Oasis
May 29th -- Toronto, ON -- tba soon
May 30th -- Hamilton, ON -- Skydragon
June 2nd -- London, ON -- Empowerment Infoshop
June 5th -- Sarnia, ON -- tba soon
June 6th (noon) -- Hamilton, ON -- Hamilton Anarchist Bookfair
June 6th (night) -- Hamilton, ON -- tba soon
July 2nd -- Winnipeg, MB -- HELP US BOOK THIS
July 3rd -- Winnipeg, MB -- tba soon
July 4th -- Brandon, MB -- HELP US BOOK THIS
July 9th -- Regina, SK -- Exchange
July 11th -- Saskatoon, SK -- tba soon
July 15th -- Edmonton, AB -- HELP US BOOK THIS
July 16th -- Edmonton, AB -- HELP US BOOK THIS
July 17th -- Calgary, AB -- The Soda Night Gallery & Lounge
July 18th -- Lethbridge, AB -- HELP US BOOK THIS
July 23rd -- Nelson, BC -- HELP US BOOK THIS
July 24th -- Nelson, BC -- HELP US BOOK THIS
July 25th -- Penticton, BC -- HELP US BOOK THIS
July 28th -- Kelowna, BC -- The Grateful Fed
July 30th -- Kamloops, BC -- HELP US BOOK THIS
August 1st -- Vancouver, BC -- tba soon
August 2nd -- Vancouver, BC -- Spartacus Books
August 2nd -- Vancouver, BC -- Thundering Word @ the Montmartre cafe'
August 6th -- Victoria, BC -- HELP US BOOK THIS
August 7th -- Victoria, BC -- Camas Books
August 8th -- Victoria, BC -- Linden House "Community in Action" Festival
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Friday, April 10, 2009
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Current mood:  excited
And we're off!!! We are currently in Vancouver, hours away from flying into New York for what feels like the true beginning of our tour.
The !Forbidden Texts! tour 'officially' began on March 28th with the Tour Kick-Off Party/Infinite Potential CD Release at the Linden House, on Lekwungen Territory [Victoria, BC]. However, there were some preliminary events in the few days previous that deserve inclusion in this update. First, we'd like to thank our friend Thembani Mdluli, who spent a whole afternoon with us on the streets of downtown Victoria filming our piece "Human Rights" for use in a web-video to promote an upcoming Human Rights Film Festival that will take place this summer in Victoria. We'll post the video on our website ( http://www.myspace.com/outspokenwordsmiths) as soon as it's been edited. For now, you can see a video of us performing impromptu at The End Cafe on Commercial Drive last Wednesday, at " Ain't No Foolin'!", an eclectic arts event presented by the East Vancouver Network of Love. Thembani also came to film us the following evening, as we performed at a dub-step dance party (called Drop) held at the Sunset Room. It was a blast, thanks Briden and Stereoshift! In the hours before that event we played another show at Camas Books, the infoshop & community space we've been volunteering at for the last three seasons & counting. This show was headlined with the local reggae/ska combo Something Better & The NOVAMATICS. We opened, and Neil Conway followed. Saturday evening was our big Tour Kick-Off Show, which was part of the Linden House Community In Action series. The night was a blast, and our living room was packed with sweaty, dancing bodies. Alias Chase & Fraea Braveraven began the evening with some spoken word & a chilling rendition of Ani Difranco's 'Serpentine', which had the audience spellbound. Next up was Neil Conway , whose satirical folk stylings had us in stitches. He was followed by Bobby Arbus, our wild-eyed & tornado-haired comrade who charmed us all with his folk/klezmer offerings, and brought some of us to the brink of tears with his rendition of David Rovic's "Song for Rachel Corrie." Get up to Get Down, the local 8-piece funk band, came on stage after Bobby had stirred up the crowd, making the room very hot and alluring to those who arrived late. Shamik then tested the limits of our rented PA with his incredible dance-DJ-style beatbox rhythms. We joined Shamik at the end of his set, jamming. Mike Sheehan & Cama Casi joined us and it was near 20 min of high energy, underground political, freestyle & beatbox. The cops rolled in front of the house and asked us to turn it down. So the on-mic jam ended (with the PA being turned down) and we rocked the first song of our set accacpella ( You Just Can't Ignore It!) for the packed room. We busted to the center of the room and kicked it old school! It was great, we then turned the system on for the rest of the set. The coppers did not return. Our most recent show, at Cafe Deux Soliel on April 3rd in Vancouver, we had a blast. We would not have had such a good show without the folks in Vancouver who helped spread the word; Kimmy, The Foxys, Ladybug and DistractIcon. The show went perfect. The night opened with a poem by Moise, then Ladybug the Rambler (1/2 of the soapbox poets) stepped out of being sick just long enough to throw down a set (with beatbox, banjo, blues and more) to her friends and fans from east van. Julie Parrell then shared her new comix about "Steve", which had the audience listening in and laughing along. We then kicked two 20 min sets which were received with applause and gratitude. Thanks to all those who told us you liked what you heard. DistractIcon finished off any remaining energy in the crowd with their Tuvan throat singing, polyrhythmatic beats and forward lyrics. Mad thanks to them for headlining the show and bringing it all together to a hot ending.
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Wednesday, January 21, 2009
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Current mood:  excited
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Greetings fellow artists and art lovers, family and friends
alike.
This message is coming to you from Lekwungen Territory [popularly known
as Victoria, BC, Canada], courtesy of Alex (BLANK SPACE) & s.cott
(strong.cottonwoods). You may know us from either side of this continent,
or our various journeys in between.
BLANK SPACE and strong.cottonwoods are: The Outspoken
Wordsmiths, a bi-coastal pair of beatboxing pirates who've taken to shore to
spread their a-cappella antics & circle(A)political poetics By Any Means
Necessary.
Since embarking on an epic zero-budget coast-to-coast tour
in January '06 to promote their DIY debut album, From Our Cold Dead Hands, The
Outspoken Wordsmiths have shared their vernacular activism with receptive
audiences in a diverse variety of venues between Victoria and Halifax. From
basement punk shows to literary events, political benefits to underground
raves, high school performances to bar shows or concerts, an eclectic crowd has
shown appreciation for the Outspoken Wordsmiths' unpredictable stage chemistry,
overt politics & energetic beatbox hijinx.
In April 2009 we will begin touring across Turtle Island [North America],
from coast to coast over borders and in between. Our tour dates will be
scheduled to coincide with Anarchist Book Fairs taking place between April and
September. Our intention is to stop in as many cities as possible
(we've got 30+ cities on our list at the moment; see itinerary below), playing
and promoting live shows and readings, house parties, and in-the-streets
performances. We will do all of this while supporting ourselves as
independent artists, selling our DIY merchandise – self-recorded/produced CDs,
self-published books, 'zines and patches.
You may be wondering where you come into this whole equation. We're
looking to network with friends, and friends-of-friends who are interested in
assisting us with booking, promotion, billeting, transportation, and the
various other details we'll need to manage to make this all happen.
This could include: booking gigs, hosting a house party, postering or
flyering, transportation (helping us find a ride to the next city, or helping
us get gear to a gig), putting us in touch with like-minded local artists,
letting us crash in your living room, informing us of opportunities to sell our
wares (consignment / vending / events), acting as a city guide, informing us of
local open mics and similar events, hooking us up with access to free internet
or photocopies…
We're also looking to team up with local artists to share
stages/audiences/jam space with!
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you are willing & able to help us in any way possible please don't hesitate
to get in touch with us. We look forward to working and playing together
with you.
Your partners in art thru expression,
The
Outspoken Wordsmiths
(Jon) Alex & s.cott
theoutspokenwordsmiths@gmail.com
Ph: (778) 430-3865
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(Jon) Alex Murray / BLANK SPACE
3.14blank.space@gmail.com
http://reverbnation.com/314blankspace
s.cott / strong.cottonwoods
strong.cottonwoods@gmail.com
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PS---
We've got a few tracks of our newer individual and collaborative work (spoken
word pieces, multi-layered beat-boxing tracks, freestyling & beyond)
available in mp3 format. We wrote, recorded and produced all this, and
would love to share it with you. Just send us an E-mail or visit www.myspace.com/outpsokenwordsmiths
theoutspokenwordmiths@gmail.com
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Tentative “Forbidden Texts” Tour Stops:
NEW YORK STATE
Manhattan, Brooklyn, New
Paltz, Waterton
PENNSYLVANIA
Bethlehem, Philadelphia
MARYLAND
Baltimore
RHODE ISLAND
Providence
MASSACHUSETTS
Boston, Cambridge, Worcester
NEW HAMPSHIRE....
Lowell, Manchester
MAINE
Portland
NOVA
SCOTIA
Halifax, Sydney
QUEBEC
Montreal
ONTARIO
Ottawa, Kingston, belleville,
Peterborough, Toronto, Windsor, Collingwood, Oshawa, Mississauga,
Hamilton, London, Guelph, Sarnia, Owen Sound, Kitchener, Waterloo, St.
Catherine's,
MANITOBA
Winnipeg, Brandon
SASKATCHEWAN
Regina
then undetermined FESTIVALS ON WEST COAST
+
Vancouver, BC, CAN
Victoria, BC, CAN

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Thursday, December 18, 2008
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Current mood:  creative
Category: Travel and Places
Greetings friends, family & fans!
It's been a long time since we've sent out a dispatch to the world at large. We've been plenty busy this year, so here's the low-down.
In January the Wordsmiths reunited in Victoria, after Alex / Blank Space returned from an extended visit to Halifax. Recording was soon underway, and Muse-Licks was the result, a compilation featuring artists from the National Microphone Association (including The Outspoken Wordsmiths, their related projects--Odditory Presence & The Soapbox Poets--and their talented friends PeSt, & Proverbial (Charlie & Reid). "On the Rocks," a songbook/art-zine was simultaneously created by the Muse-Licks crew, and March on the Rocks followed--a spring tour of BC's gulf islands to promote the NMA's newest creations.
March on the Rocks took us to SaltSpring Island, Lasqueti Island, Hornby Island, and Nanaimo, and tested our resolve as we faced a reduced crew due to a near-fatal allergic reaction (thanks to the staff at Salt Spring Hospital!). Despite the challenges we faced the tour was a success, as we managed to explore new ground and get our message (and merch!) out into the world.
Muse-Licks has been met with a great deal of positive feedback. One reviewer from the Yukon describes the album as: "...a nourishing repast: sonic sunshine that warms the soul and stimulates the mind. I found the album was reminiscent of beat poetry from the 1950s with a hint of The Last Poets from the late 1960s. ...the message is raw, exuberant and right in your face, suffused with egoless auditory activism. The words exit your speakers with a rapid-fire flow. An intelligent stream of consciousness mind ... adventure with every track."
After we cooled our heels from MotR, summer arrived almost unexpectedly, as it does most every year. The Outspoken Wordsmiths packed their bags and headed out east for some sun-bathed adventures on the open road. We found our way to The South Country Fair in Fort Macleod, Alberta, where the Most Vocal Poets Society welcomed us to their Lotus Land spoken word stage. We had fun pushing the little Lotus Land sound system to its limits before making our way to the main stage for a brief but enjoyable stint on the big-daddy speakers. Our sound stood out from the fair's mostly folk-oriented acts, and we certainly made our mark on the folks gathered.
Next we made our way to Brandon, Manitoba, for the Brandon Folk Festival. We arrived weary after a hectic greyhound journey (luckily no one lost their head, at least not literally) and found our way to the word@folkfest area. We led a beatboxing workshop for about 20 eager participants, and ended with an extended group jam that left us all smiling. We were able to make our way onto the main stage for a few short visits. Our brief stint on Friday evening's main stage caught the attention of one reviewer:
"The musical selections were eclectic, including blues, gospel, reggae and spoken word poetry. Friday night featured performances by Dusty Roads Band, JFK & The Conspirators and FireDance Productions, though the most memorable were Outspoken Wordsmiths. A "tweener" performance, designed to provide entertainment between more major acts as the stage crew made the necessary equipment changes. The group consisted of the Beat Box Pirates who rapped their way through their 15 minutes of Brandon fame. Their message ... and performance was reminiscent of high school motivational speakers ... but with all the kitsch of Fresh Prince & Jazzy Jeff." [emphasis added]
Our favorite Brandon Folk Fest moment, however, had to have been when CR Avery called us up to the main stage to beatbox on one of his songs. CR is a highly talented spoken word artist/beatboxer/multi-instrumentalist who has served as a great inspiration to us both -- it was a huge honor and thrill to share the stage with such a natural showman.
After the BFF we found our way back to Victoria and were soon off to Bella Coola for the Wild Earth Gathering, an inter/national gathering of eco-activists and forest defenders.
In September we returned to Victoria to begin preparations for the city's third annual Anarchist Book Fair, and the one year anniversary of the Camas Educational Society (the parent organization of Camas Books, the worker-run infoshop where The Outspoken Wordsmiths have been volunteering for the last six months). We ran our National Microphone Association distribution table at the book fair, performed at several book-fair-related music events, and helped organize a successful fund-raiser dinner & party to celebrate Camas Book's first year of success.
Since then our focus has been on performing new material at a variety of local shows (including a series of Halloween shows, a Tom-Waits-themed benefit show for our favorite local cafe, monthly arts/cultural festivals at our community house, regular appearances at the local weekly open mic, a fund-raiser for a Brazilian recyclist collective, and more), recording new material in our home-studio for a new album slated for release in March 2009, and preparing new promotional materials to help rally support for our Summer '09 tour of North America.
Thanks to you all for your interest and support.
The Outspoken Wordsmiths: Blank Space & strong.cottonwoods [theoutspokenwordsmiths@gmail.com]
PS Check us out at: Reverb Nation -- http://www.reverbnation.com/theoutspokenwordsmiths CBC New Music Canada -- http://radio3.cbc.ca/bands/The-Outspoken-Wordsmiths/
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Friday, June 22, 2007
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Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Travel and Places
Beggin' For Change Tour Summary
The Outspoken Wordsmiths would like to assure all of our fans & friends that we are alive & well, despite our prolonged absence from the digital realm. Here's what's been keeping us busy:
HALIFAX!
On May 2, strong cottonwoods arrived in Halifax after a red-eye flight from Vancouver (courtesy of Blank Space & his tireless efforts running the National Microphone Association distro table), thus reuniting The Outspoken Wordsmiths after nearly a year of separation. The Soapbox Poets (AKA Alex " Blank Space" Murray & Chloe " Random Adjective" Smith) were on hand to welcome the western wordsmith & make him feel at home, as was & Mina Murray, Alex's wonderfully humorous & energetic mother. They whisked him away to the Murray's charming abode in Lower Sackville, which would serve as the Wordsmiths' home base for the next fortnight. Many thanks to Mina, Wayne & Jay Murray for openly sharing their home with us. That first evening we were off to the One World Cafe's weekly open mic. The OWC had served as the venue for The Outspoken Wordsmiths' Halifax debut in '05. It felt great to return to a friendly space, & to perform together again after such a long hiatus. We put on a poppin' performance & got the crowd all riled up for the following week's open mic, which we would be hosting. The three of us (Alex & Chloe & s.cott:onwoods) managed to keep ourselves busy during our first few days together, what with jamming, practicing, recording & planning ahead for the rest of the tour. Next thing we knew there was a house-show/party happening at the Chebucto House, a local activist/community house. Flags of Convenience & some other local punks brought their wall of sound to bear on the eardrums of those present, & The Outspoken Wordsmiths & Soapbox Poets were on-hand to fill in between sets with some beatbox/spoken word action.
Next thing we know it's May 7, the Beggin' For Change tour kick-off! This show went down in the heart of Halifax at a Rogue's Roost, a local microbrewery/pub. We had a sweet mix of spoken word & hiphop styles on the mic, with local artists Izreal, Howitiz, Miss Meliss, The Local Vocal Improv Troupe ( LVIT), & The IMF sharing their skills with The Outspoken Wordsmiths & The Soapbox Poets. This show got the ball rolling. Thanks so much to all of those who came out & made this possible, especially the Murray family for coming & working the door like seasoned veterans! A few nights later & The Outspoken Wordsmiths were back at the One World Cafe to host the evening's open mic festivities. This was a great night, the cafe was packed, & the crowd was warm as a bed of glowing coals. Once again, LVIT & The Soapbox Poets were on hand to bring their excitement to the mic, & we all worked together to rock the crowd hard. I don't think they knew what they were in for. Local poets Pep Stylez & Native Son also came by to drop some of their spoken word styles on the mic & help cross-pollinate/promote their local monthly spoken word event, Speak! One World Cafe hosts Halifax's only all-ages open mic. There is an amazingly talented pool of up-&-coming artists in Halifax, & it felt great to be a part of such a burgeoning artistic community.
Two nights later our next show saw us at Diamonds Lounge, injecting some hiphop flavour into their weekly electronic night. The Outspoken Wordsmiths teamed up once more with the The IMF (this time performing as The Lowest Common Denominataz), The Soapbox Poets, & the Local Vocal Improv Troupe. Halifax's Breakbeat Elite collective was on hand to spin some kicking breaks between live sets. This show didn't have the greatest attendance (we were promoting 3 shows in Halifax that week), but we did sell a good deal of merch (peopl can't get enough of the patches!) & we were asked by the bar's booker/promoter to come back & play more shows in the future. All in all, a successful night. Thanks everyone!
Soon after our show at Diamonds, Chloe left Halifax to return to Victoria. Us Wordsmiths were sad to see her go after all the fun the 3 of us had together. Now that it was just the two of us, we hunkered down to prepare for our westward journey. Next stop, Montreal, for the Anarchist Bookfair! We packed our bags & merch & mailed them ahead of us, then hit the road with our thumbs pointed skywards. With a little bit of luck & goodwill we managed to make it into Montreal in next to no time. (Many thanks to the patron saints of Fools & Travellers!)
MONTREALWe pulled into Montreal at around midnight on Weds (thanks to Yves, the kind trucker who drove us the last 8 hours into town) & trudged across town to find our new home at Decadent Squalour , a community/activist house near Atwater Market. Our friend Shayla, one of the residents of DS, was out of town during our visit. However, her roomies Alia, Adam, & Sarah welcomed us with open arms & made us feel at home during our stay.
The Anarchist Bookfair Cabaret was on Friday night (May 18th). We decided to go check out the show, & see if we could grab 5 minutes on stage between sets. When we arrived at the venue ( Main Hall, on Rue St. Laurent) we met our good friend Michael Sheely, AKA M-Power. Now we had 3 of the 5 BeatBoxing Pirates united together. The stage-manager for the evening remembered us from last year, when we pulled the same stunt ("Hey, do you think we can jump on-stage for a few minutes between acts?") & was happy to have us get up & share our words. We threw down a quick 5 minute set that was well-received. We've been asked to come play at the cabaret next year, so keep an eye out for us. Huzzah!
The next two days saw us at Montreal's 8th annual Anarchist Bookfair. The weather was nice (sunny & hot & clear on Saturday) & the building was crowded with many familiar faces, from Halifax, Toronto, Ottawa & beyond. We set up on the grass outside the front doors with a display for the NMA (National Microphone Association) distro & sold many CDs, patches, zines & other goodies. Sadly, we didn't get a chance to attend any of the workshops, as we were busy working our little 'table' on the grass most of the time. We did, however, get plenty of opportunity to network/connect with folks.
Saturday evening after the book fair we ended up at Cafe l'Utopik, a little eatery that features live entertainment. One of their employees suggested we come drop a little sound on the mic during the band's break, so we swung on by. The band that was playing before us was this great folksy/polka ensemble that spoke nary a word during their set... We made a bit of a slip in putting together a very wordy set for an audience comprised primarily of francophones. Whoops. They didn't love us, that's for sure, but we held down a decent performance. No worries, though, as we ended up heading down the block to a private party being held in a semi-abandoned apartment block. This was a cool little function, with some DJs spinning some run-of-the-mill tunes as a hand-drum ensemble warmed up for performance. Blank Space worked his persistent charm on the DJ & stepped up behind the turntables to wow the crowd with a legendary solo beatbox performance. He had them eating out of his hand for 5 minutes & left them begging for more. A stellar display of showmanship, I must say.
The second day of the book fair was a little more laid back than the first, what with the weather being noticeably cooler, & the crowd a bit thinner. We were back at the front door representing the NMA & making plans for our future shenanigans (twas here that we met Erin & lined up a show in Hamilton). The best part of Sunday was when the kitchen closed down & the friendly kitchen people gave away hundreds of veggie wraps. MMMmmm, dumpsterlicious goodies for all!
There were so many more adventures (and poutines) to be had in Montreal, but we had to make our way to the next stop... OTTAWA Our ride-share dropped us off at the Dishouse, a crusty-punk community house that would serve as our home base while in the nation's capital. Our good friend Emily from Exile Books (a newly-formed infoshop & activist resource centre) & the rest of her housemates at the Dishouse made us feel at home during our visit. We also got to meet the friendly members of The Crimson Tides, a punk band from Halifax(?) who were staying at the Dishouse while passing through Ottawa. Our friend John Akpata, who hosts Monday Night Scribes on CHUO 89.1 FM, brought the The BeatBoxing Pirates into the studio to play some cuts off the BBP album, perform some live tracks, and talk a little about our tour & how we've managed to travel across the country while sharing our art. John is a talented spoken word artist (we met him at the 2005 Canadian Festival of Spoken Word, he was competing on Ottawa's team & we were part of team Victoria) & it was great to get the chance to talk to him about performing, recording, travelling, & all the rest. Thursday night saw us at the Elephant & Castle's weekly open mic, hosted by Amanda Rheaume. This was a fun evening, as we were still three strong at this point, and we'd all managed to get friends out to see us perform. The bar was quite full & the energy was high as we took the stage & dropped some tight numbers, including Violence, Lips Get Slipped, & Human Rights. This performance served as a dress-rehearsal of sorts for our upcoming house show @ the Dishouse. Saturday was a busy one, as it was both the date of our long-anticipated house show at the Dishouse, as well as the D.I.Y. Fair. We woke up early & hauled our merch out to the park on Bank St, where we set up a little NMA "table" on the grass, alongside the other vendors at the D.I.Y. Fair. It was a perfectly sun-shiny day, & there were many people milling around the park, perusing the various wares on display by the vendors. There was a good selection of hand-made jewelery, as well as clothing, zines, & many other miscellaneous items. Once again, people got really excited to see the wares we were selling, & we sold many patches & items of clothing, along with some zines & CDs. It turns out that the organizers of the D.I.Y Fair had set up an open mic as part of their festivities, so The BeatBoxing Pirates jumped on deck & had a chance to rock the park. There was a nice crowd assembled by the time we took to the mic, & they were diggin' our message & our style. Another great day to add to the list, & it wasn't even close to being finished.... ...Saturday evening rolls around & we lug our merch back to the Dishouse just in time to catch the end of the vegan potluck. Luckily for our rumbly bellies, there were plently of delicious leftovers to go round. We filled our hungry guts, then set about getting ready for the show. Now, to set the atmosphere it seems appropriate to describe the Dishouse & its occupants. The house itself is an unassuming, somewhat dilapidated brick affair with a porch & tiny garden out front. At most times you'll find between two and four crusty punks sitting on the front porch, decked in black (tight-fitting jeans & a denim vest adorned w/ studs & band patches) & armed with cigarettes and/or 40ozs of fine malt liquor. On this night the usual population of punk kids had quadrupled, & the livingroom (adorned with replicas of album covers from some of the 80s & 90s finest crust bands) was packed with studded vests & sloshing beer bottles. Local punks Skunch took the stage & warmed up the crowd, & then we had our chance to assault the assembled ears with our beatbox harmonix & subversive spoken word. The BeatBoxing Pirates were received warmly by the crowd, who really appreciated our political content. We got many comments & compliments from people who'd never seen live spoken word before. Next on the lineup was Mankillsman, a grey-metal hardcore band from Montreal. These guys churned out dark, melodic soundscapes & rocked the house with stacks of amps that nearly scraped the ceiling. A memorable show, to say the least! At this point we were raring to get our butts out to Peterborough, but first we had an early morning radio date with our friend Jeff of the Suicide Pilots. Jeff hosts the Rise Up radio program on Ottawa's community radio station, 93.1 FM , CKCU. He brought The BeatBoxing Pirates on-air to do a little live performance & interview. We had some minor technical difficulties to start, but managed to sort things out & ended up performing some good pieces, including a great live rendition of Human Rights. Thanks Jeff! Next stop, Peterborough! PETERBOROUGHOur good friend & super-fan Mel did us a huge favour & drove us from Ottawa to Peterborough, depositing us at City Hall just in time for the weekly Food Not Bombs serving. There we met up with our good buddy Dragon, thus reuniting four of the five BeatBoxing Pirates for the first time in over a year, Yarrgh! Dragon's friend Danielle put us up at her spacious, colourful house down by the river, where we spent the next few days enjoying the sunshine & preparing for the show to be held there at the end of the week. We played some soccer, dove off the bridge, ate delicious asparagus roasted over a backyard campfire & spread the word about the upcoming show. Our ramblings brought us by Peterborough's community radio station (I can't remember what it's called, & I can't seem to find it on the net...), where we recorded a little station-ID promo spot & got to do a little on-air promotion for our show. Our house show in Peterborough was amazing. There was a good solid group of people assembled, & The BeatBoxing Pirates stepped up & shook the living room like it was a yappy little dog. This was the first time that the 4 of us had performed together in many a moon, but we quickly found our groove & rode it to the end of our set. The remainder of the evening was an open-stage affair, with many talented friends getting up on the mic to share their sounds & voices with the assembled crowd. This was one of those great intimate gatherings that will live on in the hearts & minds of those present. Danielle, thanks so much for opening your house to our motley crew & allowing us to put on a great show! There was a slight tinge of sadness to our departure from Peterborough, as it signalled the disbanding of the BeatBoxing Pirates, as M-Power headed off to unite with his father on his newly acquired sailboat, & Dragon stayed behind to continue his studies at Trent University. This was The Outspoken Wordsmiths' second visit to Peterborough, & we're looking forward to returning. TORONTO
We caught the GO-bus from Peterborough to Toronto & shuffled our load over to the Mudhouse, where we would spend the next few days with our friends Alison, Rob, Gaia, Possum, Terrance, Nicole & Shawn. We'd met many of these cats at the A-Frat during last year's tour. It was wonderful to see so many warm, familiar faces & to get the chance to catch up with friends after a year's separation. Our friends Great Scott & Alex Dimez host Sound Junction, a hiphop show on York University's CHRY 105.5 FM. They'd agreed to have us on for a quick spell during our tour last year, & this time they set aside an hour for us to kick our styles on-air. This ended up being a challenging performance, as we were unable to get our headphones properly set up, & thus ended up performing with no monitor. (Imagine giving a performance where you have no idea what you sound like...) Nonetheless, we persevered & ended up holding things together, & although it was by no measure our best performance ever, we were grateful for the opportunity to get on-air in Toronto again. Here's a big shout out to Great Scott & Alex Dimez for opening their studio doors for us.
On the weekend we rented a little keyboard amp & hit the streets of Kensington Market to throw down some beatbox harmonix & subversive spoken word via a series of Geurrilla Poetry Performances. The kind folks at the Global Aware infoshop on Kensington Av let us plug our sound system in outside their storefront & set up our NMA distro alongside the tables in their front yard. We played a series of short performances throughout Saturday & Sunday afternoon. Usually we'd get on the mic for about 15 minutes, by which time we'd assemble a nice little crowd of people. Then, we'd wrap up our set and encourage them to come interact with us by our distro table. We did quite well in this fashion; we sold a good amount of merch & impressed many passersby with an unanticipated show. It felt very empowering to blast our sounds on the streets without having first purchased an official Police Bribery Certificate (aka, permit) .
Having seized the opportunity to perform on the streets & the air-waves of Toronto, we were off to Guelph. GUELPHThis was our first visit to Guelph, & the fine folks at the Punkalow took us in under their wing & made us feel at home. When we arrived, our friends Bill & Byron, proud residents of the Punkalow, were making their final preparations to head out on a southern Ontario bike tour with their bike-punker pals in U-Lock Terror, & The Derailers. Our initial plan for Guelph was to perform at the grand opening of the Salsateria's new artspace, but due to paperwork troubles the space was unable to open, thus no grand opening featuring your favourite Wordsmiths. :( No worries, though, as the Punkalownians decided to throw a tour kick-off show in their basement, thereby giving us an opportunity to share our beats & words with Guelph's punkiest punks. Huzzah! Now, a short description of the the stinkiest bathroom ever! (It will live on forever in song, I'm sure.) Prior to the Punkalow show, we had a radio date with our good friend Matt Soltys, the host of Healing the Earth Radio on CFRU 93.3 FM. HtER is a talk show focused on political & ecological topics, which meant that our contribution was a bit of a switch from their normal programming. We shook things up a bit, spitting out some live jams & spinning cuts from The BeatBoxing Pirates CD & the Stomp Atlantica compilation. Matt interviewed us in the spaces between, & next thing we knew our allotted hour had blurred by. This show went really smoothly, as there were no technical hang-ups, and we had a lot of momentum behind our performance by this point. Thanks for having us Matt! Next it was the House Show @ the Punkalow! This show served as a Tour Kick-Off for U-Lock Terror & The Derailers, who would soon be hopping on their bikes & pedalling to Kitchener, Hamilton, & beyond. Local punks A Good Story were also on hand to share the stage with us all, & the basement of the Punkalow was crammed to capacity with sweaty, moshing punx. When The Outspoken Wordsmiths stepped up to the mic the mood shifted & became less kinetic, but we were stoked to see the assembled crowd sitting cross-legged & attentive on the floor, soaking up all we had to offer. This show was outstanding, from A to Z, with great performances from everyone, and much love & respect from the crowd. We're excited to return to Guelph; many thanks to all the Punkalownians! We would go on to play 2 more house shows with U-Lock Terror & The Derailers in the following 3 days, making the final stretch of our tour the busiest of our six weeks together (3 shows in 3 cities in 4 days, phew!). Thanks so much to our bike punk friends for providing us with these priceless performance opportunities! KITCHENER Next stop, Kitchener. This was another first-time visit for the Wordsmiths, & we're glad we made the trip. We couldn't help feel a slight twinge of guilt as we rode the bus from Guelph while our bike punk friends pedalled their sweaty buns to our mutual destination. We ended up at Kitchener's newest, & as-yet-unnamed punk-house to play another show with A Good Story, U-Lock Terror, & The Derailers. The Decay was also on hand to round out the bill, & we all put on a kick-ass show in a small, overcrowded & ultra-sweaty room on the house's top floor. Once again, The Outspoken Wordsmiths were pleased by the crowd's warm & attentive reception. It was HOT up in that room, sweat-dripping-off-the-walls hot, thus prompting our host Jessie to suggest their abode be dubbed The Sweatbox, or something equally hot & steamy. We felt honoured to be part of the house's inauguration, & are excited to see what future shenanigans the house plays host to. Thanks Sweatboxers! HAMILTON In true touring fashion, we woke up, scraped the gunk out of our eyes, packed our bags, thanked our hosts & trudged our way to the bus station. Once again, we rode the proletariat chariot while our comrades pedalled in the blazing sun. Our first stop in Hamilton was at the Food Not Bombs serving, where we met up with our friend and host, Erin . We had just enough time to get a bite to eat & drop our bags at Chez Erin before heading to the lil' house on Emerald St, which was to serve as the venue for the final show of our tour. This was another basement show, featuring U-Lock Terror, The Derailers, A Good Story, The Chemical Agents , & of course, The Outspoken Wordsmiths. By this time we were on a roll, having thrown down a good steady stream of performances in the past week. We put together a nice long set, including a good number of tributes (covers) & pieces we hadn't performed together since last year's tour. Our set included Appletree (by Erykah Badu), Release (by Saul Williams), Lips Get Slipped (by M-Power), Theme (by Sole), as well as some classic Outspoken Wordsmiths favorites, Asleep @ the Wheel, Looking @ my Generation / I Want, 21st Century, Anarchy, & Human Rights , & some new pieces to boot: Violence & Death to all Martians! This show was a perfect ending to our tour, with those who'd been with us since Guelph agreeing that it was our best performance to date. By the time we were finished we were coated with sweat & shaking from adrenaline overdose. What could be better? Thanks so much to everyone who helped make Beggin' for Change such a success! (And sorry for those who we didn't mention in this update. We love you too, there's just so much to try to remember.) We couldn't have done it without your endless encouragement & support. And now...? The Outspoken Wordsmiths are regrouping in Victoria. See you soon! Much love to all of our friends, fans & family. Keep in touch, & do what you love! s.cott:onwoods & Blank Space strong.cottonwoods@gmail.com 3.14blank.space@gmail.com www.myspace.com/outspokenwordsmiths outspokenwordsmiths.multiply.com
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