Posted on April 9, 2012
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15 years ago I was introduced to Simone Felice the poet. The upstairs room of Joshua’s Cafe in Woodstock, NY was dimly lit, and the dark and mysterious poetry of Felice filled the room as he was backed by a group of musicians. I left Joshua’s with a CD that night, and repeatedly listened to a poem about an opium den in New York City’s Chinatown. Although I had never experienced a narcotic high, hearing that song brought a wave over me. Even in the very beginnings of his musical journey, his words had power.