Well in terrible news, CBS is starting a sitcom called Smells Like Teen Spirit, (described as a comedy about "an 18-year-old budding entrepreneur" and his "1990s indie-rock parents".... GROSS!) and the Funhouse is wrapping up it's final week of shows at it's current space. Much has been said about Seattle's premiere punk venue and its impending closing, but I'm just starting to feel really sentimental on how great that space is for our local punk scene... I played my first ramshackle show with my first band there... I've bombed clumsy basketball shots on the patio, saw my friends play in countless bands, got drunk enough to make regrettable eating choices at the McDonalds next door, broke up with people I was dating (and then cried in the back parking lot)... oh, and I've definitely gotten buckets of beer dumped on me while I watched the most insane rock shows that were ever allowed to be done outside of a house party basement.
Nobunny at the Funhouse
The Funhouse somehow always employed the nicest sound people I would have ever thought possible, and booker Brian Foss (a legendary grunge band once informed me that he was a "city treasure") always treated every band that plays there like gold—once he made me a perfect "Best of early Thin Lizzy" mix because I was rambling on about wanted to get more into them. While they look for another spot, I will keep feeling cheesy and sentimental about memories collected at the current space. I hope the Funhouse will find a new location, so we can have some more of the same delightful memories in another era of amazing punk shows.