Melissa Suzanne Floyd appears as Lisa Tomasino in Equations, Letters to Dead Masters, and A Poet in Center City.
This is Melissa and I at a This Charming Lab show at The Balcony at the Trocadero, summer 2000. I was in the mode of warming up for what was to come at the Highwire, several years later. Melissa, before she cut her hair, had the waterfall going. Small show, all rock. The picture was taken by a dude I ran cross country with at CHS: Adam Drescher. Melissa closely resembled the "Psyche" we had in common, who I had also seen in Manhattan, and toasted later in American Writing: A Magazine.
Us at the wedding of Brett Eisman and Meryl Block, somewhere miscellaneous in the 'burbs, summer 2001.
For the shows This Charming Lab did at the short-lived Upside-Down Cafe, on 3rd Street between Market and Arch in Olde City, Melissa often showed up to lend a helping hand. Now we were in the multi-media shit: rock, poetry, fiction, and the rest. Jeremy was always around. Lots of foot traffic on first Fridays; lots of el bizarro walk-ins. Briana Winter and Janet Vodka showed up once from NYC. Hinged, once, also to the Philly Fringe Festival. Still small-scale, though, and sans mania. The Bowie Beckenham Arts Lab was part of my mental landscape about what we were trying to do.
Melissa at Philly Java Company, on 4th Street between South and Lombard, 2001. Philly Java moves us into a just-spoken word space. When we could, Jeremy and I held court there, over coffee beverages and books, books, books. Sometimes there were guitars around, too. The back room then was cozy, high-ceiling'd, and ambient. Goths were constantly crashing there, to warm up for club nights; including Gaetan and his crew. Melissa had a knack for being a chameleon and fitting in. She could blend in with anyone.
Melissa, with the waterfall and on her home turf: Bartow, Florida. Right in the middle of the goddamned state: no beaches. Melissa was not particularly enthusiastic about her home turf, and was more excited by the possibilities of Center City Philly. Not a homesick camper; a quietly ambitious one. Who, btw, could sing, if asked.
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