June 17-19 Music Review Part 1.

Live music is abundant in the Northwest United States. This past weekend proved to be no different than usual. Friday night in Seattle came with warm and dry weather, perfect for champagne and venue seeking. “Underground” shows often provide a positive, unique experience but, most times are difficult to locate in a foreign city. The neighborhood to the Religious Girls’ show was the only direction given, the rest was provided by, “word of mouth”. Not very sweet, like the beverage that was keeping my spirits high. After striking out questioning random street hipsters, I spotted Rudy’s Barbershop, a chic salon in the area. Through the glass I spotted a tastefully decorated scene sister who looked like she was savvy. I entered and approached, remembering to reinforce the fact that I was from out of town so she wouldn’t penalize me for my ignorance. My tact was rewarded with easy-to-follow directions to the event, which happened to actually be underground, (pretty clever).

Wham bam, right into the music as I descend stairs. Being the ever vigilant observer, I didn’t pay attention to the band names, oops. I came specifically for the Religious Girls anyways. So I got myself in, paid the suggested donation, (serious frowns if you fuck this up), and checked out the space. It was a cool live-in studio space with 3 bedrooms or so, a bathroom, kitchen and stage area. There was colorful and, seemingly all original art up everywhere. The whole place had a positive vibe going on, maybe that’s why it’s called Healthy Times Fun Club.

Unable to find the friends I was looking for, my impatience took me back outside to search for another tasty beverage before the Girls arrived. Wandering around the neighborhood I encountered Elysian Brewing Company, the yupster patrons were a slight turnoff but, their Idiot Saison more than made up for it. On my way back I ran into my friend and happily bounced back underground.

The Religious Girls and the last band, (?), definitely drew the largest crowds of the night. Their music is noisy, mathematical and somewhat tribal. It is most definitely dancey, and the free-moving audience reflected this. They brought their listeners into a trance and had them chanting along and shaking it out in no time, (actually, in many different times). I was captured by the energy myself and fervently rocked out until the set was finished. Afterwards, sweaty and satiated, I retired to the green room/bedroom to sip on some spiked cola.

To be continued

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Garret was a gangster, a criminal of life. He’d no remorse or guilt for his wrongs against humanity. He’d probably had sex with thousands of people, they weren’t people, at least by most definitions. They were games; tricks to be played and riddles to be solved. He lived in false fantasies and unorthodox ideals. At least, this was the common perception of the community. Ignorant to his offenses, he continued to attempt to form relationships with women in the village. When Sarah was first approached by him, she was well aware of his inclinations and warned by those close to her. “What could possibly come from this union, what interests you in this man?” Their concern crept over the social graces that they actually did possess. Like a preacher in the house of the unholy they were compelled to confess. Precisely fitting the profile of his marks, she vehemently fought the sound advice which attacked her, always wielded by misguided loved ones. “If only they were able to expose their souls, now strangled with first-world conformity.” “Wretched are the big-picture-naïve.” She was certain maternal thoughts were slavery and rough sex provided independence. Spellbound, illiterate and confused, she met Garret on the Sabbath.

Fate knocks, sees opportunity’s eye in the peephole and always fails to leave the flaming bag of shit on the doorstep. He asked if it was safe and she told him she had entertained two before. Garret was fairly certain drug addictions and responsible eating habits maintained his assumed prosperity. But, this was the horribly convincing bad recipe responsible for one of modern societies most infamous partnerships.

Sex, violence and addiction: the expected results of a clash of predicted disaster. Looking back, nothing is more clear. From the moment Garret moved his lips before Sarah, bets were placed. She had collapsed her body and submitted before the match began. Garret ate this up without interruption before a stain could grace his forwardness. Exposed and studious, she cherished his doctrine, none were wiser. Such blind encouragement was a crime in itself. Unscathed and eager, Garret expanded his inherent knowledge to understanding and gained confidence. When meeting her friends he came off as opinionated and renegade. His potential was well underestimated. Sarah did not enjoy work, she preferred to rely on patriarchal figures to provide and cradle her.