I walked home from Fremont with Mars and the full moon (luna luna luna). They sang Taylor Swift's "New Romantics" with me.
Earlier in the day I was picking fights on the internet before I realized I was in hissy PMS land. I thought about not going. I slept half the day away. I went.
I had dinner for one at Jai Thai. I got $2 worth of quarters and played 8 rounds of one of Add-a-Ball's two-flipper mechanical pinball machines. I stalled, I really did. And I was still the first to show up to Nectar Lounge that wasn't working there or shlepping gear.
I have to go back a few years to explain how I wound up at Nectar Lounge on a Sunday night.
One day, summer or two ago, I was walking - no bag, no cash, just me and my basic ID - on a gorgeous day not unlike today. A white guy with long blonde hair stopped me in Queen Anne.
"Do you like hip hop?" he asked.
"Yes." I said.
Of all the guys who've asked me this on the Seattle streets and heard my answer, he was the one who believed me, at least enough that he started beat boxing and showing me what he had. I might not look it, but I'm pushing 40, and while I do dress like a tech nerd, I have a certain "yep, I live in Queen Anne" quality to my demeanor, so I don't blame them for a certain amount of profiling skepticism. But Queen Anne people never fit the profile; Seattleites never do. Yeah, I like hip hop. I like a lot of hip hop. Especially high brow stuff with a 4/4 beat that challenges me to think.
Guys, he was amazing. Smar-T Jones, Kyle Smith, is high brow and 4/4 and challenges me to think. Like so: https://soundcloud.com/smar-t-jones/dichotomy-smartie-jones
He wanted to give me one of his CDs and I literally had nothing to give with him. I was heartbroken, but I memorized his name, went home and bought his stuff with a $32 donation because ... he's so good. I'm so glad he's in the world. And $32 is my quirky numbers-girl way of honoring that.
Fast forward to the Sera Era, she drops me off on Aurora so I can go to a barber shop where Smar-T is recording a music video. I check in while I'm there and Vincent Av Burchett of Ill Writer's Guild winds up adding me on FB. I look him up when I get home, and oh, I definitely remember him. I've got some cougarish chagrin, but I honestly added him because... well, I've had a weakness for black guys in corn rows since one of my earliest man crushes: Leroy Johnson of Fame
played by the omg beautiful Gene Anthony Ray.
Let's just pause to admire him for a moment.
So, I confess, I accepted the friend request because, well, Burchett is a babe, hot af, etc. But then I paid attention to what he was saying, and I wound up staying tuned because what he had to say consistently had content.
It was through him, through his music - Ill Writer's Guild - that I wound up sticking tonight's show on my calendar. As with all my hip hop stuff, I asked everyone who has even a vague interest in hip hop, but ... yeah.
I do Seattle hip hop by myself. And it's fine. Except I feel like I'm hoarding something that everyone needs to see, because it's too big and too wonderful to keep to myself. I predict that our fusion-genre hip hop is going to be the next thing to explode out of Seattle.
When I saw Lizard Boy
(the musical) at Seatte Rep for the first time, I told everyone who would listen: I was there for their first season before they were famous, touring like Rent
. I'm going to lean back and smile smugly the day that does happen. It's going to happen.
I'm feeling that way about Double B & Laces (the produced stuff I'm finding online doesn't capture the extra layer of Hell Yes that their #3 - a female vocalist - brought to the stage), who was sandwiched in between Arless of Black Magic Noize and Ill Writer's Guild. They were all
incredible. See for yourself:
Arless, Black Magic Noize: "Status Quid Pro Quo"https://soundcloud.com/araless/araless-status-quid-pro-quo
Double B & Laces: "On My Own"http://doublebandlaces.reverbnation.com/#song-22751969-on-my-own-new
Ill Writer's Guild:https://soundcloud.com/illwritersguild-1
Bonus: I have no idea what was going on tonight, but there were so many gorgeous women at the show it was, like, weird. Good weird, wonderful weird, makeout quality goodness, like 3 sets of 2 and one with a guy, and I would not have, as the saying goes, kicked any of them out of bed for eating crackers. Nope. There were even a few guys there that caught my eye. Just one of those nights where all of Seattle's gorgeous randomly diverges magically onto a single bar. Thank you, Universe, for the eye candy :)
After Ill Writer's Guild, it was 23:00 and time for me to stop pretending I'm in my 20s. I left downtown Fremont and took a long, beautiful, contemplative walk home.
- happy about my job
- determined to refocus my efforts away from FB BS and towards:
-- electromagnetic dynamo / water wheel project
-- writing more of my woops-maudlin major-scale-but-ya-wouldn't-guess-it music