“The Roar Spoken Word Festival is not a James Taylor album. It’s a Clash album.” That statement has been the operating mantra of The Roar Festival since day one. Never boring. Always daring and compelling. Something with a bold spirit and a bolder vision. That’s the ideal, anyways. This festival has been a challenge. It’s a big deal. Three days of events, each requiring logistical muscle and a crew of volunteers. But hell, nothing happens without a pound of sweat and a clear vision, right?
Down to it. I’m doing a reading tomorrow night. A longer one. I’ll be reading for about 25 minutes or so. A long time to read poetry and hold an audience, but I think it’ll be a compelling show. I’m gonna pull out some old faves and tee up some new, untested work. Here is the skinny:
Mike Gravel and The Underground Gynecologists: A Rock and Roll Poetry Show featuring Mike Gravel, JD Lavender and guest Mark Kozub on bass guitar.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
10154 – 100 Street, Edmonton [ map to venue ]
7:15pm to 8:15pm.
Hosted by Mike’s love, Kerry Mulholland
It would be superb if you could join us. I will reveal the origin of the Underground Gynos; the mythos of the (fake) band. Should be rockin’.
StreetRag is an urban weblog and podcast about the city of Edmonton, which is located in the province of Alberta, Canada. It is authored by Edmonton-based writer, web advocate, and poet Michael Gravel and is updated frequently with written urban vignettes, amateurish photographs, deuteronomous audio material, barely coherent musings and rambling ecumenical treatises. StreetRag is a love letter to a lonely prairie burg struggling with its big city ambitions and small-town feel.
The city is Edmonton. It's a subject, not a passion. E-Town is almost universally derided by outsiders as an unlivable tundra wasteland populated by oil-hungry redneck conservatives who despise the arts. All of that is true. But it's not the whole story. There is beauty here. Dusty snowfalls. Brilliant summers. A stunning river valley. A diverse arts community that flourishes. It's a place that inspires a gray relationship - not all good, not all shitty. For that reason alone it is lovable, for what is life but a grayscale?