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2003 DC/Baltimore Slam Team
"I can't keep cornrows; my hair is too curly, son. Too worldly for the artsy cats, too artsy for the worldly ones. I've never fit in either world since the beginning And it's not that I'm schizophrenic; It's just that I'M schizophrenic!" So goes the sordid path of this New Orleans-born poet/prophet/philosopher/puckerer of Sour Gummy Wally Warheads. Droopy is a 20-something year old well-meaning misfit whose pseudo-clever musings about life as we don't know it have managed to pseudo-cleverly facade themselves as "poetry". The Howard University graduate is the author of two self-published books ("Droopy: Dat Boy's A Fool" and "Feel No Way: The Drew Testament") and has just released his debut spoken word CD, "Slamboozled: The Vitreous Humour LP", which is a sonic smorgasbord of poetry, hip hop, music, and random satirical trash talk. Droopy makes the legal portion of his income through hocking the aforementioned products to unsuspecting innocents, and working as a high school biology teacher at Washington Math, Science, and Technology Public Charter High School in Washington, DC. Droopy is also the host of the Thursday night "Spit Dat!" open mic event at the new Java Head Cafe in Northeast DC, and his favorite hobby is plumbing the depths of utter irreverence in the frequently-updated journal of his new website, www.brokeballer.com. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
So this one time, Chris August was selected to represent the DC/Baltimore area on their national poetry slam team along with three of the best performers he's ever known, and it was pretty much the highlight of his existence. He's been a member of the Slamicide! hosting team in Baltimore for the past six months and performs in the Baltimore, Harford County, and occasionly DC areas. Hopefully he will be putting out a collection of his work in the near future. Even more hopefully he'll be graduating from Goucher College with degrees in English and secondary education in the near future--the billing department is getting tired of harassing him.
Twain Dooley is a relic. He doesn't have cable. He plays records although he isn't a DJ. He drives a fire speed car with cracked windows and a cassette player. He's a veteran of the first Gulf War. He has opened for Amiri Baraka and Jimmy "JJ" Walker. He's been in DC since Wes Vaceld was a Bulet and part of the DC/Baltimore Slam Team since the turn of the century. He owns a typewriter (well, his wife, Gayle Danley, does). He's waiting for Bootsy Collins to make a come back.
As an army brat, he was dragged from Jacksonville to Japan. Currently recovering from blowing out his left lung while beatboxing a poem on HBO's "Def Poetry", he travels the country with his group, the POEM-CEES promoting their newest CD "Paranoia". |
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