Posts Tagged ‘Seattle’

Sad

Monday, November 10th, 2008

On October 30th, I walked into Red Square about 15-20 minutes after this happened.

A 61-year-old former employee of the University of Washington died Thursday after dousing himself with gasoline and setting it afire in a crowded central plaza on the UW campus known as Red Square.

I was coming back from lunch and headed to class, Red Square lying directly between the two.  As I approached, I noticed that it was a lot more crowded than usual and that people were standing around the edges looking at something…they weren’t bunched up talking to each other.

I counted three police cars, an ambulance, and an SUV from the fire department in the plaza itself, as well as two fire trucks proper outside, too big to drive in.  I walked steadily through, but looked over at the ambulance where there was police tape, a pile of clothes, and risking smoke.

As I neared the other side of the exit police started clearing the plaza, so I just kept going the way I was since it was the closest exit

The first thing I thought of was self-immolation, but then I told myself that was just too crazy, and when I got to class and people were buzzing about it I certainly wasn’t going to speculate along those lines.

Props to the students who were nearby and risked their own safety to try to save this man.

Students and onlookers reacted quickly to try to help the man and put out the flames before police and paramedics arrived just after 1 p.m.

“I was right there as he fell to the ground,” said Tom Yang, a 21-year-old international studies undergrad at the UW. Yang, who served in the Air Force and was trained in emergency medical assistance, was among those who initially tried to put out the flames using their clothing and a few water bottles.

In addition to using their clothes and water bottles, Yang said, two people also retrieved fire extinguishers from nearby buildings. After finally putting out the flames on the victim, he said, they tried to extinguish the smoldering gas can the man had used to douse himself.

I highly recommend reading this recounting of the situation by the Buddhist student who slipped and fell in the puddle of gas trying to stop the man, then prayed over him as he lay dying.  Here’s just a bit of it:

After I got away, I took off my gasoline-soaked clothes and sat in shock for some fraction of a minute. [...] The flames were almost out within seconds. I saw his blackened body and heard him asking for help, in so much pain. I prostrated myself and began to pray loudly so that he could hear me and know that people understood what he was doing. At that point a young man, I believe it was the young military man you interviewed in your article, and several others told me that I had to stop because it was scaring people to see me half-naked, chanting.

May he rest in peace, but in case you’re curious, here is some background info on the last few months of this troubled man’s life.

Jungle Vacuum

Friday, November 7th, 2008

I walk past this on my walk home from the bus stop.

Now I can’t get “Jungle Vacuum” sung to the tune of “Jungle Boogie” out of my head.  You’re welcome.

God I am spent.

Seattle Presents, Volume One - Live Concerts At City Hall

Saturday, October 18th, 2008

Here’s something pretty awesome about the City of Seattle. From the Mayor’s Office of Arts & Cultural Affairs comes this collection of nine songs recorded at the Office’s series of noontime concerts at City Hall every Thursday. First of all, we have an Office of Arts & Cultural Affairs. That alone is pretty awesome, but then that office puts on a weekly series of concerts from a wide range of local artists. Finally, they round out their awesomeness by putting some of those performances on CDs and then giving them away. (I got mine at the Capitol Hill Block Party in July 2007, but the website says Volume Two is available only at upcoming concerts.)

Not only do these efforts exist, they’re also well done. The Office is paying attention to its enviro-conscious constituency by printing the packaging on recycled paper, and the musicians herein represent a broad swath of that consitutency as well, performaing a variety of styles from classical to jazz to avant-garde to reggae music from East Asian and the Native American vocal tradition. You could say it’s not the best representation of “Seattle music” with no indie- or alt-rock or any representative from our growing and innovative hip-hop scene, but I think the Office has made the right choice here to focus on artists who don’t have the same avenues artists from those genres do. In that vein, I’d quibble with their inclusion of Ravel’s “Piece En Forme De Habanera” by two members of the Seattle Symphony Orchestra. It’s a great piece performed well, but why they devoted three of these fifty-two minutes to such a well-known ensemble is a bit perplexing…as is why they only put 52 minutes of music on a format that can hold well over 70.

Just about everything on here is very good, and you can listen to samples yourself from the CD’s website. The only two tracks I’m tempted to skip are “Cherry Blossoms” by Native American group Eagle’s Jump and Clinton Fearon’s reggae song “Bless Your Heart.” I dig the Native American elements of “Cherry Blossoms,” but there’s this cheesy smooth jazz fusion running through the track that is a complete turn-off. As for Fearon, well, reggae’s not really my thing, and while this performance and song is fine, he really doesn’t break out of the standard reggae mold. In the end it gets kept due to its sweet lyrics about mothers, ‘cuz that’s nice.

On the other side of things, Byron Schenkman’s performance of a Haydn piano sonata is spot on, and the jazz tunes “Dear Pop” and “Stone’s Throw” by Jay Thomas & The East/West Double Trio and Victor Noriega, respectively, hearken back to ensemble jazz of the 60’s with fresh new compositions (especially Noriega’s) and, in both cases, great piano performances. Duo En brings some flavor from the Far East with instrumentation consisting of the 13-stringed Japanese koto and a bamboo flute. I really get excited, though, by pianist Amy Rubin and Brooklyn-based violinist Tom Swafford doing their Latin-influenced avant-garde composition, “Tango Izquierda,” which is like when you go to an Asian fusion restaurant and are blown away by somebody finally putting those great tastes together in just the perfect way.

When Joe Biden said it’s patriotic to pay taxes, this is part of what he meant. Well, that and paying to take care of the older generation, maintain beautiful national parks and forests, and, you know, supporting the troops. (Seriously, I cannot believe how little that concept resonates with folks.) Anyway, I’m thrilled to see my tax dollars going toward this concert series and CD. Keep it up, Seattle.

Rating:

Mixers: none
Non-keepers:
“Cherry Blossoms” (Eagle’s Jump)
Filed Between:
Season To Risk (In A Perfect World) and Seaweed (Weak)

Live At KEXP, Volume Three

Monday, September 22nd, 2008

This collection of live performances, mostly recorded at KEXP’s Seattle studio and all recorded to be broadcast exclusively by KEXP, will naturally be attributed to Various Artists, and seventeen tracks by seventeen performers does make it a compilation album. However, this is a Kevin Suggs and Tom Hall album, and that’s all there is to it. Suggs recorded all but three of these tracks and Hall mixed them all, to incredible sounding results

When Suggs is absent from a track, it’s obvious, as his tracks sound more present, more immediate…more here and now, in other words. As with any compilation album, mediocrity is present, and the occasional complete clunker, like The English Beat’s “Hands Off She’s Mine,” but there’s not a track here I didn’t give serious consideration to keeping just because it all sounds so glorious.

What’s most notable about Suggs’ recordings is that they are all so well tailored for each artist’s performance. This CD covers a wide array of bands and solo artists playing a wider variety of songs and showing up at the studio with instrumentation that may be right out of the studio recording or their live show or some setup that is completely different. Whether it’s the heavy electronic dosage of Ghostland Observatory or Cloud Cult, the stripped-down vocal-heavy-with-guitar-as-bass setup of Grizzly Bear, or Frank Black’s more traditional guitar and mic, Suggs spontaneously records it perfectly, putting his own stamp on every performance.

The discerning reader who is listening along will note that two of the three tracks Suggs didn’t record (“Yr Mangled Heart” by The Gossip and “And I Was A Boy From School” by Hot Chip) are two of the album’s three mix CD candidates and the third one he didn’t record (“Australia” by The Shins) is kept. I have to admit that this might be evidence that Suggs’ levels-high and customized approach is actually harming the output, but still, I’d like to have heard those tracks done by Suggs…I happen to think they’d be even better.

You get a longer intro than most compilation albums, due to the cohesion provided by Suggs, but I still do have a few track-by-track notes.

The Long Winters’ “Pushover” has that strident British vocals thing that hipsters have loved so much for the past thirty years going on, and it usually drives me nuts. This actually has a pretty good song underlying it, though, and as mentioned above, it sounds delicious, so it gets kept.

“Australia” by The Shins is the first non-Suggs track, and his absence is a bit painful here. This sounds a lot like The Cure and might be a very good song with better sound.

When “Move With Your Lover” by Ghostland Observatory starts, it sounds like somebody spent hours in the studio getting just the perfect dynamic mix out of their electronics or as if they’re about to light up a giant, full arena. Then they do their Ghostland Observatory thing where they don’t quite finish writing the song and rely on the early-hook crutch, but it’s still pretty damn good. It would have been a mixer if they could have kept up the momentum up.

Lady Sovereign’s “Public Warning” does that strident British vocal thing, but despite her best efforts, that doesn’t obscure that this rap song rocks it hard. Very reminiscent of M.I.A.

“Hands Off She’s Mine” by The English Beat is that strident British vocal thing over a horrible reggae/ska thing.

Grizzly Bear brings things down a bit for “Knife,” which starts off great, just like “Move With Your Lover,” only in a completely different way evoking pathos instead of triumph, and just like that track it sits in stasis for its remainder.

It’s not as good as Dylan’s version, and “Mr. Tambourine Man” isn’t my fave Dylan track anyway, but I do like to see Cloud Cult doing it here, keeping the Minnesota musician torch burning in the Minnesota family.

So few international acts sing in their native language, and it’s even crazier that the Danish Under Byen does it in theirs since Denmark is one of those countries where everybody aged 10-70 speaks crazy good English anyway. In addition, they reach farther afield from their neighbors Sweden’s and Norway’s traditional sugary pop hooks to Iceland, instead, for this very Björk-like track, “Den Har Sang Handler Om At Få Det Bedste Ud Af Det,” which Google Translate says means “This song is about getting the best out of it.” More interesting than good, it’s still damn good.

The Black Angels do a fine but non-keepable “The Prodigal Son,” due largely to them staying in their single riff for just about the entire song.

“Yr Mangled Heart” by The Gossip is the best track on here. It will move you to spontaneous ridiculous dancing, the best kind.

The Shackletons and Billy Bragg round out the strident British vocal thing. I usually really like Bragg, and this song isn’t terrible, but his banter here is absolutely cringe-inducing and sophomoric. You’re not a comedian, Billy, stick to the sincere.

The sugar-hook pop of “Young Folks” by Sweden’s Peter Bjorn and John gets mixed, but I bet it wouldn’t if I had the original (which I’m predicting would), which features a bit more punchiness from the studio and whose iconic opening whistle is a bit more in tune. It’s just such a good tune that it has to be considered for mixes.

Same goes for Hot Chip’s “And I Was A Boy From School”…it’s a great tune but could stand to be a bit punchier here. It’s very techno/electronica/dancey, but when you get bands like that that still know how to craft a song and include things like blue notes and other soulful elements, it’s so much more meaningful than the all-ecstasy-all-the-time syndrome that plagues most of the genre.

Rating:

Mixers: “Yr Mangled Heart” (The Gossip), “Young Folks” (Peter Bjorn And John), “And I Was A Boy From School” (Hot Chip)
Non-keepers:
“Hands Off She’s Mine” (The English Beat), “Elephant Gun” (Beirut), “The Prodigal Son” (The Black Angels), “Your Movement” (The Shackletons), “Collarbone” (Fujiya & Miyagi), “Waiting For The Great Leap Forwards” (Billy Bragg)
Filed Between:
Live (Secret Samadhi) and Live At Moe 1

You Must Be This Tall To Ride

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

From Ray’s Boathouse:

I appreciate the darts-esque stand-behind-this-line challenge of this urinal.  Classy.

Vows v04

Thursday, August 21st, 2008

If you want an explanation of our annual renewing of our vows on our anniversary, you can follow the meme back through the years, starting with last year’s.

What a great anniversary this year, as My Baby surprised me with a dinner at Ray’s Boathouse.  Proving that she really understands me, she made the surprise brilliant by setting my expectations that we were going to go work out.  Going from a workout to a delicious dinner is about the widest swing from low expectations to high enjoyment that you could get.

Anyway, on to the vows, with this year’s addition bolded.

Baby,
I promise you that I will always be the things that made you fall in love with me: honest and transparent, funny and witty, open-minded and creative, adoring.
I promise you i will never stop pampering and courting you.
I promise you will always be my muse, and I will draw daily inspiration from you.  I promise to return the favor by trying to inspire you daily.
I promise to work on being a better husband: to talk to you, to tell you what I’m feeling, and to engage in continual self-evaluation.
I promise to prioritize us, without sacrificing you or me.  I promise to always make room for us in my life, and to make sure you know when I think we need to adjust to get to the right level of us in both of our lives.
I promise to try to love the things about you that are just in your nature, such as the telltale hair monster left behind everywhere you’ve been.
I promise to make a fuss over you when you’re sick, to love you and support you and take your side when you’ve had a bad day.  I promise to listen to you tell me about your bad day and to refrain from giving you unsolicited solutions.
I promise that I will do my best to learn how we are as one, and to take into account how my mood and actions affect you.
I promise to try to recover quickly from disagreements.  I promise to do my best to stay on the high road.  And I promise to forgive and forget mistakes said and done in the heat of the moment.
I promise to be stubbornly filled with determined, creative solutions to the most gridlocked, vexing situations.
I promise you that I will help you and support you to achieve your dreams.  And I promise that, with your support, I will pursue my mine as well.  I promise never to stop taking new risks and adventures with you.
I promise you physical, emotional, and mental fidelity.  I promise that you will always be my baby that i adore completely with my mind, body, and soul, and i promise to trust that you adore me as well.
And above all, baby, I promise to be always on your team.  And I will do my best to make our team the envy of every other team at the party of life.

Weather Collusion From Seattle’s Higher Ups

Wednesday, August 20th, 2008

Honestly, I don’t want to talk about the Pacific Northwest’s climate this much, but events keep popping up that I am forced to address. Today’s post just wrote itself, and I’ll kind of be surprised if there’s power in the house when I want to post it.

First, there’s this headline in the Seattle PI: “Downpour tonight, summer scheduled for next week.”  Actually, the headline, and much of the article, now reads differently, as Seattle’s shadow government decided Seattle couldn’t handle the truth and executed this reporter.  However, here are some excerpts from that article as it read originally.

The National Weather Service calls the heavy rain, colder air and gusty winds dousing Western Washington and the Seattle area “a powerful storm more typical of autumn.”

[several paragraphs about how bad it will be]

Given the seeming space-time shift from hot August to wet November in the past few days, some wonder, Will we still have a summer left?

Remembering that the local summer and growing season was shortened by the coldest and gloomiest start to June since records have been kept, when snowplows were called out to open the mountain passes, the short answer to the question:

Yeah.

“We still have hopefully another month of summer with a little interruption for the next couple of days — it will get people ready for fall earlier,” said Art Gaebel, a meteorologist at the National Weather Service office in Seattle’s Sand Point neighborhood.

“It is unusual,” Gaebel said of the autumn preview. “Summer will be back, hopefully by next week.”

[lots of disaster-preparedness stuff.]

That just speaks for itself.

Oh, and here’s the forecast for next week, you know, when summer will be back after only two or three days of unseasonably chilly rain:

And in case that’s not enough, here’s a picture from campus yesterday.

That’s right, on August 19th Canadian Geese on on the autumnal flight south.  Argue with that, Seattlusionals.  It’s undeniable: This is Year Without A Summer Part Two.  It’s actually probably part Seventy-Five, but I’ve only been around to document one personally and another from press reports from what is probably another dead reporter.

Thin Mint Blizzard

Monday, August 18th, 2008

In July Dairy Queen offered the world a glimpse of nirvana: the Thin Mint Blizzard. And not in Girl Scout cookie season, no less.

My question: Why was the country not abuzz about this phenomenon non-stop? Honestly, after SP20, what was there left in life to waste breath talking about? Why was I not able to walk out onto the street and insert myself into a conversation about this delicacy?

We managed to find a DQ (one of the ways in which Seattle is inferior to the Twin Cities is the dearth of DQs here) in Redmond and here are some pictures from our glorious, ecstatic time in heaven. It tastes as good as you think it would.

Year Without A Summer (Reprise)

Wednesday, August 13th, 2008

2008 meet 1993.

You know, the nice thing about this summer, easily the worst weather summer of the four we’ve been here, is that it has wiped out any and all expections I have for good weather in Seattle. I had gone from expecting it to be really nice most of the time, like everybody promised, to only counting on good weather in July and August. Now, though, every day is just a day and I go into it expecting it to be chilly, sunless.  I also expect it will require me to change my clothes three times.

What stage of grief is that?

Along those lines, fellow weather denier and MPL contributor Beckers checks in with evidence of a rogue Seattle immigrant working in a local Wendy’s.

I love everything about that message.  “Hey, you’re hot.  No, really, Mr. Sweat.  Come buy a shake.”

Melvins: Showbox Market, Seattle, WA, July 26, 2008

Monday, August 4th, 2008

I have reached enlightenment. I am at one with Melvins. How else to describe that at the very second I turned the corner into Showbox Market on Saturday night and caught a glimpse of the stage, the band walked on stage and began their set? There is only one other explanation: Melvins were waiting for me. Or coincidence, I suppose.

This show largely featured songs from A Senile Animal and, to a lesser extent, the brand new Nude With Boots. They did stretch things from those accessible tunes with an a capella version of “The Star Spangled Banner” and “Boris,” from 1991’s Bullhead, my first Melvins album. They also spent some time with their slow, drawn out chords accented by occasional and seemingly patternless drumbeats (Now with two drummers!). Or, they may have just been noisily tuning and working through technical problems. With Melvins, some of their songs sound like they’re tuning and working through technical problems.

Most bands couldn’t get away with that kind of inaccessibility for ten minutes like that. Melvins can, though, because they have inspired a level of trust with their fans. We know that Melvins will deliver a powerful, fantastic show, and so we go along with them as they drag us through the new limits of possible drudgery in music, knowing that it’s all setting up the contrast to the awesome.

The set was 75 minutes, and featured no banter at all. These guys are consummate pros. Come out onstage when I walk in, rock for 75 minutes (though I could have done for 15-30 minutes more), and get off the stage without even entertaining the notion of those silly de rigeur, planned encores. And at least the last 45 minutes were the rockin’ contrast to those 10 minutes or so of testing out low-frequency military weapons, or whatever. What a perfectly calculated show.

Rough outline of the setlist, which may be full of errors:
Nude With Boots
Dog
Island
[At least one or two songs here]
A Civilized Worm
The Kicking Machine
The Mechanical Bride?
Suicide In Progress
Billy Fish
[another song, at least one]
Blood Witch
Rat Faced Granny
The Hawk
[Maybe another song here, maybe not]
My Generation, performed very, very slowly and nearly passionless
A History of Bad Men
The Star-Spangled Banner
Boris