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Entry Three:


Reporting from somewhere in Georgia: Three combat vets overnight in a dry county is bad (praise his name), three combat vets in a dry county while on a spoken-word, book voyage is far worse.

In route to Atlanta’s Clermont Lounge, tonight we deliver our fourth event in the Verses and Curses Tour. To date, each gig has been in a completely different venue; from bar, to coffee shop, to museum, and now arguably the seediest strip club in all Christendom. Before talking a bit about what we expect tonight, it is only fitting to hit on a few highlights from our last one.

Ever read in closed museum? Ever read in a closed museum to sixteen people who are unable to imbibe on a coffee, or a beer, or both? Well, then you haven’t lived… or joined us at the National Museum of the Marine Corps to throw down on some prose and free-verse only a grenade toss away from hung planes and quotes by Army generals.

Murphy was bound to grace us at some point, and this one seemed to be it. Between the inclement weather and the resulting wrecks, guests eventually hobbled in to get out of the rain. After a bit of wandering around the main hall, they were directed (usually by one of us) to grab an open seat in the front row. At 630 we kicked things off. At 631 we knew Murph’ was bested and it was going to be a good night.

In intimate settings, with the acoustics of a cave and lighting of about the same, the ability to deliver words is perhaps at its best. This is made all the more so when audience distractions are at a minimum—no drinks, no foot traffic—Guess I’m bolted in here.Hey, these guys are saying a thing or two I like.

Two brave souls emerged from the darkness of the movie-theater seats to join us on stage. Leo Cunningham, a former Recondo who also now works professionally in the arts, and Mac from Pipes & Pages. Both fantastic contributors (as well as fun additions to the post-read Applebee’s takeover), the night’s reads were especially nostalgic, and contemplative of the human condition once emerged in warfare.

All and all, a successful night. Friends made, books signed, and an honor to be received yet again by the museum.

Tonight, however, will be a vast departure from the respectful displays and bleached floors. Word has it that at least one more Recondo and a slew of Army Rangers are kitting up to make entry. The dancers have been briefed that we will own the stage for an hour, but if things go as hoped, we can share the space and turn some spoken word into some righteous interpretive dance.

Back soon.


—David Rose