Monday Night Open Mic In Charleston

Monday Night Open Mic In Charleston

Music and poetry at East Bay Meeting House

The coolest thing about living in Charleston is being exposed to so many amazing artistic opportunities. Being an Arts Management major has made me realize and appreciate what art and the experiences it brings can do for a small city like Charleston. It makes it unique and provides an environment you cannot find in another place.

One of the most memorable experiences Charleston has brought me is Monday night music and poetry at East Bay Meeting House. I was first exposed to open mics in High School and I am so glad I was able to find a place like this when I got to College.

Every Monday night, East Bay Meeting house would have an open mic for musicians and poets. What I loved about this experience is that there were always more poets than there were musicians which created an awesome learning experience for me. After singing and playing guitar I was able to sit and listen to a lot of inspiring poets from the local area.

Meeting and listening to musicians was always exciting, but the poets opened me up to something I had never really been exposed to before. Meeting House is a very small space which added to the unique feeling of the environment. I was able to connect in a more personal and intimate way while singing and while listening to other performers.

Returning to the same place each week gave me something to look forward to and be hopeful about. I developed relationships with the other musicians and poets which was very special to me. It is not easy to open up and express such deep thoughts and feelings to a group of strangers, but doing so each week made me realize how important that self-expression really is.

There is so much inspiration in watching people organize their thoughts and display them in such a beautiful way. Sadly, East Bay Meeting House has recently ended their fourteen yearlong open mic. Even though it is no longer running, the open mic is a perfect example of a small artistic opportunity that Charleston can offer.

A small little café opened me up to such an amazing feeling of peace and acceptance and I will always be grateful that it became a part of my College experience.

Cover Image Credit: Tallahassee Arts

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To the guy that shot my brother...


To the guy that shot my brother,

On January 9, 2019 my families entire life changed with one phone call. The phone call that my little brother had been shot in the face, no other details. We didn't need any other details. The woman on the phone who called us in full panic told us where he was so we went, as soon as possible. I don't think it helped that not even 10 min prior I talked to Zach on the phone.. kind of irritated with him, and the ONE TIME I didn't say 'I love you' as we hung up. Could've been the last time we ever spoke.. I remember pulling up to the hospital thinking 'this can't be real' 'it's not our Zach' 'this is just a dream Sarah, WAKE UP' I'd close my eyes really tight just to open them, I was still in the hospital emergency parking lot. I could still hear the ambulance sirens coming. It was all real.

The day our life's changed was definitely a test of faith. A test of how strong we were, as a family. I sat in that waiting room ready to see the damage that has been done to my sweet baby brother. Because at that point we had no idea how lucky he got. That glimpse of seeing Zach will haunt me forever. How helpless I felt in that exact moment frequently wakes me up from these horrific dreams I've been having ever since that day. That is a moment burned into my me and families brain forever.

You always hear about these things in the movies or on the news, a house being shot up, someone shooting another innocent person, not to care if they died on your watch. But we found ourselves on the news.. We have been confined to the hospital since that day. Running on barely any sleep, taking shifts of sleep so we don't make ourselves sick taking care of Zach. Watching him suffer. Undergoing surgeries, to repair the damage you did.

Before I proceed let me tell you a little something about the man you shot.

Zachary Keith Wright. A blonde hair blue eyed boy. Who could potentially be the most annoying human on the planet (possibly coming from his sister). A man who loves his God first, loves his family second. Perfect by no means, but almost perfect to me. A 19 year old who was to graduate high school this month. After graduation he was prepping to leave for Marine boot camp in the summer.. being in the military has been Zach's dream since he could talk. Literally. Running around, playing war with underwear on our heads, and finger guns. Some would say we looked like natural born assassins.. growing up he has been a country boy. Let me tell ya country to the core. He loves this country like he loves his family. He believes in helping people, taking charge in what's right, and never leaving a brother behind. He's lived by that his whole life. Until now....

The day you shot him. The day not only did you change my brothers life, you changed his families life too. The day you almost ripped my brother out of this world... for what? A misunderstanding? Because you've let something take ahold of your life that you can't let go you're willing to kill someone innocent over? Luckily for him, his guardian angels were protecting him in your time of cowardice. There were 3 times that day he should've died, the time you shot him, the time you tried to shoot him again as he stared you directly in the face, (even tho he couldn't talk I know you could read his eyes, and he still intimidated you. That's why you tried to pull the trigger again) and the time he was running out of the house. But he lived. A man who was shot in the face, didn't lay there helpless, didn't scream in agony. That MAN walked to the neighbors to get help. Why? Because he's a MAN, and because he's on this earth for a reason.

It's gonna sound a little strange not only to you, but the audience who is reading this. I must say thank you. Even in this situation, this was the best outcome we could get. He gets to live. He will make a full recovery. He will graduate. And he will go off into the Marines. You united my family together. Closer than ever. Thank you. You tested our faith and brought us closer to our God. Thank you. Because of your moment of weakness, you showed us what prayer could do. Heal anything. Thank you. This was a bump in the road, and a helluva way to kick off our year of 2019. But here we are.. all laying in the hospital. I'm looking around as mom is sleeping in her recliner chair exhasted but still here, Zach his awake playing his xbox all hooked up to machines, fighting to heal and get better. And of course I'm writing this letter to you.

See you in trial,

From the girl whose brother you shot.

'Fight the good fight' - 1 Tim 6:12 🤟🏼💙

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You're only dead if you stop living.


Skimming Netflix I found this movie called the Last Laugh. It stars Richard Dreyfus and Chevy Chase, to people I loved to watch when I was a kid. It was about this guy who had walked away from doing comedy for 50 years and was ready to make a comeback. Now if you plan on watching it, I will just say I am going to give away a few things, but I won't spoil it for you.

These men were sent to a nursing home because one's son and the other's granddaughter, didn't want them to be alone. But in there, the only news they got was bad news. Someone broke a hip, or someone died. So what did they do? Lived. They got in a car and went on a comedy tour.

Now the comedian had lived, he was a pot smoking, still having semi sex and was happy. Where the other guy, was just used to working, he never lived. On this trip, he meets someone new, experiments with a few recreational drugs and does what he feels, he learns to live life for what it is.

Now, of course, there were the relatives who caught up with them and made a fuss about them being out there, but they didn't stop. They kept right on pushing to meet their goals.

To me this is life. The one guy got distracted from what he wanted in life but found his way to the path years later. In life, it's the same thing. We always compare our paths to someone else's. Here I am at 36, almost finished with my Bachelor's. It's not my first attempt. I tried a few times before, but it wasn't my path. We are meant to be doing what we are doing right now.

Everything in life is a lesson or a reason. Even if it doesn't feel like it at the time. I used to hate when people were telling me that because I didn't understand the real meaning, but now after surviving all that I have been through and being able to say I am 36. Many people didn't think I would make it here, including myself. But if I didn't I wouldn't have the knowledge to help others out the situation I used to be in.

So don't sit around waiting to die, learn to live and do all the things you want to do. You only get one life, and this is it.

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