When he jokes about the heavy snow falling outside, Peter Aguero‘s chuckle sounds like a quiet echo in a deep cavern. But now, after the champion storyteller, a big man with a big beard and piercing brown eyes, sits down and breathes deeply, then begins his story, his voice becomes waves growling along a stony beach. Now it moves as if pulled by mysterious, unstoppable tides. There is a rhythmic run-on that whitecaps into a surprising, lighthearted happenstance. He slows and umms and treads water in the backstory, context, scene. Then he’s roaring forward again, uncoiling words easily, breaking them against the shoreline of the narrative and pulling back, rolling in again, in unceasing tempo. He’s not overtly rehearsed, just confident. This is his story, owned within himself, epic and continent-shifting.
And it’s all about… getting some chick he calls “Doctor Fine” to sit on his lap.

We love stories. They’re the telling of little bits of us, bits that we bring to bear on people we know and love or want to know and love. The narrative arc dances through our synapses; and we are, after all, each the protagonist in our own epic tale.
Which is why it’s so disheartening to hear that, according to The Moth, an NYC-based not-for-profit storytelling organization, we’ve mostly been slinging anecdotes, not stories, all along.
“Usually when you’re at a bar telling a story, that’s usually just, ‘here’s this crazy thing that happened to me,’” Aguero explains. He’s been telling stories at The Moth for a long time, and telling stories his whole life. He speaks about them like an old priest speaks about the gospel. “That’s just an anecdote,” he says. “Stories are an anecdote within the context of your life. It’s the crazy thing that happened to you or the mundane thing that happened to you — whatever — as long as it was a catalyst for some sort of change inside.”
Aguero, who’s won The Moth’s championship GrandSLAM and plies his gravelly laugh and mumbly wit as the host of the organization’s monthly StorySLAM event, is making the small but vital distinction that lies at the heart of The Moth’s art form. The idea has driven them from a group of friends shilling tales on a screened-in porch to an active community with a championship, monthly performances, and a radio show that won a Peabody Award in 2011.