Free! Mudhoney! Insanity!
14 Feb 2010 Leave a Comment
in Mudhoney, Music, Seattle Tags: Neumos, New Belgium
I got into the free Mudhoney concert at Nuemos on Monday, 20 minutes into Mudhoney’s set, and it was a blast!

It was also the launch party for New Belgium Brewing Company’s Ranger IPA, and at first the ads were saying you had to buy a New Belgium brew at Moe Bar to get the free ticket to the show. Now, I can’t have beer these days due to the carbonation and my gut problem, so I was thinking I should bring someone and treat them to two beers, or treat someone who didn’t want to go to a beer, buy myself something I can drink, and go on the extra ticket.
Then the ads started saying free, and that the ticket for the beer wasn’t needed to get in, and would only get you in early; and I started thinking this sounded like insanity, remembering the crowd for the free show at West Seattle Fest last summer and knowing you couldn’t pack them all into Neumos.
So, I was having second thoughts. It’s going to be crazy. . . Too many people. . . No way will I ever get in. . . It’s late on a work night. . .
Seattle Weekly’s review kept me thinking about it though, and totally made me laugh, and remember how much fun and totally awesome this band is (ahem, cover your eyes if you’re easily offended):
Though Mark Arm may be the face of Mudhoney and Dan Peters its solid backbone, their essence, longevity and allure are all on the sinewy shoulders of one of the most unheralded, pillaged and plagiarized guitarists on the history of our sordid scene, Steve Turner. Mr. Turner has been giving music-loving ladies of Seattle girl boners for the last twenty-some years with his “better with age” good looks (unsuccessfully hidden by nerdy glasses) and guitar hooks so slutty they don’t bother wearing undies. It’s the band’s aggro-sexuality that most separates them from their G-word counterparts. Maybe, if that’s your thing, you can make love to Pearl Jam’s Ten, but you can GET IT ON to Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge. Mmm-mmm-mmm, ‘nuff said. With Sleepy Sun. Tickets available on FRIDAY when you get a New Belgium 1554 in Moe Bar. Tickets get you first in on the night of the show. MA’CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR
Mon., Feb. 8, 8 p.m., 2010
OK, even if she does diss Pearl Jam, one of my favorite bands, and totally neglects Guy Maddison (who’s underrated since he’s not an original member of Mudhoney), it is pretty funny. . .and reminds me why I want to see the show, even if I have seen them twice in the last 6 months!
“. . . guitar hooks so slutty they don’t bother wearing undies. . .”!
OK, I know what you’re thinking, and don’t worry that punch line’s coming up later in the post. . .and I’m the one so priggish I always spell out South Lake Union Trolley. . . Yes, someone was wearing a “Ride the S. . .” t-shirt to the show.
I didn’t finally decide to go until midday Friday, as Neumos was tweeting about the free Mudhoney show. Then I started talking myself into it. I had to take care of a few things first, though, so I was running late. When I realized it was going to be 9:20 pm when I got there, and the show started at 9 pm, I thought, “No way.” Still, I got in the long and slowly moving line, or rather one of the long lines (there was a separate one for people with the free tickets from the beer company).
By 11 pm, when Mudhoney started playing, some people had given up and left (which, considering the club was at capacity all night, was probably the intelligent thing to do), all those with tickets were let in, and I was right at the head of the remaining line. Yes, I was the one they cut the line off at. Well, it has to be someone. . .
They were at capacity, but there was still a chance they might still let someone in. Besides, I could hear the music pretty good, and figured at least I’d catch a few songs before they sent us away. . .
I know they started on this one, although I missed Mark Arm’s plea for the tragic situation in New Belgium they were playing this benefit for. ; ) Little did Mark know how tragic it was. While I was waiting earlier a guy with a ticket came out and told his friends ahead of me in line they were giving away the New Belgium Ranger IPAs and they were all out of beer (or at least that beer). The guy with a ticket bought his friends some food from the Fish Fry next door to Neumos to eat while waiting, and they all got in before the show started.
I could hear this one from outside as well:
So I was outside, hanging out with security, hearing some of the music. It was kind of like tabling some shows for Amnesty International. Although, a lot crazier. Security was definitely being kept busy that night. A free show at capacity, a long line of people without tickets still hoping to get in, they promised the brewery lady they’d let anyone with tickets in, no matter how late they got there, a few people trying to slip in anyways, and one actual fight, or at least a guy getting punched.
Now, here’s what gets me about the 3 “observe and report” bus tunnel “security officers” who let the 15 year old girl get beat up and robbed right in front of them (well, one the things, that’s for another entry). . .at Neumos when a guy punched someone, security physically brought him out of the club and the guy who was punched to talk to the police who they called. One guy was claiming to us in line the guy who was punched had it coming because he was mouthing off and had been warned, but I don’t consider that an excuse. If he’s disruptive enough, let security deal with it, but it’s a club show, you can move away. . .
Security was kept busy inside as well, especially pulling people off stage all night (in the song above, as Mark Arm sings “Keep it out of my face!”). I’d hate to see what the show would have been like if Neumos had a hands off, “observe and report” security detail. . .
I did get in! Somebody handed me a golden ticket! No, better yet, a New Belgium ticket! A young guy started walking in, saw the line outside and joked about how much would his ticket go for, then asked who wants to be his best friend for life, he had an extra ticket to give away. The young guys behind me all said I should get it, since I was first in line. I asked the security guy, and it was okay.
So, after 2 hours, 20 minutes into Mudhoney’s set, I walk in and there they’re going full steam on stage. I’m able to get up fairly close on Guy’s side of the stage (and even had first a drink of water, then a drink after the first song, finding my way back in a little after getting rid of the plastic cups).
Oh, yeah, they were playing this one when I entered:
After just blowing my image on this blog. . . Oh, well, I’ve never left any delusions on the young part here, but. . .
The Stranger, by the way, usually smuttier than the Weekly, referred to the band as “sweet old things” . . .
What I love about these guys is they’re just consistently good. They just come out and completely rock the crowd all night. This is the Seattle audience other people imagine, given our long history of rock; not the politely standing around looking halfway bored Seattle audience those of us who live here know too well.
They rocked out right through their encore, closing on this one, which I actually YouTubed myself:
I’m just amazed how the band never misses a beat while security is pulling all those people off stage all evening, either.
It was over fairly early for a club show, and I caught a bus around 12:30 am, that almost didn’t get going for awhile as some guy was arguing with the driver over brining his ice cream cone on board, then after he finally ditched that, his buddies trying to talk him out of eating the rest of his fast food on the bus, so the rest of us could get home. . .
Rocking and Rolling Around Outerspace
12 Feb 2010 Leave a Comment
in EMP, Mudhoney, Museums, Music, Pearl Jam, Seattle Tags: grunge, Jimi Hendrix, Star Trek, The Jetsons
I finally visited the Experience Music Project/Science Fiction Museum (EMP/SFM) last Thursday, continuing my free tour of museums. I was a little too early for the Taking Aim rock and roll photo exhibit which opened Saturday, though.
I’m not sure how I resisted it so far. It’s not like I haven’t walked by the wavy, smashed guitar/giant bug crawling over the Sci Fi collage, Paul Allen funded extravaganza on my way into Seattle Center many times. . .

The EMP/SFM is free on first Thursdays from 5 – 8 pm, so I headed over after work, following the monorail line through Belltown (and stopping to snap pictures as I went).

After I checked my backpack (not required, but mine is heavy, coming from work), and checking photo policies (OK without flash), first I checked out the robot in the lobby. Which way to go next? I could have either started out with Sci Fi Museum or headed up to the EMP where a bluegrass band was playing.

Geek that I am, I headed to the Sci Fi Museum. The Captain’s chair was beckoning. Oh, yes, Captain Kirk’s seat and Kirk and Spock’s uniforms. Memories of my childhood now looking antique and on display in a museum.
Yes, that’s right, I saw them in their first run (but I had to be in my pajamas first)! Seems like it was yesterday. . .

I was especially shocked to see how bulky and clumsy the original Star Trek tricorder and communicator were. The cell phone in my pocket (free, with contract renewal) is considerably more sophisticated. . .

Of course there’s more than Star Trek, with other tv series & film memorabilia, and sci fi books and magazines.

Oh, cool! Another blast from the past of my childhood – The Jetsons’ world in 3d. . .
Just perfect for being in the shadow of the Space Needle. . . but, wait. . . it morphs into the darker worlds of Bladerunner and The Matrix. . . What happened to our future?

Then there’s this tripping wormhole appearing on the floor as part of the current Gelatine Lux glass art installation.

Before heading over to check out the rock and roll half of the museum, I looked for the restrooms. . .

So wonderfully geeky, yet so perfectly the Seattle way of inclusion. . . We don’t want female robots confused on which one to go in. : )

OK. Time for some rock and roll! The guitar art installation. . .

Ahh, Jimi! Gone too soon!
I remember hearing Hendrix from my older brother’s bedroom in the 60s. . . Yes, I remember the 60s. It probably helps that I was a kid at the time, and took nothing stronger than Fruit Loops or Cocoa Puffs!
Still, this is trippin’. . . It’s like the Twilight Zone. . . How did my childhood end up in a museum?

One of Jimi’s guitars. a little worse for the wear. . .
Especially check out the videos. There’s a small theater playing his life in 4 or 5 sections.

There’s more, though, including more music from Seattle and the Northwest. Bing Crosby. The Kingsmen. The Ventures. . .

Surf’s up!
That’s not all. . . Wait. . . I’m still in the 60s here. . . Moving into the future. . .

Grunge! Wait. . .Grunge? . . . in . . . a . . . museum already? I just figured out what grunge is about a decade after it happened. I thought I was pretty hip. Nirvana? Pearl Jam? I just went to their show. . .
OK. . . free concert in Magnuson Park. . .That’s history. . .
I’m just happy when the whole band actually plays Seattle (and totally spoiled by all Mike McCready’s charity gigs). . .
Wait. . . Another familiar band. Mudhoney? They’re playing a free gig at Neumos a few nights after this.
OK. They’re not quite so young anymore (who is)? Love the hair thing they got going. . .and Mark’s primal scream!
Still. . . I saw them Monday night. . . and they are not ready to be put in a museum yet. . .

Finally, I checked out the sound lab. There were kids cutting their own records, err. . cd’s? . . .ok, maybe mp3s. . . and drumming on this groovy table!
Farout! . . . but how did my childhood get in a museum?
Mudhoney next. . .bringing me somewhat into the modern era. . .
OK. . . even the band looks confused when I flash peace signs during an anti-war song. . .
I may be out of touch even for the 90’s. . .
Dusty 45s for the Homeless
06 Feb 2010 Leave a Comment
in Homeless, Music, Seattle, The Dusty 45s Tags: Chuckanut Drive, DESC, Triple Door
A week ago Friday I went out to see the Dusty 45s again! New Year’s Eve wasn’t enough. This time they were rocking the Triple Door for a two show benefit for DESC (the Downtown Emergency Service Center), an organization that helps the homeless.

I went to the second show and missed all the dignitaries like Congressman Jim McDermott and Senator Maria Cantwell who were at the first show. Photos of them are currently on the DESC site’s Gimme Shelter 2010 thank you page. As the DESC article on the event points out, this was one night after the annual One Night Count, which identified over 2,700 people living outdoors in King County. See the Seattle/King County Coalition on Homelessness for more information:
http://www.homelessinfo.org/one_night_count/
There was another band that sounded pretty good playing the Triple Door’s Musicquarium Lounge as a approached the ticket counter to ask about will call. They were also playing pretty loud, which led to pantomime to find out how to get to the check in for my tickets. I had a little time to wait after that before they let people in to the main stage area, and got to listen in the lounge a little while and check out the groovy fish in their huge aquarium.
I was surprisingly close to the stage, given I had waited until nearly the last minute to buy a ticket, given the state of my own finances. This was my first time at the Triple Door, and I liked it, even though it’s a bit too classy for me at the moment and I found that a little intimidating. I ordered a ginger martini, which was very delicious and took me the whole night to finish, saving me from feeling guilty about not ordering anything else the whole night. It was strong, I would not want to try it if I had one hour instead of four to drink it. . .
What can I say, I’m getting adventurous these days now that I can’t have beer because of the fizz and my health problem. I could have had wine, but the prices for some of their glasses scared me. What if I accidentally order the wrong thing and it’s more than I have in the bank?
Also while I was waiting I met a friend of The Dusty 45s’ lead singer Billy Joe Huels, who had volunteered with him building a community center in Peru (and hadn’t heard the whole band live yet – he was in for a treat!).

First up was Chuckanut Drive, a band from Bellingham, named after a road in Bellingham. I really liked their sound. They wrote and played some good Americana, many of the songs about live in Bellingham.
Here’s their video for Ain’t Much Action:
Check out more of their music at:
http://www.chuckanutdrive.net/
http://www.myspace.com/chuckanutdriveband

Then it was time for The Dusty 45s! A little more of the Seattle crowd that takes a bit of prodding to get going than New Year’s Eve. Maybe due to the seating. Maybe all the energy was at the early show (which those in the know about McDermott and Cantwell being there probably went to). The bands were going, anyways though!
Someone caught some video of the first show, so while they didn’t play 32 Quarters during our set, it’ll give you an idea of their energy level. It’s also one of their original songs, and seems both appropriate and inappropriate at the same time. I love that they played it when the big shots were there.
No matter what you think about giving pan handlers money when you think they’re going to spend it on alcohol or drugs, there’s also the issue of not seeing their humanity as we walk on by.

In introducing the speaker from DESC, Billy Joe did the one thing that could get me to donate money, as close to broke as I was – he spoke from the heart. He also hit a little closer to home than I want to talk about here.
DESC is an organization that helps homeless people with some of the toughest problems – mental illness, chemically dependent, elderly, physically and developmentally disabled and the medically compromised. It’s sad how many cracks we have for people to fall through in our society; and good that we have organizations like DESC trying to take that all on.

Even with this “Seattle crowd” The Dusty 45s did get people up dancing. They also called the pedal steel player from Chuckanut Drive out to play a couple songs with them, too.

Of course, there was the finale where Billy Joe set his trumpet ablaze. Here’s video on YouTube posted from the first show (wonder if McDermott and Cantwell were still around for it. . .):
I filled out my donation envelope (had to use my credit card, but even that’s near the top), dropped it off and managed to catch the last bus to the U District out of the bus tunnel.
Great show, great cause!
Glass Art & History – Tacoma’s Museums
03 Feb 2010 Leave a Comment
in Museum of Glass, Museums, Tacoma, Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State History Museum Tags: bigfoot, Cutters Point Coffee, Dale Chihuly, ORCA card, Preston Singletary, Sasquatch, Sound Transit, Thea Foss Waterway, Union Station, UW Tacoma
So I did take a day off from volunteering on my vacation week a couple weeks ago to visit Tacoma on their third Thursday, catching the Tacoma Art Museum, Washington History Museum and the Glass Art Museum for free.
I hopped a Sound Transit bus from Seattle, about an hour trip. Going there it was smooth sailing, including using my ORCA pass, which counted my the bus fare amount my monthly Puget Pass on it is good for, then took out 75 cents from my e-purse where I had added $5. I was actually a little confused if it had worked right, but the driver assured me I was fine.

The bus left me off right in front of the Washington State History Museum, and I could see the Glass Art Museum through it’s portal. It was around noon, though, and I was hungry and in need of a restroom. I saw the UW Tacoma campus across the street, and some restaurants, and decided to check out the college first.

I like the campus. A lot of nice looking college buildings, mixed in with old factories done over. Their student commons was in an old mattress factory.

After touring the campus, I had lunch at Taco Del Mar, maybe not the most exciting choice (it’s a local chain), and neither the prices nor the food are as good as they once were; but it was filling. I was kind of shocked this branch no longer sold hard shell tacos, but I had a taco salad in a shell instead.

I headed across the street to my first art stop of the day – Tacoma’s Union Station. I had spied the Chihuly glass art work in the dark through the windows after a Springsteen concert a decade ago and wanted to see it up close this time.

It’s no longer a train station, now there’s a US Courthouse inside, and you have to show your ID to a friendly security guard who asks you what your business was. I think it was pretty obvious I was a tourist, and he even offered that the restrooms were downstairs.

Ah, there’s the Chihuly glass installation right in the middle of the former waiting room, hanging from the dome. There are several other Chihuly pieces there as well, including the windows above the clock at what used to be the side the train stopped at, now the courthouse entrance.

Maybe I should back up for a moment for folks not from the Puget Sound area. Dale Chihuly is a famous glass artist, who is originally from Tacoma (and there wasn’t a museum I went to without at least one piece of his work).

I also went downstairs at Tacoma’s Union Station and checked out their old train memorabilia now in glass cases. This was one of my favorites, from The Tacoma Sunday Ledger, April 30, 1911, with a front page headline on the opening of the new Union Station, which a cartoonist has fashioned as a lady’s hat.
I went next to the Tacoma Art Museum, just a couple blocks down the street, which I somehow did not take any pictures of, not even outside (and of course, inside, cameras are forbidden). The Tacoma Art Museum is free all day, from 10 am to 8 pm on first Thursdays. They have some Chihuly art (the most inside of any of the museums), and current exhibits include Northwest Art and Impressionism.
It was almost 2 pm by then, and time for free admission at the Washington State History Museum to begin. First, I wanted to check out the Chihuly Bridge of Glass and the outside of the Museum of Glass in daylight, as free admission there started at 5 pm.
The Chihuly Bridge of Glass is a pedestrian overpass running from behind the Washington State Art Museum and Union Station across the freeway to the Museum of Glass near the old Albers Mill (now converted to lofts and an art gallery).

As you head across from the Pacific Ave. side, look up! Chihuly glass creations seemingly strewn about in a clear glass enclosure.

Then you walk by purple crystal installations. . .

Then display cases full of more intricate Chihuly creations. Here’s one up close.

Then you walk down the stairs to the Glass Art Museum and the Thea Foss Waterway Esplanade.

I headed back over to the Washington State History Museum next. I love their slogan: “History is not for wimps.”

They told me when I came in that if I came back at 7 pm I could catch a sneak preview of their new Sasquatch exhibit!
I toured their Great Hall of Washington History meanwhile, starting with a display of Washington Over Time taking us through the ice age and lava flows that formed the landscape of the state.
The exhibit included displays on the first encounters between the Native Americans and European Americans; including a very sad one of voiced narrating “The Big Sick” they encountered diseases like small pox, the flue and measles from the white people they had no resistance to.
History continued to literally talk to me as I went through a general store from the 1800s full of customers and those who worked there, who you can push a button to ask each of them questions about their lives. Then a train where the passengers started talking to each other as you walked up to them – a family and then a couple immigrants from Scandinavia.
At one point I walked right into the middle of a good natured debate between two residents of Seattle’s Hooverville during the Great Depression. There was quite a bit about the Wobblies (IWW), including Seattle’s General Strike of 1919. Yep, 80 years before WTO we had workers shutting the city down to protest for workers’ rights and justice.
After leaving the Washington History Museum, I decided to wander around a bit while it was still daylight. I walked through the UW Tacoma Campus and up the hill just to check out a little more of the area.

Tracks run through the campus, although I don’t know if trains roll down them anymore.
I went to Cutters Point Coffee on Pacific Avenue next and had coffee and a cookie, looking toward the Glass Art Museum, my next destination, but now not my last, remembering I had a rendezvous with Sasquatch.

I walked back across the Bridge of Glass and headed down the stairs to the museum entrance just of the Thea Foss Waterway. This sculpture is right in front, and looks pretty at night.
I was really blown away by the exhibit of Native American artist Preston Singletary: Echoes, Fire, and Shadows. You can see some of his pieces in the video above and more on his website: http://prestonsingletary.com/ He works so much of his Tlingit heritage into his art, from the designs to the folk lore like raven stealing the sun. Catch it through September 19.
Also very cool is the Kids Design Glass exhibit. All the pieces are from designs drawn from the imagination of kids of all kinds of weird critters, which the Museum’s Hot Shop Team then created. They do have replicas of some of them for sale at the museum store.
Then you can go into the hot shop, and you can watch artists creating glass artwork – heating it in the furnaces, shaping it, blowing it.
You can watch them work live online during museum hours at:
http://museumofglass.org/live-glassmaking/watch-the-hot-shop-live/
I had a hard time dragging myself away from the hot shop, but I did want to catch Sasquatch. When I got back to the Washington State History Museum, I found I had just missed the lecture, but was directed to the exhibit upstairs. I was fascinated by the recreation of the skull of the thought to be long extinct Gigantopithecus blacki in comparison to the much smaller skulls of a gorilla and man. See this article in the Tacoma News Tribune for a photograph:
http://www.thenewstribune.com/topstory/story/1041929.html
When you think of it, didn’t the gorilla used to be considered a myth as well? It doesn’t seem so far fetched to me.
I found I had also missed that whole floor, which includes a large model railroad set, going around a 1950s model of Tacoma.
Also, on that floor Jackson Street After Hours, The Roots of Jazz in Seattle.
Then there was the Icons of Washington State exhibit.
The Rainier Beer bigfoot commercials from the 70s? I don’t know about that one. . .
Other icons included a recreated wagon by pioneer Ezra Meeker, ink well from Lewis & Clark, and oh, my, a chunk of “Galloping Gertie”, the original Tacoma Narrows bridge that swayed like an amusement park ride and came crashing down in 1940 shortly after it was built.
Account of the collapse from the Washington DOT website:
http://www.wsdot.wa.gov/tnbhistory/Connections/connections3.htm
Admittedly, there are cheerier icons of Washington, like the Space Needle and Mt. Rainier – a giant painting of it was included, and a World’s Fair poster of the Space Needle.

It was nearly 8 pm and the museum was getting ready to close, so I headed across the street to catch the Sound Transit back. This driver thought I owed money over my Puget Pass, but I explained I had put an extra $5 on my ORCA card. I worried that maybe the Puget Pass wasn’t usable on the Sound Transit system like it used to be. When I got on my regular bus in Seattle, though, it showed the amount over my pass as being $3.50, so it had deducted the 75 cents extra both ways. They still need to work on explaining these cards to both riders and drivers.
I enjoyed my day in Tacoma (and it was nice to get a small vacation in my vacation)!








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