On the drive to Seattle I heard from my friend
Tricia and was spared another night in a Wal-Mart parking lot. A former
Cubicle neighbor in Richmond, Tricia now lives in the hip Queen Anne section
of Seattle in an awesome house with two roommates. Spent most of the
next day drinking coffee and reading the local paper. After something
like a week of constant rain, I came to the conclusion that to live in these
parts would require a daily cocktail of Caffeine, Prozac, and Alcohol;
preferably administered via a permanent IV connection.
That night Tricia and I went to a CD release party
at some cool Seattle bar. Forgot the name of the artist, it was Rosie
something or other. She was pretty good, and I got to drink some of the
ridiculously hoppy beer the area is well known for. Turns out the CD was
released on the Sub-Pop label, which was pretty cool. But if it was
about 12 years ago then it would have been really hip, but as usual I am a
little late to the game.
Made plans to go out Friday night with my friends
from Burning Man, Bill and Mary. I started to get a cold on Friday, but
figured a night on the town would take care of it. We went out to all
their favorite places in town, got the royal tour of all the best bars in
Seattle, and drank more great Pacific Northwest microbrews. We had a
great time reminiscing about our crazy week in the desert, and making plans
for this year. They dropped me off late, and we arranged to get together
again in the next few days, and then I would go visit them at their house
later the following week. I fell into bed, only to wake up a few hours
later wondering what that godawful noise was. It took me a few
minutes to figure it out, but it was me. Thrashing around the bed and
moaning. Cross one of the worst colds you have had with a top quartile
hangover, and you begin to know how I felt. So Tricia and her housemates
welcomed me into their house, and I return the favor by getting terribly sick
and doing nothing but lying around and coughing on everything for 4 days.
Wednesday of the following week, Bill came and got
me and gave me the insiders tour of Seattle for the next two days. We
had a great time driving around in his Vanagon, listening to Jimi Hendrix
(live at the Fillmore with Band of Gypsies backing him up), and seeing the
It's so dreary in Seattle in the winter they paint their vacuums in bright
colors to cheer things up
hope he only eats air-cooled VW's.
This weeks trivia question: Who is the
gentleman in the picture above?
Bill figured my journey would not be
complete without a pilgrimage to see the master, so we went and checked out
Bruce Lee's grave.
And of course not trip to Seattle would be
complete without a trip to the Space Needle...
View from the top
Along the way we made sure I got plenty of Hops to
help cure my cold. I relaxed during the day Friday, and went out Friday
night with Tricia and her roommate Jeff. We were working up a good head
of steam, and somebody had the beer-inspired idea of finding a Karaoke bar, so
we went in search of one, only to spend so much time looking that we ran out
of momentum. We went back to the house and all stayed up until about 3am
listening to music and talking about everything under the sun (or clouds in
this case). The two of them had to get up at 7am (heh heh) to go
snowboarding, I had plans to get up a little later and head up to Bill and
Mary's for a few days...
P.S. Answers to last trivia question:
First part I goofed a little, it was the 1978 grammy awards, but the answer is
that Elvis Costello lost the Best New Artist Grammy to A Taste of Honey.
The Cars were also in that category that year, so it was double the travesty.
In case you were wondering, the 1977 Best New Artist was Debby Boone, and the
1976 winner was the Starland Vocal Band. For all you aspiring musicians
out there, pray that you do not win this award.
The second answer is the song "Radio,
Radio", and the whole thing is described here in a retelling of the
event that was sent to me from the web:
Let me set the scene: the SNL announcer says: "Once again here's Elvis
Costello" as the band launched into a slightly hyper version of
"Less Than Zero". Elvis is wearing a grey jacket with a dark tie and
a striped shirt, plus narrow-leg blue jeans. As Elvis reaches the line about
"there's a vacancy waiting in the English voodoo" he stops short,
not quite getting the word 'voodoo' out as he starts to turn, yelling
frantically "Stop! Stop!" to the Attractions. The second
"stop" is almost inaudible as he has his back to the microphone by
this point. Having gotten the band's attention Elvis turns back to the
audience and rather earnestly announces "I'm sorry, Ladies and Gentlemen,
there's no reason to do this song here". He then turns back towards the
band and says "OK, Radio Radio... 1, 2, 3, 4" and the band crash,
slightly awkwardly, into the opening chords of "Radio Radio".