Eventually we ended up back at the Belltown for a little r-n-r and a whole lot of Kokanee, or as we like to call it, the Canadien Budweiser. I was able to catch some of NWA Anarchy on a public access station. I hadn't seen those guys since they were NWA Wildside and were played at 4am on channel 45. Looks like the same old promotion. We laughed as we tried to describe, in a phone conversation with our father, that the Murder City Devils "are not as evil as the name sounds; not that it would be a bad thing if they were." Once we were good and ready, we headed down to The Showbox. Walked in part way into opener Past Lives' set. The house was packed.
I was really impressed by this club. It looked as though, you can see the stage from most anywhere in the place. No sooner had we grabbed beers and began to settle in when some chick asked me where I'm from. Not that I looked any different from anyone else; I think she was just making conversation. When I told her Minneapolis, she laughed and said something to the effect of "Oh it's really boring there." Jesus man, are people really that sheltered? I asked if she'd ever been to the TC and of course she hadn't. She told us that she has never lived anywhere but Seattle. The reason was so that she would never have to waste her vacations traveling home, and instead, could go anywhere she wanted. Rafe, being a resident of Bellingham, could totally understand that, having made two trips to Minnesota a year since moving out west. I asked her where she'd traveled to. Her reply, "Portland." Ha fucking ha! Citing an article I had read a few hours earlier in some local rag, I asked her why people from Seattle think Portland is so much better and she replied "Because it is!" Then I think she felt weird about it and maybe kind of embarrassed and exposed. So we switched gears and talked about the Murder City Devils instead. Not long after that, thankfully, they hit the stage.
I guess if you know me, you've probably have heard it by now, but for whatever reason, I just love this band. I fell in love with them the very first time I saw them back in the 7th St. Entry, many years ago. Spencer Moody, like Sean Daley, is one of those guys that write songs that appeal to guys like me. The kind that make me think "Damn it, I could have written that song." But in reality, I could never have written that song because I don't have the skills to articulate myself in that way. To transcribe my emotions into words that people, like myself, can identify with. When Spencer screams "We make a choice. We make it everyday. To get up in the morning. TO BEAR AWAY!" or "I never wanted you to be left BEHIND!" It's like he's tearing the thoughts right out of my brain. I know, I know, shut up already. Ok.