it's cool when seattle errands
stack--in this case picking up relatives at
airport lined up with Brett's 50th birthday party,
plus dropping off a box of Le Sang Song 45s with a
publisher who's going to bundle them with Genuine Veneer, a new LP
coming soon. music was such an influential force
in shaping my identity, not just by exposure to
new veins of thought and energy but through the
adventure of going to unhinged shows at seedy bars
in bad neighborhoods. can't help but contrast that
to the orderly conduct of these docile teens on their way to
some antiseptic spectacle at the corporate
sports arena that we drove by en route to the
ferry. maybe things got wild inside, but
this seemed a far cry from Heavy Metal Parking Lot.