Last Minute

Why yes, I have been a shitty blogger lately, thank you for noticing! I’ve let this hypertext field lie fallow for months now, and for that I apologize. I will do my best to make amends, and coax this tender earth to bring forth new shoots of content for the nourishment and enjoyment of all.

But for the moemnt, I just wanted to mention that, in case you haven’t yet heard, I will be competing in the 6th annual Seattle Laptop Battle tonight at Chop Suey. I know, I know, that’s no notice at all, really. But it would be splendid if you could pry yourself away from your seasonal festivities and come out to cheer me on, or pick up on of my new (and free) CD-R promos.

That’s all for now…but expect more here in the New Year, if not before.

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Posted by Dylan
On December 18, 2009
In Category: Debauchery, General, Live Music, Making Music, Seattle, Whining & Griping
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Decimated

Ever since I’ve moved to Seattle, there’s one event that is invariably one of the highlights of my year, and that’s Decibel Festival. The 4-day electronic music and media festival brings artists and fans from around the world to the city of Seattle, for a weekend filled with music that pushes boundaries, rewires brains, and shakes dancefloors, sometimes all at the same time. 2009 was my fourth year attending the festival, and my third year as a volunteer.

Volunteering for the Festival is always an interesting experience, and usually a great way to meet people (or at least people-watch). It’s also usually a little disorganized, despite the best efforts of the Festival staff. Last minute issues always pop up, signals get crossed, people don’t show up for their scheduled volunteer shifts, and so on. But everything ultimately works out, and I’ve never seen a major disaster arise from one of these situations.

For example, at the opening gala at the Seattle Art Museum (which also doubled as a 10th anniversary party for the Ghostly Internationallabel), the Decibel merchandise that Donna and I were supposed to be hawking didn’t show up, leaving us a little confused as to what we would be doing. We ended up running the Ghostly merch table that evening, selling Tychoprints, Ghostly t-shirts, and CDs (end even a branded Ghostly beach ball!). We ended up having a blast selling this stuff, all while watching Clark Warner and Michna DJ, followed by a live set from local favorite Lusine, whose new album, A Certain Distance, just came out on Ghostly. It went so well, in fact, that we ended up scoring some free CDs and posters, and giving some of the Ghostly kids a ride up the Hill to the Mad Professor show at Neumo’s.

The next night was another merch shake-up, as we arrive at Motor for the dubstep showcase, only to find….no Decibel merchandise again! Instead, we got shifted to door duties, and spent the evening taking money for tickets and trying to figure out guest list and will call issues. It was a busy night, as the crowd steadily grew to capacity, and people kept flowing through the door right up until 1am, when we stopped worrying about ticketing. As a bonus, we had a good sightline of the stage, meaning we could see pretty much the full show just by turning around. Dubtek and Monkeytek weren’t all that amazing to my ears, but Boxcutterwas better than I’d expected, and UK Dubstep champions N-Type and Caspakilled the decks with choice cuts. I saw a lot of people walking out with limited run dubplate singles that night…

Saturday was my first evening without a volunteer shift, and while $140 worth of sushi kept me away from a couple of the opening acts I wanted to see, like Nosaj Thing and 214, the rest of the Bass Lovers Unite showcase was pretty incredible. Daedelus absolutely killed it with a much harder set than I’ve ever seen him play, while still keeping the retro-inspired whimsy he’s generally known for. The real highlight of the night, though, was Mary Anne Hobbs, the BBC Radio 1 DJ for the late night experimental music show. Her taste-making selections were on point, mixing the expected (Joy Orbison’s ecstatic anthem ”Hyph Mngo” made an early appearance in the set) with new and unheard cuts.

The Decibel in the Park event on Sunday started off nice and mellow, with an deep and textured set from Kilowatts (I missed the actual opening set by DJ Eddie, who I’m sure was excellent). Sub Swara brought a dancehall infused performance next, which didn’t exactly keep my interest, but provided a nice background for the people watching and relaxing in the mild fall afternoon. The Gaslamp Killer took over with a varied and entertaining DJ set, full of banter and flailing arms, but we ended up skipping out to go warm up over a bowl of pho.

The grand finale took place at Neumo’s, and I showed up in time to catch Jerry Abstract taking the stage, dressed in a fur-lined parka, and watched him unleash some driving minimal techno from behind his laptop. It was an unrelenting set that got the steadily building crowd moving, right up until he knocked his laptop from the stage, killing all sounds for a few minutes. Fortunately, no serious damage was sustained, and the beats were flowing again shortly. Then Tim Exile took over, with an insane improvised set built on a capella vocals, beatboxing, drum machines, and spastic effect processing. This was truly a next level live performance, very demonstrative and engaging. Especially the part when he left the stage, and continued his set using nothing but a wireless headset and joystick. Absolutely mind-boggling.

As usual, there’s so much going on at this festival that I missed some sets that I would have loved. I didn’t see any of the Optical content this year, which is often a sensory immersion highlight. I didn’t get to any after hours events, due to other obligations that prevent me from being out to all hours of the morning. But of course, one of the main draws of the festival is that there’s so much to take in, and such a wide range of styles that you’re almost guaranteed to see something amazing, and discover something you never would have expected. This year was no different in that regard, and I’m sure next year will be the same.

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Posted by Dylan
On October 1, 2009
In Category: Debauchery, General, Live Music, Seattle
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Playtime

Well, that was a perfectly timed epic weekend. Perfectly timed as it coincided nicely with the 6 month anniversary of me and the Girl.

On Friday night, I came home to find a champagne bottle and sushi waiting, followed by a ridiculously decadent dessert. Can’t complain about that. Then we hit up several of the 80+ yard sales on Capitol Hill on Saturday, with pal Abby. Among the loot scored: a working NES and games for a mere $30, C.S. Lewis’ sci-fi trilogy for $1, a 35mm SLR with a 55mm 1.8 lens for $20 total, a sweater and some jeans, and more.  Follow that up with a little relaxation, then a jaunt down to the ID to shop for NES games at Pink Godzilla, and then to Georgetown for a signing by one of my favorite cartoonists, Jason, at the Fantagraphics store. As if that wasn’t enough, we met up with pal Valarie for drinks at Linda’s that night, and heard about the Sounders 2-1 win over the Earthquakes, finally breaking their streak of recent draws.

Sunday wrapped up the weekend with a sale on socks ($1-2 a pair at the U-Village Gap; guys, get your sock needs fulfilled cheap!), lots of video game playing, watching the pilot episode of the new BSG spin-off series/prequel Caprica, and more video game playing. Add generous amounts of wine and tater tots (oh, and hip hop and “your mom” jokes) to this last activity.

Not a bad couple of days by any stretch of the imagination. About the only downside was missing Art Brut on Friday…but hopefully we’ll have a chance to see them again soon.

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Posted by Dylan
On June 15, 2009
In Category: Comics, Debauchery, Seattle, Unabashed Consumerism
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Revenge of the Top 5

1. Summer in Seattle

Also known as “the best weekend of the year”.

2. Emerald City Supporters

Seattle has definitely welcomed it’s newest sporting institution, the Seattle Sounders MLS team, with open arms and sold-out games, but no one has welcomed them with more cheering, singing, drinking, and tifo-making than the ECS. If you’re planning on checking out a home game, or a viewing party for an away game, you should think about joining up. The t-shirt and scarf alone are worth the $30 membership, and the camaraderie and spirit are nothing to laugh at either.

3. Oddfellows Cafe & Bar (1525 10th Ave.)

Located in the Oddfellows building across from Cal Anderson park, this wide-open, high ceilingedroom is meticulously decorated with a relentless eye for detail. From the aged photographs, the vintage fixtures, and even the retro-styled Boylans’ sodas and old-timey candy and gum at the counter, everything feels straight out of a turn-of-the-century general shop. Plus, the massive slices of paninibread toast (served with jam and butter for only $2.50) look mouth-watering.

4. Star Trek (J. J. Abrams, 2009)

 I don’t remember which Star Trek movie was the last one I saw, but I remember it sucked. Hard. It was a Next Generation spinoff that looked and felt like an overly long TV episode, with a slightly upgraded budget and a poorly thought out plot. I remember mocking it loudly in the mostly empty theater with my friends, and we were high school nerds, firmly in the target market for this type of movie. This new reboot takes everything that was wrong with the tired franchise and chucks it out entirely, starting from the very beginning of the original crew’s story, but with a more accessible, less fanboy-centric aesthetic. The people who had managed this property had run it into the ground, and it took an outsider to take it over, revamp it, and make it into something that new audiences could be excited about again. All this, and they managed to keep the hardcore fans (mostly) happy as well. As someone who was never more than a casual fan, and one who had lost interest years ago, this is a welcome return to form.

5. Turning 30 at the Cha Cha Lounge

A low key affair that somehow combined good friends, giant crabs, margaritas, pitchers of Stella Artois, broken glass, frightened hipsters, helium voices, and a trip to IHOP that felt like a scene from Twin Peaks. And that’s about all I have to say about that…

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Posted by Dylan
On May 26, 2009
In Category: Debauchery, Film, General, Lists, Seattle, The Top 5
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We Gonna Party Like It’s the Top 5

1. Celebrating a welcome layoff

Did you ever have one of those days when your significant other carpools into work with you at 7:30am, only to get summarily laid off by a borderline insane employer at 9:00am? And you come home at 6:00pm to find that she, her sister, and their friend have already worked their way through two bottles of wine and a bottle of vodka? And within about an hour, there are several more people at her apartment and every drop of alcohol has been consumed and it sounds like a fantastic idea to walk up to Deluxe for their $5 burger special? And somewhere along the way some wine is thrown up on the sidewalk and $5 worth of bottled water is purchased from a corner market in order to meet their debit card minimum? Because I have no idea what that’s like.

2. Celebrating a new home and a birthday

Then there are those other days, when you get invited to a rooftop housewarming party on a 6-story condo in the center of Capitol Hill, and there’s a nearly 360° view of the Seattle area, including the Olympics, the Cascades, Mount Rainier, Cal Anderson park, the Space Needle, and any other notable landmark you could care to mention. Funny hats are worn, assorted meats are grilled, and multiple parties end up cross-contaminating each other and poaching each others beverages. And this is before the underage partiers start showing up and acting like jackasses, so you go inside and eat Guinness birthday cake.

3. Free Comic Book Day (Saturday, May 2nd)

I probably should have posted this last week, since anyone who doesn’t know about it has now missed it. But this yearly event is a great way to get non-comics readers into comics shops, out of curiosity if nothing else. It’s also a good way to check out some new comics that you might not take a chance on otherwise. Let’s face it, with comic book pamphlets clocking in at upwards of $3 a pop these days, free sounds awfully tempting.

4. Molly Moon’s on Capitol Hill (917 East Pine)

Ever since I moved from Canada twenty some-odd years ago, I’ve been missing one thing above all else, and that’s black licorice ice cream. I found it, once, at an ice cream shop at a mall in Eugene several years ago, but that one encounter was not enough to quench a two-decade urge. fortunately, Molly Moon’s has answered my prayers at last, with a salted black licorice ice cream. It’s not exactly what I was looking for, but it is a new take on my long-lost childhood favorite. Maybe I can convince them to make a tiger tail ice cream (orange and black licorice swirled), and really make my day.

5. Phonogram 2.2 (Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie)

Phonogram

Speaking of comic books, the second issue in Gillen & McKelvie’s seven part series, offering seven different music- and magic- infused takes on a single night in a London club, finally hits shelves. For those who missed the first series, Rue Britannia, Phonogram is essentially an extended metaphor that disguises musings on the cultural and personal significance of popular music as self-aware urban drama spiced with magic. I mean, really, why would you write a dry essay on the rise and fall of Britpop, when you could instead make it a keenly drawn comic book filled with sorcerous intrigue? The second series expands this conceit, exploring the subjective aspects of pop culture through the eyes of seven very different characters.

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Posted by Dylan
On May 3, 2009
In Category: Comics, Debauchery, General, Lists, Seattle, The Top 5
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Toronto, Pt. 2: Episodes

The first night was basically spent settling into the creaky bunk beds at the Global Village Backpackers hostel. It’s not a bad place to stay, if you don’t mind dorm living, and all of it’s accompanying nuisances. But on the second day it was time to set out and explore.

It was also time to discover that calls don’t ring through on either of our phones while in Canada, and text messages don’t give alerts when they arrive either. Plans to meet up after Timm’s appointment at the school fell through due to a complete and total lack of ability to communicate. But that did allow me to explore a broad swath of the city on my own, on foot. I walked a several mile long, circuitous route around the center of the city, from the University, Westward down Bloor, then back East and down Yonge, around College, and back to Spadina (our mnemonic device: Spadina rhymes with Vagina), passing about a million interesting sights along the way. I also wore my feet out completely that day, not realizing yet how excellent the transit was, and how it could have saved my sorry ass some discomfort.

We finally met back up, and for entertainment that evening, stumbled across the Rivoli theater. I recognized the name, being an obsessive Kids in the Hall fan from back in the day, and we went in to check out some stand-up at the club that got that troupe it’s start. The first comic was terrible. We’re pretty sure he was on speed; his delivery was fast but tentative, and his material was uncomfortably self-deprecating and misogynistic. I was getting a little worried, but the rest of the night was well worth it. Out of a total of 8 comics, only the first was what I would call “bad,” and several of the other ones were excellent. At least one had me in tears. Interestingly, there were far more jokes about American politics than Canadian, despite a somewhat tumultuous recent election in Canada. There were also two comics from suburban Ontario who based their material on the favorite pastime of bored suburban males: getting drunk and picking fights on weekends. Interesting…

Tuesday comprised the bulk of what we dubbed our “Scott Pilgrimage”; we spent some time wandering around, scouting out real life Toronoto locations that appeared in the comic book series Scott Pilgrim, by Bryan Lee O’Malley. Yes, we realize this is incredibly nerdy, and no, we don’t care. We took in everything from the stark existential horror of Honest Ed’s, a discount retail behemoth like no other, and the stately gardens of Casa Loma, where we braved frigid rain and threats of snow before finding our way back to that quintessentially Canadian institution, Tim Horton’s, to warm up and rest our feet. The trip was bookended by stops at Sneaky Dee’s, possibly a favorite destination on this trip, for nachos in the early afternoon, and beers in the evening.

The bulk of Wednesday was spent at the Royal Ontario Museum, and it wasn’t even close to enough time. If I’d realized how amazing it was, I would planned on at least two days. As it was, we took the 1pm tour, which gave a good overview of all the assorted collections, then spent the next 5 hours crawling through the top two floors. We saw a special exhibition of current art focusing on urban China, ranging from fashion design to video installation; an excellent Egyptian collection; South Asian and Middle Eastern religious artifacts that were simply breath-taking; a gallery of textiles and costumes, including everything from a dress worn by Marie Antoinette to modern couture. We barely touched on the dinosaur exhibit, the massive Chinese art collection, the Canadian First People’s exhibit (though we did spend some time with the massive, 4 story totem poles that the main spiral staircases were built around), or any number of other fascinating displays. I highly recommend visiting if you’re ever in town. Come with a plan though. Don’t get caught off guard by closing time like we did.

Our search for a place to unwind with some coffee and spend time with our books/journals was assisted by the local alt-weekly, which had a feature on the best local coffee shops. The nearest one was Kindred, just a few blocks away off Yonge. A mention of a smoking patio made it the ideal candidate, though we didn’t realize until we got there exactly what that meant. We arrived at the converted townhouse, ordered coffee, and were asked if this was for upstairs or downstairs. When we replied upstairs, we were asked if we were members, or if we’d been referred. So the upstairs is apparently a different type of smoking patio! We got our coffee and settled in to the chairs downstairs, and listened to the staff try not to be too obvious about their operation around us “non-regulars”. Choice conversational snippets:

“Hey, do we have any coffee?” “Yeah, tons!” “No, I mean real coffee….like, coffee beans.”

“Can we order two milkshakes for upstairs?” “Sure, would you like the $15 or $20 milkshakes?”

“How can we run a  coffee shop with no coffee?” “Let’s talk about this upstairs, we have non-members here…”

And so on.

Stay tuned for Toronto pt. 3: In which Timm becomes a target at the Cock & Tail on West Queen West; plus, what it sounds like when 12 musicians miss the point of Motorik entirely. Same Successless time, same Successless channel.

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Posted by Dylan
On November 9, 2008
In Category: Canada, Debauchery, Travel
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Toronto, Pt. 1: Impressions

I caught my first glimpse of Toronto as the plane banked steeply left on it’s descent into Pearson Airport (YYZ). Damn, that’s a big city, I thought. Followed shortly by Damn, that’s a flat city.

Not to come across as a country bumpkin from the wilderness of Seattle, visiting the big town, but Toronto is much larger, much flatter, much taller, has a larger urban/highrise centered Downtown, and sprawls out without the geographic restrictions that make Seattle a mass of oddly angled roads, bottlenecking bridges, and steep hills. These are easy conditions to plan a build a livable city in, and Toronto has taken advantage of them.

Though it’s a big city, it feels much smaller. Most of this is due to the well thought out and ubiquitous public transit. On paper, it doesn’t look like much. A long East-West subway line, with a North-South loop that crosses it twice in the center of town, plus two auxiliary lines serving a couple of far flung suburbs. Those two main lines cover all the major urban centers of Toronto though, from the extreme East and West limits of the city, through the Waterfront and Financial Districts, around the University and major shopping districts, and out into the gentle hills to the North. There are also streetcar lines that run on every major street that’s not served by Subways, and buses cover pretty much everything else. Not only are you never more than a block or two away from a transit stop, but you’re also rarely more than 10 minutes away from the next train or streetcar, including many main lines that run 24 hours a day. As a complete newbie to the city, I never needed to look at a transit map or timetable.  Just go to the nearest stop, wait up to 10 minutes or so, and catch the first train in the general direction you’re heading, get off at the right intersection, and walk a few blocks. Every neighborhood in this sprawling city was accessible in under 30 minutes.

Of course, it helps that the entire city is laid out in an almost unbroken grid pattern, making it easy to navigate. And since the city is so flat and the CN Tower (like a taller, re-proportioned Space Needle), is visible from everywhere, it’s easy to find out what direction you’re facing at any given time. There was never a single moment where it seemed like a car would be a more convenient way of getting around. I can’t imagine wanting to have a car in this city.

Beyond that, there’s plenty of character here at the street level. Each neighborhood has some unique character, architecturally or otherwise. There are definitely “typical” Toronto buildings, like the 2-story duplex houses that fill the Annex neighborhood and other areas of the city, with their split paint jobs and basement apartments. And there’s plenty of flash, from the old Victorians of Cabbagetown, to the ultra-modernist, conforntational new addition to the Royal Ontario Museum.

It also feels like the town never stops. Most nights presented multiple options for entertainment, and I ended up attending a fashion show, a dance club, a stand-up comedy showcase, and an avant garde rock show, while also stumbling onto a zine festival, a bluegrass performance, a singer songwriter show, a Punjabi street fair, and a Hardcore punk festival. It’s worth mentioning that two of those events happened at the same night, at the same venue (which also had a room generously set aside for a meetup with some local electronic producers).

I did miss a good beer selection though. For all its reputation as a country of serious beer drinkers, Canada doesn’t offer a lot beyond lager and pilsner. Most bars had a selection of several of each, and only the more adventurous ventured into the realm of pale ale, amber, porter, or stout. The ones that did tended to have good ones, but it was odd to not find anything darker at many places. Especially during the early winter!

I’m sure I could go on and on about this city. So many little things jumped out at me while I was there, way too much for me to remember in one blog post. However, I did keep track of exactly what I visited, broken down by day. I won’t bother to list it here, but there were some definite highlights:

Sneaky Dee’s: Visited here at least 5 separate times, for breakfast, nachos, or beer.

The Bovine Sex Club: A goth-y dive bar and venue.

The Cock & Tail: A new, very lovely little bar on Queen West.

The Green Beanery: An organic coffee shop on Bloor, in an old bank building. It still has a vault in the corner.

The Rivoli: The comedy club where the Kids in the Hall got their start.

Kindred: A “coffee shop” with a “member’s only patio” where they apparently sell $15-$20 “milkshakes”, Amsterdam style. Not that I’m into  those type of “milkshakes”…but we stumbled upon it looking for coffee. Overhearing the not-so-subtle conversation between the proprietors was entertaining.

Royal Ontario Museum: This deserves a post of it’s own. It’s a museum of art and natural history, with a collection spanning eras and civilizations. I could spend weeks in there, easily. We barely got through a floor and half before closing.

The Beguiling: A comic book store tucked into a converted house. It’s cramped and somewhat disheveled looking, but the selection in unbeatable.

David’s Teas: For Seattlites, think Remedy Teas, but with a more retail-oriented atmosphere. Service was incredible, and I felt bad about only paying $2 (Canadian, at that) for a cup of tea after the thorough recommendation process.

Moog Audio: A well stocked DJ/Producer oriented audio shop, with records and T-shirts for sale alongside MIDI gear, new Moog synths, and Serato scratch setups.

I could go on and on, but I won’t. Though I will write a second post about Toronto, recounting some specific incidents. Stay tuned.

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Posted by Dylan
On October 31, 2008
In Category: Canada, Debauchery, General, Travel, Whining & Griping
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Great White

I don’t think I’ve mentioned of here yet, but I’m currently hanging out in one of the great cities of the Great White North. That would be Toronto, Canada for those keeping track. At the moment,I’m sitting in the lounge of the Global village backpackers hostel, trying to shake of the beers I drank at the Bovine Sex Club tonight. Links and more detail to come later, since I’m laboriously and un-coordinatedly typing this post on the non-tactile keyboard of an iPod Touch. But let me just say that this city is amazing. Best transit system ever, and I’ve ridden the Tokyo subways. More later…

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Posted by Dylan
On October 23, 2008
In Category: Canada, Debauchery, General, Travel
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She Will Survive

I didn’t really expect anything to be happening in sleepy little Fremont on a Sunday night, but here at the Triangle Lounge, I have been proven wrong. It’s odd enough that I’m here in the first place, since all my prior experience with this place has been underwhelming to say the least. But since every other watering hole on the main street is dead, here I am.

At karaoke night.

It’s not bad as karaoke nights go. There’s the usual mix of tuneless warbling and serious singing skills. Everything starts to get interesting when the bartender comes on though. His hair is done in an ironic 80s retro razor-stripe quasi-mullet, and his belly tattoo reads “Fucking Innocent”. He’s chosen “Gin & Juice,” but the Snoop Dogg lyrics scrolling across the monitor in the corner are not the ones he’s belting out. I don’t recognize what he’s rapping, but it’s dirty. Bitches and Hoes and Booty and Dick. It’s unexpected and the crowd is eating it up.

A friend of the bartenders, a tall lanky hipster with a trucker hat and handlebar moustache is up next. He needs to top his friends performance, so he climbs up on the bar, struts across it, taking sips from people’s drinks between verse of ZZ Top’s “Tush”.

It’s calmer now. The singing ebbs and flows, as good-to-awful renditions of everything from “Summertime” to “Bohemian Rhapsody” are performed.

Up now is a girl who sang earlier. She’s doing “I Will Survive,” strutting around the room and singing directly to her friends, to random people in the audience. She’s completely tossed, and only knows half the words, but she’s selling the performance. We’re into it. She’s wagging her finger in my face as if she’s my jilted lover, admonishing me for thinking she’d crumble, thinking she’d lay down and die, but no, not her. She rounds the corner of the bar to my left, and I swivel on the stool to see her climb up onto the counter. It’s not the steadiest climb, and I flinch, but she makes it. She’s upright, pointing across the bar over everyone’s heads, letting us know she’ll survive.

Then she falls. Straight backwards, crashing to the floor with a thud, rattling the bottles of Tequila that her head collides with on the way down.

There’s a collective gasp, but only a momentary pause in the music, as seconds later, she’s up again, having only missed a line or two. Concerned friends rush for her, but she doesn’t need their help. She trots out from behind the bar, singing and pointing as if nothing happened, leaving the bar back to examine the bottles she amazingly didn’t break. The song ends and we all clap like we’ve just seen a virtuoso performance, and we have, sort of.

I call it a night. How can you top that?

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Posted by Dylan
On October 15, 2008
In Category: Debauchery, Seattle
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The Moment of Panic

Last night was the big D.iscontent show at the Baltic Room, where Timm and I debuted the live sets we’ve been working on almost non-stop since the beginning of the year. It was a lot of fun, with great visuals, a lineup of excellent DJs on either side of our live sets, and good turnout (especially for a holiday Sunday).

But there was one moment of sheer terror.

We’d showed up to sound check early in the evening, getting all or connections sorted out and hooking up all the gear to our laptops and the mixer. Everything was sounding good, and it was great to finally hear the sets on a big, booming PA. Timm’s set ran smoothly, and towards the end I got up behind the DJ booth to set up my gear next tot he decks. I get everything powered up and running, fire up my software, and take a look to make sure the software is responding to the gear.

And guess what? It’s not.

I restart the software. Still nothing. I unplug my gear and plug it back into the laptop. Nothing.

I turn to Timm with a sinking feeling in my stomach, and tell him he needs to cover for me. He’s a total trooper, so he improvs the end of his set, dragging out his last song longer than planned, with more variation than he’s practiced. Meanwhile, I hit the power on my laptop and begin the long slow boot back into Windows.

When it finally boots up, I plug my gear back in. Up pops a window, asking if I’d like to install new hardware. This is the moment when I reeeeeally start to worry. I cross myself and mutter a few obscenities. Fortunately, the solution is simple; I switch the two USB cables for my MIDI gear and audio interface. Everything clicks. My software responds. Disaster averted. The show goes on as planned. Which is good, since I was one more error message away from committing ritual suicide.

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Posted by Dylan
On May 26, 2008
In Category: Debauchery, General, Live Music, Seattle, Whining & Griping
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