I sat down excited, and stimulated by the retro-lounge décor that filled every inch of GIG, a one room venue that hosts original, “no covers allowed”, open mic nights every Thursday. With about twelve people total in the audience, the environment was extremely mellow, leaving me feeling incredibly close and officially inducted into this random assortment of musically, comically, and poetically inclined individuals. Jim from Michigan was up first, a tall, rugged old soul who played acoustics about puffing the times away and loving one another. Very whiskey and sunshine. As he played, the acoustics and sounds filled the entire room, disco ball, spotlight, and assorted color rotating disco ball all a blaze. Surreal; as if I had just taken a time machine back to the seventies, situated in the living room of my great-uncle Jim as he shared with us his assortments of string plucking and mid-Vietnam sentiments. Incredible. The rest of the night warped me through the same tunnel of stranger intimacy, allowing me to realize that at GIG, it was about the present emotions and content over the looks or previous accolades. We were twelve strangers given ten minutes and a microphone.We were twelve strangers, now connected with each other emotionally. We were twelve strangers, with our wedding veils pulled back.
In San Antonio and interested in performing your original work?
I highly recommend performing at GIG.
Most important thing to do…show up with an open mind.