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yesterday was spent in seattle, showing trintje and kate capital hill where we stopped at bauhaus books & coffee and spent time at twice sold tales where i really wanted to buy words by john hartford (as in the bluegrass musician from the 70s) but it was ten dollars and so was return to sender by raymond mungo. behind the counter sits a list of store rules (as well as one hundred dumb questions asked by customers) like if you baby-talk to any of the cats you will be kicked out. we had pizza at pagliacci and we went into a tattoo/piercing shop. a man asked me for the time and when i said ten after five he thanked me and gave me a flower but then tried to get me to pay for it so i simply handed the flower back to him. we drove to fremont and visited the troll under the bridge because trintje had never seen him before and then continued on to ballard and after walking around for awhile finally went to the tractor.
you always get a "i heart ballard!" stamp on your inner wrist upon admission and i was able to get kate in for free thanks to the ol' guest list. when trintje asked kate if she could get her a drink kate said i'll have a cheap beer and i looked at trintje and said get her a pbr. apparently when trintje approached the bar she said i'm supposed to get something called a P-B-R? and the bartender looked at her like she was a freak and then retrieved the 16oz? can.
new monsoon was gooood. rajiv parikh sat cross-legged on a couple of pillows, perched on top of a box, as he played the tabla. and phil ferlino, the keyboardist, reminded me of billy bob thornton. a roadie for new monsoon - with a huuuge, soft beard - asked me if i was writing down the setlist and i said i'm reviewing the show and then he said this song is called "en fuego" which means "on fire" and he went on to give me a moment by moment description of the song, what they were going to say during each stanza.
in between bands i met a man named craig who's in a local band called king carroll and he's sending me some info on them and he bought me a beer and he was married.
hot buttered rum was pure bluegrass goodness and several members of new monsoon were in the middle of the crowd, rocking out dancing a jig with everyone else. hbrsb covered "brain damage" (w/ a couple of members from new monsoon joining them) and then for the encore both bands came out (save for one individual) so there were ELEVEN musicians onstage and let me tell you, the tractor has SUCH a tiny stage and it's an absolute miracle they all fit. "buttery monsoon" played a reworked version of jimmy reed's "eastbound and down," changing the lyrics to describe their current tour and some of them held little scraps of paper w/ their lines written out in blue sharpie. and then they played "THE WEIGHT" and my goodness i couldn't wipe the stupid, sloppy grin off my face. we all sang take a load off fanny together and people were embracing and now i have a little memo book half-filled with chicken-scratch notes to sort through, to try and explain to readers what it's like to have an upright bass pulse through your bloodstream or why my calves are so tight this evening.
we parked and trintje immediately began her photoshoot.
the FATTEST cat i have ever and will ever see. i nearly shat when i first saw him (and in fact believed he could be fake). but he wanted to make love to me so i finally picked him up (all two hundred pounds of him) and he probably could've stayed like that all night. this picture really doesn't even do him justice. i mean, this cat was like four times the size of my family's cat. p.s. i have a major double-chin going on.
okay any place that categorizes the sixties as "tricky dick" is a friend of mine.
the birthday girl - twenty-four.
a classic trintje face.
dinner: pizza and beer.
kate dropped a quarter in the slot before trintje could dismount. (this is at a great vintage/costume store called red light.)
oh i would pay money, i mean BUCKS, for one of these wall-hangings and there's one with BOTH jfk and rfk on it, the two brothers smiling ridiculously, and friends if you ever see one for sale, well, i'll become your personal servant for a week or something.
what's creepy is the curly hair that was a part of this pilgrimish hat.
i think of mr. holland's opus.
on the way to fremont. (damn wiper blade got in the way.)
trintje's idea.
sign reads if your lawn won't grow p%?s on it. only $175.
we stopped at a bar - hattie's hat - for a drink to pee and the stalls were self-enclosed rooms with these creepilycute paintings decorating the insides.
this was above the toilet in my particular room/stall.
jeff miller from new monsoon.
hot buttered rum string band (-1).
and as he picked up the flute the demons emerged. a truly possessed erik yates.
the encore.
you always get a "i heart ballard!" stamp on your inner wrist upon admission and i was able to get kate in for free thanks to the ol' guest list. when trintje asked kate if she could get her a drink kate said i'll have a cheap beer and i looked at trintje and said get her a pbr. apparently when trintje approached the bar she said i'm supposed to get something called a P-B-R? and the bartender looked at her like she was a freak and then retrieved the 16oz? can.
new monsoon was gooood. rajiv parikh sat cross-legged on a couple of pillows, perched on top of a box, as he played the tabla. and phil ferlino, the keyboardist, reminded me of billy bob thornton. a roadie for new monsoon - with a huuuge, soft beard - asked me if i was writing down the setlist and i said i'm reviewing the show and then he said this song is called "en fuego" which means "on fire" and he went on to give me a moment by moment description of the song, what they were going to say during each stanza.
in between bands i met a man named craig who's in a local band called king carroll and he's sending me some info on them and he bought me a beer and he was married.
hot buttered rum was pure bluegrass goodness and several members of new monsoon were in the middle of the crowd, rocking out dancing a jig with everyone else. hbrsb covered "brain damage" (w/ a couple of members from new monsoon joining them) and then for the encore both bands came out (save for one individual) so there were ELEVEN musicians onstage and let me tell you, the tractor has SUCH a tiny stage and it's an absolute miracle they all fit. "buttery monsoon" played a reworked version of jimmy reed's "eastbound and down," changing the lyrics to describe their current tour and some of them held little scraps of paper w/ their lines written out in blue sharpie. and then they played "THE WEIGHT" and my goodness i couldn't wipe the stupid, sloppy grin off my face. we all sang take a load off fanny together and people were embracing and now i have a little memo book half-filled with chicken-scratch notes to sort through, to try and explain to readers what it's like to have an upright bass pulse through your bloodstream or why my calves are so tight this evening.
we parked and trintje immediately began her photoshoot.
the FATTEST cat i have ever and will ever see. i nearly shat when i first saw him (and in fact believed he could be fake). but he wanted to make love to me so i finally picked him up (all two hundred pounds of him) and he probably could've stayed like that all night. this picture really doesn't even do him justice. i mean, this cat was like four times the size of my family's cat. p.s. i have a major double-chin going on.
okay any place that categorizes the sixties as "tricky dick" is a friend of mine.
the birthday girl - twenty-four.
a classic trintje face.
dinner: pizza and beer.
kate dropped a quarter in the slot before trintje could dismount. (this is at a great vintage/costume store called red light.)
oh i would pay money, i mean BUCKS, for one of these wall-hangings and there's one with BOTH jfk and rfk on it, the two brothers smiling ridiculously, and friends if you ever see one for sale, well, i'll become your personal servant for a week or something.
what's creepy is the curly hair that was a part of this pilgrimish hat.
i think of mr. holland's opus.
on the way to fremont. (damn wiper blade got in the way.)
trintje's idea.
sign reads if your lawn won't grow p%?s on it. only $175.
we stopped at a bar - hattie's hat - for a drink to pee and the stalls were self-enclosed rooms with these creepilycute paintings decorating the insides.
this was above the toilet in my particular room/stall.
jeff miller from new monsoon.
hot buttered rum string band (-1).
and as he picked up the flute the demons emerged. a truly possessed erik yates.
the encore.