Friday night I decided to find a new coffee shop. Going to Lower Haight to find one was a little out of my way, but aparently coffee shops with open tables AND power outlets are hard to come by, so I figured what the hell.
I knew Cafe International—on the corner of Haight and Fillmore—was open late because I always saw people sweeping up late at night while I was waiting for the bus (and my Franziskaner buzz to wind down). After driving around the Lower Haight for 15 mintues looking for a parking spot, I finally found one and trekked two blocks up to the cafe.
I walked in and it was somewhat busy; a mic was set up in the back of the cafe and several mismatched musical instrument cases were scattered around some wooden tables.
I set up my computer next to a man near the wall—I couldn’t tell if he was crazy or not so I avoided eye contact. High on caffine I set to work, headphone volume on high. Then, a man announced it was open mic night so I decided to take my head phones off and tune in to the music right in front of me.
There were all types of musicicans and poets taking their rightful place on stage after hearing their numbers—written on tiny yellow ripped pieces of paper—yelled by the announcer.
I stayed for about two hours and really enjoyed hearing original, creative SF talent! No covers were allowed, only original works. Brooklyn Poet, one of the later artists, gave a powerful performance. I will definitely be back in the future.