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Open Mic

After not playing out for nearly a decade, I decided to go down to the open mic at Bar Four last night. I have many romantic memories of this dimly lit lounge in Park Slope, only a few blocks from where I live. Among them is winding up there at the end of a neighborhood pub crawl, knowing it would stay open past four a.m. in spite of its moniker. While the ambiance is still in tact, the addition of the stage has not only changed its landscape, it has heightened its vibe. One might say it feels like Williamsburg in the South Slope, but without an air of pretension, which is why I thought I'd give it a shot. The place was crawling with talented musicians and I wondered if I was in over my head. I already made the mistake of eating a burrito beforehand and although it was tasty, it made me gassy, which is never a smart move prior to having microphones pointed at you. Of course ordering a beer to calm my nerves didn't help. One of the musicians who played before me ripped

Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001

My lungs burn with the ashes of the desperate, The last gasp stretches across the river and into Brooklyn, From the roof, the triumphant towers' boastful predecessor, Green on St. Patrick's Day, purple for Gay Pride, Red, white and blue on the Fourth of July ... Now black, The Empire State in mourning, The wondrous skyline, majestic, awe inspiring, Raped while I watched helplessly, Now thousands of people all looking to help Thousands of people who can no longer be helped, New York, New York, the city so nice They built the tallest building twice, A master plan destroyed by a mastermind, Newly fueled jets, United, American, Strike the heart of money and American defense, Allies of Israel, enemies of bin Laden and the Islamic zealot, Thousands of refugees on the Manhattan Bridge, I stopped and stared, the Mona Lisa lost her nose, The masterpiece wrecked, the smoldering tragedy, unequivocal, A ferocious bite taken from the Big Apple, The restoration and mour