Our promo language says you have to see a Slam to understand it, and here’s what’s more: We’re the ones holding them and we still don’t understand them.
FUZE, the Philly Slam team, gave a powerful performance filled with dichotomies: justice and harsh fact; love and un-love; the smell of both urine and expensive cologne on the subway. FUZE is a must see. Best of luck at the competition in Boston, and Godspeed.
We were putting together our notes for this event and are so glad we have each other to bear witness. Here are some of the lines that stuck:
I know you, Elephant. You’ll try some wily little, “We should go tuuuuuubing.”
“What do you say, Elephant?”
“Needs more, Elephant.”
“I couldn’t buy you welcome-to-the-apartment ladies, could I?”
“’Put down the _______’” but I couldn’t remember what I was holding…”’
Also, there was cake. The cake had a camel on it. I cannot make this stuff up.
Marci. Thank you for coming. May you never get kicked out of a bar again.
LAUREN?!?!!? Who are you and won’t you come back? Please? We promise we won’t make you sing. (Wink.)
Why aren’t we filming this?!?!?!?!!?!?!