Open Mic Night... the bastard-child of Karaoke. A local St. Louis club encourages Wednesday-night patrons to express their show business fantasies... {sometimes} at the expense of the crowd. This particular evening featured Erin singing Bobby Jean or Billy Jack or Bobby McGee or something like that, while Noodles belted out a smoove improv rap. Pepe, the owner of the place, sang like a Stone Temple Pilot and offered a pinch-me-am-i-dreaming deal: he'd post my photos of him on his web site if I sent them to him.