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Wonder of wonders and miracle of miracles, Seattle just got itself an addition to its nightclub scene: Venom. The website seems to be having some problems, but it's supposed to be a "Vegas-style" place in which "The futuristic interior draws from 'The Matrix,' a gray-colored world with concrete surfaces, steel bars and chain mail." according to Friday's Seattle Times. This is good, but the playlists apparently include "Top 40s," which is, to put it mildly, bad. Still, I think I'll at least check it out; this city, despite being so cosmopolitan, lacks a vibrant nightlife. I don't dare to hope that that's actually changing, but maybe the situation is improving, however slightly.

Also, a very cognitive-dissonance inducing moment when I looked at some of our received xmas cards and discovered that one of my cousins has grown up. This wouldn't be a problem, really, except that I saw the photo, said to myself, "who's that hot little-- oh my CHRIST that's [Cousin X]!" I remember this kid being like knee-high and annoying, and now... well, let's just say it's a good (or very, very bad) thing that he's 18. When I was like 12 and crushing on my now-other hot cousin from Oregon, it was fine, because he was at least 5 years older and more distantly related. It just... it squicks me to no end that I find someone whom I remember as being pre-pubescent, at least in person, hot. Reconciling the two images is... difficult.

Oh well. We hardly ever see that part of the family, so I guess it doesn't really matter. Still. Yeek.

Party tonight on the Hill. Should be interesting. Also, [livejournal.com profile] driftwoodsun and [livejournal.com profile] priorysion, I hope both of you are well enough to get together soon!
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Wonder of wonders and miracle of miracles, Seattle just got itself an addition to its nightclub scene: Venom. The website seems to be having some problems, but it's supposed to be a "Vegas-style" place in which "The futuristic interior draws from 'The Matrix,' a gray-colored world with concrete surfaces, steel bars and chain mail." according to Friday's Seattle Times. This is good, but the playlists apparently include "Top 40s," which is, to put it mildly, bad. Still, I think I'll at least check it out; this city, despite being so cosmopolitan, lacks a vibrant nightlife. I don't dare to hope that that's actually changing, but maybe the situation is improving, however slightly.

Also, a very cognitive-dissonance inducing moment when I looked at some of our received xmas cards and discovered that one of my cousins has grown up. This wouldn't be a problem, really, except that I saw the photo, said to myself, "who's that hot little-- oh my CHRIST that's [Cousin X]!" I remember this kid being like knee-high and annoying, and now... well, let's just say it's a good (or very, very bad) thing that he's 18. When I was like 12 and crushing on my now-other hot cousin from Oregon, it was fine, because he was at least 5 years older and more distantly related. It just... it squicks me to no end that I find someone whom I remember as being pre-pubescent, at least in person, hot. Reconciling the two images is... difficult.

Oh well. We hardly ever see that part of the family, so I guess it doesn't really matter. Still. Yeek.

Party tonight on the Hill. Should be interesting. Also, [livejournal.com profile] driftwoodsun and [livejournal.com profile] priorysion, I hope both of you are well enough to get together soon!
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
As some of you already know, I spent the weekend in Eugene, OR. Now, for those of you who are not familiar with the geography of the Greatest Country in the World (also known as the Pacific Northwest), Eugene is a small-ish town about two hours south of Portland. Being there is kind of like being on the Hellmouth, except the demons/witches/androids/etc. have been replaced by hippies, punkers, retirees, and artists. Just as an example: on Sunday, we went to hear a miniature swing orchestra. There was a man who looked to be a very fit 80 years of age, with a long white beard, wearing something that looked like a streamlined version of a band leader's parade uniform, doing what I can only describe as free-form Zen t'ai chi to the Big Band beat.

This, in all seriousness, was one of the least odd parts of the whole weekend.

Oh, and I think [livejournal.com profile] cherrysher has been given the Mandate of Heaven... I'm just not entirely sure for what.

I've finally heard Cherry Poppin' Daddies songs besides "Zoot Suit Riot", and while I had the same problems with their show that I do with all concerts (i.e. having to stand for hours in close proximity with people I would normally not even look at, much less touch), it really was quite good. Steve Perry is a genius of a composer, I'll give 'im that. I met one of the band members, and also saw an old friend from high school, now living in Eugene full time, who came to the show.

I hung out with [livejournal.com profile] swankyfunk and two other members of the Daddies' hardcore fan club, and it was a unique experience. As some of you know, I wasn't really into music at all until around seventh grade, and even then it was only about listening to the radio as background noise for me; I don't think I actually bought a CD until I was a sophomore in high school. I like music, of course, but it's not as... central to my being as it is for a lot of people, and I've certainly never been so into one single artist/band as these women are into the Daddies. I can't at all imagine what that must be like, so I think there's some crucial disconnect that will always prevent me from appreciating their music as [livejournal.com profile] cherrysher and company do, but it was definitely educational for me to see... it was very nearly a religious experience.

A lot more happened this weekend, but most of it was internal, and it involves me only peripherally, so I don't really know how to articulate any of it, and I don't think it's really my place to do so.

Further bulletins as events warrant.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
As some of you already know, I spent the weekend in Eugene, OR. Now, for those of you who are not familiar with the geography of the Greatest Country in the World (also known as the Pacific Northwest), Eugene is a small-ish town about two hours south of Portland. Being there is kind of like being on the Hellmouth, except the demons/witches/androids/etc. have been replaced by hippies, punkers, retirees, and artists. Just as an example: on Sunday, we went to hear a miniature swing orchestra. There was a man who looked to be a very fit 80 years of age, with a long white beard, wearing something that looked like a streamlined version of a band leader's parade uniform, doing what I can only describe as free-form Zen t'ai chi to the Big Band beat.

This, in all seriousness, was one of the least odd parts of the whole weekend.

Oh, and I think [livejournal.com profile] cherrysher has been given the Mandate of Heaven... I'm just not entirely sure for what.

I've finally heard Cherry Poppin' Daddies songs besides "Zoot Suit Riot", and while I had the same problems with their show that I do with all concerts (i.e. having to stand for hours in close proximity with people I would normally not even look at, much less touch), it really was quite good. Steve Perry is a genius of a composer, I'll give 'im that. I met one of the band members, and also saw an old friend from high school, now living in Eugene full time, who came to the show.

I hung out with [livejournal.com profile] swankyfunk and two other members of the Daddies' hardcore fan club, and it was a unique experience. As some of you know, I wasn't really into music at all until around seventh grade, and even then it was only about listening to the radio as background noise for me; I don't think I actually bought a CD until I was a sophomore in high school. I like music, of course, but it's not as... central to my being as it is for a lot of people, and I've certainly never been so into one single artist/band as these women are into the Daddies. I can't at all imagine what that must be like, so I think there's some crucial disconnect that will always prevent me from appreciating their music as [livejournal.com profile] cherrysher and company do, but it was definitely educational for me to see... it was very nearly a religious experience.

A lot more happened this weekend, but most of it was internal, and it involves me only peripherally, so I don't really know how to articulate any of it, and I don't think it's really my place to do so.

Further bulletins as events warrant.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
First act of the festival, EMP Skychurch: some outfit called the "Gruff Mummies" from Bainbridge Island, WA. I've been there once, I think, and these people didn't make me at all eager to revisit the scene of crimes past-- shitkicker music mixed with pop, imho. The next act we saw was a kind of BBVD-ish band, but fronted by a woman, with more of a folksy, blues-ish feel. Still danceable, though.

That was the last non-mainstage act we saw yesterday. The Bumbershoot way of doing things had us waiting in line at 2:45 PM for a show that started at 6:15. Hell of a long wait, but worth it, because...

... Act 1: The Donnas. Never saw them live before, but they are AWESOME. I don't mean this to disparage them in any way, because they totally deserve to headline, but they are great openers. So much energy! Their frontwoman did a really great job of engaging the audience. The lead singer, especially, was dancing around and working her stuff so much that she actually broke the microphone stand. Plus, their second to last song was "Take It Off", which is my very very favorite of theirs and so damn perfect for grinding. I was in heaven.

Act 2: some jokers called the New York Dolls, fronted by some dude who looked like the love child of Mick Jagger and Iggy Pop on the morning after a really wild party. The debauchery practically dripped off him like his sweat... an effect not at all mitigated by the fully-illustrated Hindu prayer manual he had set up on a music stand next to him (... man, I don't know). Music was typical Stones-Bowie cock rock with delusions of indie grandeur, and I was SO BORED. The fact that their fans were moshing like LBC frat whores a few rows behind us didn't help matters.

Thankfully, they eventually left, clearing the way for Garbage. I... was FIFTEEN FEET FROM SHIRLEY MANSON, people. It was a fucking religious EPIPHANY, even though La Manson is startin' to look a bit like a young Maggie Smith, imho. It's kind of a weird effect, but I can go with it, especially when her stage show was so damn intense that the crowd-surfers got even wilder than they had been before, if that was even possible.

Just as an aside? I don't get crowd surfing, especially for women. Given the class of guy all around us, and the generally Dionysian character of such events, I'd personally be afraid of molestation and loss of garments no matter my sex. I mean, sure, more than a few of 'em were so trashed I doubt they would've cared either way, but most of them seemed pretty sober. At least the security guards were good about catching them before they cracked their skulls open and punting them toward the exit.

Anyway: 45 minutes of live Garbage. I was in heaven, even though they didn't play "Parade", which I think is my favorite of their songs. It was totally worth the nearly eight-hour wait. Front row, baby! There are few women (or men) I'd have suffered through that for, but it was so completely worth it.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
First act of the festival, EMP Skychurch: some outfit called the "Gruff Mummies" from Bainbridge Island, WA. I've been there once, I think, and these people didn't make me at all eager to revisit the scene of crimes past-- shitkicker music mixed with pop, imho. The next act we saw was a kind of BBVD-ish band, but fronted by a woman, with more of a folksy, blues-ish feel. Still danceable, though.

That was the last non-mainstage act we saw yesterday. The Bumbershoot way of doing things had us waiting in line at 2:45 PM for a show that started at 6:15. Hell of a long wait, but worth it, because...

... Act 1: The Donnas. Never saw them live before, but they are AWESOME. I don't mean this to disparage them in any way, because they totally deserve to headline, but they are great openers. So much energy! Their frontwoman did a really great job of engaging the audience. The lead singer, especially, was dancing around and working her stuff so much that she actually broke the microphone stand. Plus, their second to last song was "Take It Off", which is my very very favorite of theirs and so damn perfect for grinding. I was in heaven.

Act 2: some jokers called the New York Dolls, fronted by some dude who looked like the love child of Mick Jagger and Iggy Pop on the morning after a really wild party. The debauchery practically dripped off him like his sweat... an effect not at all mitigated by the fully-illustrated Hindu prayer manual he had set up on a music stand next to him (... man, I don't know). Music was typical Stones-Bowie cock rock with delusions of indie grandeur, and I was SO BORED. The fact that their fans were moshing like LBC frat whores a few rows behind us didn't help matters.

Thankfully, they eventually left, clearing the way for Garbage. I... was FIFTEEN FEET FROM SHIRLEY MANSON, people. It was a fucking religious EPIPHANY, even though La Manson is startin' to look a bit like a young Maggie Smith, imho. It's kind of a weird effect, but I can go with it, especially when her stage show was so damn intense that the crowd-surfers got even wilder than they had been before, if that was even possible.

Just as an aside? I don't get crowd surfing, especially for women. Given the class of guy all around us, and the generally Dionysian character of such events, I'd personally be afraid of molestation and loss of garments no matter my sex. I mean, sure, more than a few of 'em were so trashed I doubt they would've cared either way, but most of them seemed pretty sober. At least the security guards were good about catching them before they cracked their skulls open and punting them toward the exit.

Anyway: 45 minutes of live Garbage. I was in heaven, even though they didn't play "Parade", which I think is my favorite of their songs. It was totally worth the nearly eight-hour wait. Front row, baby! There are few women (or men) I'd have suffered through that for, but it was so completely worth it.

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