It's not commonly known that there's a discerning group of foodies that travel from music festival to music festival to taste what America's top trailer chefs are serving to the masses. Luckily, I stumbled onto an extra friendly Canadian as soon as I arrived who was happy to give me a rundown on the mound of fried chunks that he was holding.
Hey man, what's your name?
What are you eating, Chris?
Boneless chicken wings and curly fries.
What do you think happened to the bones?
I don't know.
How is the food at Sasquatch?
It's really tasty, actually! Very tasty!
How is the price of the food at Sasquatch?
Uh, it's a little pricey. But that's expected at a festival.
Where are you from?
Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.
Can you get this caliber of food in Edmonton?
What's better, America or Canada?
Oh, you're going to put me in the spotlight. Right. I'd have to say Canada.
What's the main reason that Canada is better than America?
Alright! We are HERE! Your "Sasquatch Team of Excellence Oh Thirteen" will be yours truly, Derek Erdman, Anna Minard, Kelly O, Josh Bis, and Bree McKenna, with an assists from Jon Essinger (he brought a whole keg!).
So far, it's really windy with a little rain/sun combo, and everyone we have encountered is insanely wasted! And colorful! But mostly wasted.
Kelly O stepped outside the press hut for three minutes and already found these wonderful revelers:
"On Your Way Down The Drain" is a fantastic fuck-you song, perhaps my fave.
Although the New York group the King Bees sound like teens in a garage here, they were in fact a working blues band. In late '66, after three singles and no breakthrough, they split; members Danny Kortchmar (gtr) and Joel O'Brian joined James Taylor's Flying Machine, while organist John McDuffy replaced Al Kooper in the Blues Project.
It wouldn't be the road to Sasquatch without a stop at Bob's Summit Deli* at the pass. And wouldn't you know they have the best book selection! Do I get both? They also had one called Northwest Disasters, but I can't imagine anything more boring than reading about forest fires and fully-clothed firemen.
(Sunset) In honor of Bob Dylan's 72nd birthday, a whole bunch of local musicians—including Garth Reeves, Kevin Murphy, Fredd Luongo of the Swearengens, Ian Moore, and Kim Virant—light up the Sunset with a show devoted to the beyond-amazing Dylan songbook. I imagine there will be the requisite standards—"Knocking on Heaven's Door" is practically mandatory for cover bands—but here's hoping they get into some weird stuff. (I don't mean lesser-known "Sign on the Window" stuff. I mean weird-ass "Wiggle Wiggle" stuff.)
(Cafe Racer) At times, Half-Breed sound like a rough sketch for stadium pop. Like if they had big production money behind them, their sound could be huge and super slick. Which makes the contrast all the better when these delightful pop songs are filtered and presented in the lo-fi/K Records aesthetic while still simultaneously lending themselves to a larger sound. The upbeat, queercore, guitar/drum duo gave an impressive show to a lot of first-time listeners during their slot at this year's 'Mo-Wave festival and gained a bunch of new fans. Plus, it's always fun to see an on-the-rise Capitol Hill band like Half-Breed play the flourishing U-District DIY music scene at Cafe Racer.
by Dave Segal
on Fri, May 24, 2013 at 2:06 PM
The Clark Sisters’ “Overdose of the Holy Ghost” provides the title of a new compilation of ’70s and ’80s gospel curated by David Hill of the Ballistic Brothers and Nuphonic Records. It’s the best track on the collection (which Z Records released April 30), which includes contributions from Shirley Caesar, Sharon Johnson, Norman Weeks & the Revelations, and Elbernita “Twinkie” Clark (Twinkie!). If you like your Jesustastic music inspired by disco and boogie, then Overdose of the Holy Ghost might just be your bible. However, this agnostic dabbler likes his gospel a bit more gritty and brimstoned—check out Numero Group’s Good God! comps for examples. Is that such a sin?
I suppose we all remember "Tan Mom?" Maybe? She was a mom who was arrested for allegedly taking her six-year-old into the tanning bed with her. In all her public appearances she had tanned/self tanned to the point of being brown, like it was fucked up, hence her nickname "Tan Mom." Kelly O posted about this as it happened. Anyways, now "Tan Mom," Patricia Krentcil, has a single out...
David Lee Roth Wrote a Short Film: In which he plays a shirtless assassin who enjoys strawberry milk. Sample line: "In the name of the Moon, I shall right wrongs and defeat all evil." Makes sense.
Maybe She's a Tea Partier: R&B icon Mary J. Blige is facing some pretty serious IRS scrutiny, apparently owing about $3.4 million in back taxes. Between this and Lauryn Hill's recent troubles, it's starting to feel like some sort of conspiracy targeting our favorite ’90s hiphop divas.
by Kelly O
on Fri, May 24, 2013 at 11:01 AM
(Lo-Fi) I was recently handed a sticker that said nothing more than "Yevtushenko. ROOM FULL OF FUCKS." Well, lemme tell you, because my brain is partially that of a horny 15-year-old boy, I immediately ran for a computer to find out WHERE this room could be and WHAT, in fact, was "a yevtushenko." Instead of being an exotic... well, I'm not going to TELL you what I thought (because then you would tell me my brain is fried from too many years of watching HUMP! The Stranger's amateur porn fest), Seattle's Yevtushenko are a new, unsigned, female-fronted indie-rock band. They list their influences as the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Florence and the Machine, and listening to them proves this is true. They're good! You should give 'em chance or, rather, "give a fuck."
by Kelly O
on Fri, May 24, 2013 at 10:52 AM
Insane Clown Posse play El Corazon tonight and tomorrow night. Tickets are still available here.
Violent J, the Duke of the Wicked, is on the left. Whoop, whoop!
Violent J is a hatchet-wielding, face-paint-wearing, wicked-clown rapper character, and one-half of supernatural hiphop-horrorcore duo Insane Clown Posse. Violent J and childhood friend Shaggy 2 Dope formed ICP in Detroit back in the early '90s and have since released 12 studio albums, 21 singles, seven EPs, and eight compilations on their own label, Psychopathic Records. The duo has earned two platinum and five gold albums (!!). They have a large underground following of dedicated and rabid fans known, of course, as Juggalos. I spoke with Violent J about fatherhood, cheap soda, religion, and boobs. He was extremely friendly, and made me miss the no-bullshit attitude of a born-and-bred Detroiter.
You're playing El Corazón May 24 and 25. Why the two ICP Seattle shows?
Well, it's a small club, and it's been YEARS. No one would book us in Seattle for many, many years. Juggalos have a bad reputation, so for a long time, the closest we could come was Portland.
I have to ask. Your songs mention it, your fans guzzle it... why Faygo?
You gotta remember, we started out way back in the early '90s, comin' off the heels of the Beastie Boys and Run-DMC. DMC rapped about Adidas, and that was kinda like their thing, and the Beasties, at least back on their first album, used to mention White Castle hamburgers. Those things would link you to a group back then. When we were sitting around working on our very first songs, we wanted to incorporate who we were. We always drank Faygo.
Why not Vernors? That's from Detroit.
Vernors was expensive! Faygo Cola was only 69 cents for a two-liter. We used to leave the house and walk to the store with no money, and by the time we walked through the alley to get there, we would find at least seven empty bottles on the ground—then we'd walk away with a new ice-cold two-liter of Faygo, for free.
Lures: Playing the Fin Records Showcase on Friday at 6 pm on the Fountain Lawn Stage
Perhaps Sasquatch! isn't your thing—you'd rather let your freak flag wave a little closer to home, in an all-ages, sage-scented, sockless environment, and for free! The 42nd annual Northwest Folklife Festival has got you covered if banjos are now or have ever been your passion, you've been waiting for an excuse to learn hammer dulcimer within view of the Space Needle, or you're just folk-curious, and marijuana recently became sort of legal (there will be deep-fried PB&Js for sale, just saying). Here's a tiny sampling of Folklife highlights that I either selected after careful consideration or chose practically at random because there's so much to do!
Bollywood Show (Fri, 7 pm, International Dance Stage) Yes, yes, YES.
Sleeping in Seattle: A Bed-Making Contest! (Sat, 2 pm, Olympic Room) A bed-making demonstration (?!), where experts show you how to wrangle bedsheets into beautiful origami. If you're like my grandmother, and already know how to make a bed so tight you can't actually sleep in it, then show 'em what you've got for the chance to win prizes!
Fin Records Showcase (Fri, 6 pm, Fountain Lawn Stage) Ballard label Fin Records brings you an indie-roots showcase, with performances by Lures, Davidson Hart Kingsbery, Red Jacket Mine, and Low Hums.
The Soul of Seattle (Sat, 6:30 pm, Mural Amphitheater) Saturday's festivities close with a dance party soul get-down hosted by Eldridge Gravy and the Court Supreme with Soul Senate, Kissing Potion (best band name!), the Braxmatics, and Little Big Band.
by Dave Segal
on Fri, May 24, 2013 at 9:49 AM
Seattle synthesizer sorcerer Panabrite (Norm Chambers) is also a highly knowledgeable collector/selector in his domain of electronic/ambient/drone music. Below is another of his excellent Mysteries of the Deep mixes (now in its 13th edition), which highlights the intriguing work of a lot of superior but way-below-the-radar composers/producers.
Chambers elaborates: "A collection of some of my favorite current artists, people whose work really stands out in an endless ocean of synth and drone. I also included one of my upcoming tracks, an edit from a longform piece coming later this summer, since I feel it fit the overall mood and tone of the other tracks."
by Dave Segal
on Fri, May 24, 2013 at 9:35 AM
(Cairo) Brian Mumford's Dragging an Ox Through Water is not your little brother's Americana outfit. The Portland folk freak of nature sounds like he's more enamored of Arthur Russell than Gram Parsons, as he upends rustic folk-rock tropes with unexpected structural fissures and injects textural oddities that blast away the form's ho-hum-iness. He also sings like a bedridden Tim Rutili (of Califone), which may be a taste you can acquire. Marcus Price makes unpredictable, disorienting electronic music that obeys no allegiance to any scenes or conventions, which is why he's one of my favorites in the region. Huge Rock is a new collab between the Numbs and Secret Colors, which portends strange and wonderful things.