My bandmate, the very excellent drummer Lelah Maupin, is participating in the Seattle Rock Lottery tonight! (Megan already posted the gist of this awesome idea, here.) Way to go Lelah!
"These are my bandmate's names. I drew them out of a straw cowboy hat."
Lelah's currently in a practice space in SoDo with her new bandmates for the day: Scott Johnson, Chris Brokaw, Jon Wooster, and Derek Fudesco. They met up for the first time at 10am this morning and will be performing as a band tonight at the Crocodile! I called her during a break. She's very hungover.
So, do you have a band name yet? Not yet. We were talking about Walmart for a name. I'm pushing for Walmart. There was also talk of Shitty Phone Recording. Shitty Phone Recording, the band. We all bonded about how you have to record shitty phone recordings of songs during practice sometimes. How are the songs going? Good. The first thing I had to do was 3/4. Slow serious waltz beat. I'm so bad at slow waltz beat. But the first song sounds good, I'm comfortable in my waltz now. We have a section of the song we can't stop calling "mind fuck" and "second mind fuck." How many songs do you have to do tonight? We have to play three to five songs. I think we're all underachievers leaning on three. There's a limit of one cover. We might not do a cover. Wait, "Call me Maybe." Maybe. Whose practice space are you at? John's. It's right across from the giant Starbucks building. With the looming lady. Who plays what? Scott is playing guitar and maybe some keys. Derek is playing bass. John is playing bass. Chris is playing guitar and melodica. There are two melodicas here actually, we got two melodicas somehow. And two bass players. Nice. I keep thinking it's a battle of the bands, and I'm like, are we gonna win? But it's a benefit. Now we're just competing with each other. Anything else you want to say? So far it's really fun! And funny! Let me put you on speaker phone. [All I can hear is wooing. And I think someone says, "It's gonna be crazyyyyy!!!" Then more wooing and some instrument plunking.] Okay! Have a great show!
Go see Walmart / Shitty Phone Recording (or whatever they decide on) tonight, along with four other single-serving bands! Crocodile, 10pm, $10-15, 21+
Want something cool to do in the next half hour? 'Course you do.
Head over to Moe Bar and catch wicked DJ sets by Lacey Swain (Sub Pop), Ruben Mendez (Hardly Art), and THEESatisfaction (WOO!!!). Ruben will kick things off at 6:45, and there is a rumor of "free stuff" being there as well.
Tune in to 94.9FM to hear The Conversation if you give a shit about record stores. It's streaming online HERE! Also they want folks with opinions and stories to call in/email... tell 'em whatcha think!
In this week's Underage column, I say you should go see new Seattle band Health Problems right now. I sat down with them recently at their incredibly hangoutable chillzone/practice space at Crybaby Studios and asked them a few questions as they passed around a mason jar larger than my head full of coffee.
You're not from around here, are you? Ian Kurtis Crist (howls): None of us are from the Northwest. I guess I'm from the North Northwest. I'm from Alaska, so. And he's from... Dan Shaw (bass): I'm from Massachusetts, and I moved out here two years ago for graduate school. David Dempsey (drums): Me too, I moved out here exactly two years ago. Dan: But I didn't know you guys... Ian does a solo project called Bat, and I had seen one of his performances in a basement at a house show in the U-District. His performance was pretty nuts and I just thought 'I need to start a band with this guy.' Ian: We used to have a different drummer, Zach. [Health Problems] started when Zach and Dan were jamming and then I showed up, it was super nonchalant. They had a recording of what our song "Homophobic Father" is now. It was just bass and drums, but it was like, "you're here, you wanna add anything to this?"
Roo and Felix and a gallon of water. And a banana.
Shut it down. Hold the phone. I walked past Vita and spotted Felix the cat, calmly sitting in his owner Roo's lap BEING SWEET AS CAN BE ON A LEASH! He looked right at me, meowed, and CONTINUED TO BE SO SWEET. I don't think he cares one bit about being on a leash. A PINK LEASH.
I have so much to do right now, but now my whole day has been blasted by ultimate cuteness. I will only think about Felix. Sorry everyone, the music section of the Stranger will not be running next week, only a giant picture of this cat.
It's getting down to the wire, friends. Hopefully by now you've received your ballot and filled in the APPROVE bubble for R-74 (and, you know, avoided voting for Jesus). BUT THERE'S MORE YOU CAN DO TO HELP! Washington United for Marriage has a match in place until midnight tonight, which DOUBLES all donations. If you can donate, you should.
While we're on the subject, Music for Marriage Equality project manager, Kerri Harrop, just received an anonymous donation of $7,500 from a local musician and his wife on her fundraiser page. The majority of donations to MME have been made by Seattle DJs, band members, and bar owners—way to go music community! Click here to donate—there is a $20,000 goal in place, and it's currently just $2,000 shy.
This is Boe Oddisey of The Boe Oddisey Scarf Dance and Art Company. Boe was basking and doling to the J Rocc, Dam-Funk, Nosaj Thing, and Supreme La Rock of the Decibel Do-Over in the sun at the Broadway Performance Hall Plaza. Boe came to Seattle from Bremerton in 1971. He says, “Celebrate and seize the day.” Boe gives out hugs, and art, and is available for private parties. I love Boe. He’s a beautiful addition to our city. He says, “All fan mail welcomed at PMB B40, 1463 E. Republican St, Seattle, WA, 98102. Exotic and/or all age scarf dancing, comedy, abstract, acrylic painting, massage for you. Clean, sober, tobacco free, vegan option on life. Just do it. The time is now. We are here.”
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Just minutes ago Seattle band Mountainss rolled up outside one of the Block Party exits on 11th Ave and confused/shocked/entertained/enthralled onlookers with their maze of experimental/nutso/math rock. A small circle of people grew into dozens, then maybe hundreds? Or at least a hundred. Bubbles were blown, beach balls were thrown, and jaws were dropped.
The Numbs is Seattle resident Jeff Johnson, formerly one half of the defunct "junk-funk" duo U, who's got a tape forthcoming on Couple Skate Records. Johnson will open tomorrow's thing, which is a benefit to get the venue a new PA, and will also feature Naomi Punk (who have a punishingly gorgeous record out on Couple Skate as well), The Mellennials,* Half Gift, and Stephanie. This is a BBQ thing, so I don't really know when it starts, but today is the last day it's supposed to be sunny for a while, and if you tell me you don't need som jams and BBQ before the shit weather comes again, I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING LYING.
(Barboza) Deadkill are the latest to offer a recording on Nik Christofferson's Good to Die label. (Wait five minutes and the man will surely have snatched up yet another promising hard/heavy outfit from this city or, do I venture to guess, Portland?) Deadkill feature Absolute Monarchs drummer Mike Stubz on guitar, and they specialize in finding one or two jagged riffs per song and then suturing them into your brain. Add to that some brawny drums and Bryan Krieger running around in his underwear and screaming a bunch of shit, and you've got yourself one giant beer blast of a record-release show. GRANT BRISSEY
The seven-inch is out May 22, available on Good to Die Records and in finer Seattle record stores, and, I imagine, tomorrow night at Barboza.
I learned from a web site how to make a disposable razor from common household items. If I made my own razor, I would shave every hair off my body. When I do something, I do it until everyone is bald. In an age when everyone instantly knows how to do everything, do you want me to do what everyone does? Do you want it done fast, or do you want it done until you’re completely hairless?
This is the perfect album to make out to until the slaughterhouse noises, the balloons squeaking, and the William Shatner monologue. Because this is the only album anyone owns, passion is always bittersweet.