Penny Players feature tonight

was terrific —

loved the interactive cheese grilling, the filmstrip poem…brilliant.

it reminded me of the old adventurous WAG Open Stage days. (Inside reference, sorry. A lamented performance space a lot of us in this scene cut our teeth on in the late Eighties/early Nineties. It had a Wednesday night open stage that included everything from performance art to hardcore to classical guitar to poetry to acappella improvisation to hostage taking and live shotgun blasts. Those were the days.)

After ward, I cruised Worcester a bit, had a coffee at the Hut, and came home. I’m a sad loser of a hipster, I guess.

Later…