The scariest room in San Diego is a coffee house on Adams Avenue where nobody is drinking enough to be polite about it. There is no bar noise to hide inside. If the song does not work, you find out inside a silence that is paying complete attention.
Which is exactly why this room has produced so many people who can now play anywhere. The list runs from regulars who have been signing up for years to somebody holding a borrowed guitar for the first time in their life, and the night treats both the same. Singer-songwriters, acoustic bands, a solo instrumentalist, the occasional comic or spoken-word performer who wandered in off the avenue. Every name gets a real slot. Nobody gets talked over.
Monday evenings in Normal Heights, sign-ups early, no cover, coffee in your hand. Send it to the person who has been writing songs for a decade and playing them for nobody.