What’s in a name?
It’s raining again here in NYC. Serious, thunder and lightning, shake the building kind of rain. Got my ass soaked heading up to the Bowery earlier. Everything but my crotch and my hair got wet! Two hours later and I’m still not completely dry.
Anyway, I have a favor to ask all you random people that read this thing. I’m working on a new show idea, a monthly format with poets & musicians plus a lot of audience interaction. Think a combination of Pardon the Interruption, Politically Incorrect, Who’s Line Is It Anyway and Arsenio Hall. Something like that.
It needs a name.
There’s two options: one, with me as the centerpiece, a la Late Night with Conan O’Brien. Or, something catchy and clever, like Poetically Incorrect. Preferably a bit more original, though.
Hit me up with your suggestions. Winning suggestion gets a prize. Not sure what but I’ll make it interesting.
And don’t forget, tonight is Acentos. Don’t let the rain make you a wuss. Cheryl Boyce-Taylor is worth getting wet for. Hell, Acentos itself is worth getting wet for! Stop hating!
PS: Who the hell was on here just past midnight EST and apparently read the entire archives!?!?! What were you looking for? Did you find it? Am I in trouble?
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