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Tom Smith!

Friday Night
January 9^th
9:00 pm

Tom Smith is one of the most consistently amazing filkers on the planet. In the past two decades he’s grown from a Julia Ecklar fan boy who barely knew how to tune his six-string, into (TAH da da DAH, da da da da, DAAAAAH!) "The Fastest Filker in the Known Universe!" He dazzles audiences with his comic timing and hilarious insta-filks, and has won more Pegasus Awards than any other human.

It’s so much fun being in a Tom Smith audience, even when you know all the songs and anticipate the great punch lines because 1) you only think you know the punch lines (Tom’s alien implants sense when folks are most vulnerable and prompt him to change lines in a nano-second), 2) it’s just as fun watching the filk virgins in the audience falling on the floor in paroxysms of hysteria the first time they hear something like Fenton, the Death Sheep from Hell or Talk Like a Pirate Day, and 3) you will never ... I repeat NEVER ... know all the songs. Tom’s always got a new one in some stage of development and, like the Energizer Bunny of songwriters, he just keeps writing (see tomsmithonline.com).

So, yes, Tom in brilliantly funny, but he’s so much more than just funny. Tom has also created scary (Hell Raiser, PQR), passionate (Heat of the Blood), romantic (Starlight and Saxophone), and heart-felt (A Boy and His Frog, Falling Free) songs. There are so many layers to this marvelous man’s mind and heart, so much power and strength and courage. Tom helps others as he himself was once helped. When horrible things happen, he’s the first one on the phone consoling and being consoled. He bares his soul to the world with songs that expose not only his own hopes, fears, and follies, but ours as well. We laugh and rage and cry along with the man, but he never lets us cry for too long. There’s a line and a giggle and...VOOM!… Tom’s off and running to the next filk, the next concert, the next hug. I usually catch him when the alien implants have overloaded and he’s collapsed and panting, trying to regain his breath for the next blast off.

Tom Smith