Poetry Beat
During the heyday of my beatnik days at Tulsa's Gold Coast, I joined this totally wacky band that backed up the poets (including me) as they read. We had a guy who played guitar through about 12 different effects pedals at once, and we did really weird arrangements of things. It was totally unstructured, which was great for poetry, but I couldn't handle it forever, so I was outta there.
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