The art gallery/event space TMRW Party skulks belowground like a refugee hiding from the shiny new Capitol Hill rising above. Its charm lies in its distinct lack of charm; it’s a subterranean chamber with some junky furniture and a gleaming white corner for performances. Unlike, say, the polished pizzazz of the nearby Sole Repair, this is an event space that puts people first, forces artists to turn it into something special. Local poet (and frequent Stranger contributor) Sarah Galvin rose to this challenge last Friday night with the release party for her first poetry collection, The Three Einsteins. It was less a poetry reading and more a DIY punk show, with pizza and beer and a piñata and balloons and an infestation of cheap plastic kazoos.
Galvin asked five great local talents to share the bill with her. APRIL Festival cofounder Willie Fitzgerald read short fiction about a couple fighting in a grocery store. (Sample dialogue: “Sometimes I feel like, fuck this.”) Stranger Genius of literature Maged Zaher read a few poems about khakis and socialism…