
I live in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. There isn't much culture here, aside from the Alabama Crimson Tide, which, to be fair, is as culturally significant as Miro's murals scattered around Barcelona or the Theatre District in Midtown. And you think I'm being facetious. Come on down for a game and some BBQ Nachos, son.
That's why when something like the
Slash Pine Poetry Festival is put together and run with great enthusiasm and without a hitch, it's, well, kinda a big deal. It's the equivalent of building a giant spirally building in Chicago, or, at the very least, a new exhibition at the Museo El Prado.
The venues were swanky, the readers were lovely, the booze was boozy, and overall it was one of the most fun and fulfilling weekends I've had in our fair city in a long time. Three cheers.
And, considering it's my blog and I can't be entirely altruistic, I'll be giving a reading this evening at Little Willie's in Downtown Tuscaloosa starting at 7pm tonight. Hope to see some of you there.