Of Two Cafes

Last night, I went down to the theaters to buy advanced tickets for Better Luck Tomorrow. I was told that tickets would be available thirty minutes before the first showing tonight, which didn't sound all that advanced to me.

Anyway, across from Camera One is a neat little coffee shop called Cafe Matisse. I would call it a cross between a cafe and an art gallery. One of the displays is a series of small wire-framed men who look like they are scaling the wall above the bar. There are also a number of paintings that add to the ambience. So that my trip was not completely wasted, I went in and bought a mocha. I then spent some time reading and writing while enjoying the cafe's atmosphere.

Afterwards, I was walking back to the parking garage, when I passed by Cafecito and heard the sounds of a rock band. Out of pure curiosity, I ventured in. Every Thursday, the have a house band and an open mic night. Because the cafe is only a block away from the university, many of the acts are students.

The most memorable performer was a singer/songwriter named Sonny, who sang two ballads, "How Could She" and "About Last Night". He has such a smooth voice and a light touch with the guitar. There was also a woman who read a moving poem called "Sunday Father" about a once-a-week dad. Perhaps I'm just easily amused, but I enjoy a poem that carefully and cleverly uses alliteration and syncopation.