josh okrent and i go way
. so far back i can't remember
exactly when we met.
he works for the low income
, thereby living up
to his name--o.k. rent.
his band URANUS debuted tonight at the
Blue Moon, the best bar in Seattle, bar
i went mostly out of support and
curiosity, not expecting them to slay, but
slay they did.
they opened with an anarchist fight song
in spanish, closed 20 minutes later with Transmission
by Joy Division, arranged for drums, bass,
keyboard, sax, and trombone. bold move but
they pulled it off!
poet steve cannon
once told me, "hit
'em with your best stuff first, then
always leave 'em wanting more."
their set was short but the whole night
was great. it's not just the bands, it's
the community of friends around them.
plus, the Blue Moon is the best bar in
Seattle, bar none. i mentioned Roethke to
a stranger next to me and we recited
famous first lines
a smoke with Carlyle and Patrick, the
latter a 40-year
regular who to this day hardly ever
ventures beyond the neighborhood. speaking
is time travel and the Blue Moon has
been its one mile and one inch from UW since
after you sit in a chair, part of you
remains there. now imagine an 84-year-old
the spirits were thick in the night.
people talked and sang and danced and
but what shook me to my soul was having an
unquestioned surety upended:
everyone knows the Blue Moon is CASH ONLY,
but tonight i saw someone slide their
plastic across the counter.
"when did they start taking cards?" i
asked, incredulous. turns out it's been
13 years is a long time to labor under a
misapprehension. what else have i gotten