In this special edition of the Durge Report, Sybil Durgin reports on John Cotter and Adam Golaski's reading in Missoula, Montana, without ever leaving the coziness of her Cambridge, MA pad:
Ah, Missoula, Montana. Who new it would be so hot? And by hot I mean John Cotter and Adam Golaski. Arriving late to QuarterMoon Books, I was expecting a typical reading. To my surprise, the room was darkened and a small stage was set in the front. Dim lighting showcased a small brass bed, a loveseat and a wet bar. R. Kelly was playing through the sound system and the lights went off completely. Suddenly, on the downbeat, the stage lights were thrown back on and John Cotter appeared on the loveseat and lit a candle. Adam soon appeared on the brass bed. Wearing naught but a sheet and doing nasty things with a down pillow, Adam let the poetry of the moment speak for itself. This was probably the best reading I have ever been too. I mean, for serious, they had coordinated dance moves and were wearing thongs. Also, John poured hot wax from the candle onto his chest. So, dear readers, think what you will about western Montana, but I will never think of the cold, barren winters that last well into April. It’s the hot nearly naked poets gyrating to the sounds of Top 40 radio that will forever bring me back to this lovely city nestled in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.