This is the first of a series that explores what makes an open mic worth doing—as in organizing, hosting, attending, performing at, or becoming a regular. Not just because it’s entertaining and inspiring, but because it’s a defiant act of humanity.

More Than Therapy

Talking with open mic regulars, I’ve heard more than one say that “this place” or “these people” saved their life. Some refer to their local open mic as a safe place where they always feel accepted. Some call it a second home. Some call it self-care. 

Some say it gave them a reason to keep living, in part, by giving them a reason to keep writing… 

which is catharsis…

which is therapy…

which is healing.

Not many events offer that much, or anything close, to even one participant. But an open mic can and does. Often. 

But I say there’s more. 

I say, your local open mic might just be quietly saving the world.

Open Mic Makes Better Humans

I say the magic of open mic surpasses the obvious  delights of entertainment and variety and spontaneity and the richness of ephemeral creative soup.

I say open mic renews and deepens our humanity, tenderly wrenching us out of our habituated and commoditized selves by placing us in a shared space where a few humans prove that they—and we—are alive by sharing something they created.   

I say this is no accident. That open mic is engineered to draw up our essential and most human faculties: Curiosity, acceptance, and empathy. 

The genius of this engineering is that open mic assigns us-as-audience exactly one job—to listen—and gives us remedial instruction in how to do it. If we accept this job (and everything about open mic makes yes the default answer), we experience a no-shit beautiful shift into a curious, accepting, and empathetic version of ourselves.

And that, I say, makes open mic an act of defiance. Of resistance. A reclamation of what we are when we’re not being “influenced,” or bought and sold by data miners, or co-opted by our lesser inclinations—which the ugly, interrogating light of 2020 (and the 4 years that preceded it) revealed to be damn near a default state.   

Consider Yourself Warned

I’ve spent a lot of keystrokes on the unmissable magic inherent in an open mic—the surprise factor, the spontaneity, the creative inspiration. I’ve written plenty about the unique value of open mic for the amateur poet or musician. 

In my unerringly upbeat evangelism, I’ve kept it pretty practical. A fangirl’s play-by-play of open mics I’ve gone to. Tips and techniques for hosts and performers. Thoughts on virtual open mics.

I stand by it all.

But it’s time to consider just how it is a free (or really cheap) event made entirely out of amateur talent can reliably brighten one intimate corner of a city or town for the people who show up to it. 

I’ll go light on the naval-gazing and stop short of a bliss-ninny rhapsody, I promise. But the goal is to wade deeper.

Cover me. I’m going in.