B-Boy Limping

It’s no secret that every month or so I like to treat myself to a happy ending. It occurs in the the classiest of places, with lots of beautiful people in the room with me. There’s a host for the evening, Amanda Stern, and a handful of performers charged with the task of getting us all off.

Okay, OKAY! Y’all got me. I’m talking about the Happy Ending Music and Reading series at Joe’s Pub. For my cash guys, it’s the best ticket in town. And it’s original. In addition to reading something, storytellers are asked to take a risk on stage while musicians have to play one cover song and try to get the audience to sing along.

This past Wednesday, there were four participants. They’ll introduce themselves:

“‘O hai. I’m Nick Laird. I haz a wife named Zadie Smith a pug named Maude. Sometimes I read poems to Maude, cuz she’s the best.”

” Kevin Canty here. I’ve written some books and short stories and stuff. Also, my stories sound just as good forwards as backwards. No biggie.”

“You ladies can call me Binnie Kirshenbaum. I write, I teach fiction at Columbia grad, and trust me, I will fuck you up. No lie, bitches.”

“Elvis. Elvis Perkins. Stay awhile, why don’t you… we’re gonna sing some gospel.”

“Elvis again. These are my hippie-chic loafers. No, I don’t know why there’s a picture of them up here. But don’t they look bangin’?”

(Matthew Caws and Richard Price from a previous Happy Ending.)

[Happy Ending Music and Reading Series]
[Joe’s Pub]