Hubba Hubba
Saturday, October 17th, 2009I woke up to music, but as soon as I turned it off I couldn’t turn it back on.
Don’t ask me why I turned it off if I was going to turn it back on again. That’s irrelevant. The fact is that our power is out. This ruins my day plans twofold:
Can’t do laundry + Can’t listen to music = F8cked. No, of course I’m not f*cked, I’m at Cafe Solstice and the ambiance here is welcoming enough for me to actually get comfortable and get some stuff done. So it’s sort of a nice (albeit semi-forced) change. I’ll just have to scrounge for clean underwear. Unfortunately, I’m pretty good at that.
Incidentally, Solstice is playing Feist– I fell asleep to her, I wake up to her…!
Ze Dimes
If you’re into the local Seattle music scene, I strongly urge young hip whippersnappers to check out the band Mostly Dimes. They’re playing a few concerts soon this season, and you can download their first and current album “Double Nickels” at http://www.mostlydimes.com. Pretty mellow, well made indie music– a wistful-sounding lead vocal– quite perfect for our damp, somber Seattle weather…
And speaking of the Seattle music scene, does anyone recommend any other cool local band? I’ve seen the usual cliched stereotypes tryin’ to make it big, but anyone know of a cool, original band that really rocks out? (i.e. Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head, before their indie-mainstream-success)
Let the Wild Rumpus Start!
I also watched “Where the Wild Things Are” last night; it was surprisingly poignant/sad/depressing. I like it though: it poses a lot of serious questions and issues of growing up– being mortal– holding on to family– but it was also fun. I mean, it’s hard enough to make a movie from a children’s book that shows some kid romping around and having a wild time. Spike Jonze does awesome things with action, and I definitely appreciate them.
Gotta go do some art. Or try to. I’ll leave you with a very geeky picture of real-time Merry and Pippin hanging out as BFF. BECAUSE IT MAKES ME HAVE HOPE.
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I know I’m a little weird.
Love, Gracieee
