The weather these days out here is down right amazing. A comfortable 75 degrees with no humidity. It is glorious and makes me never want to experience 90+ again. Though, I doubt we’ve seen the last of the heat for the summer.
It’s always a baffling experience walking home when the sun is coming up. It’s wild because crosswalks hold no credit and street lamps seem useless. The silence is only broken by the high pitched tweets of birds, the clanging of dumpsters being shook into trucks, and the faint conversation of the fuel truck talking to the gas station manager about what their kids have been doing lately. No cars screaming down the corridor slamming on the breaks for a pedestrian that thought God was on his side. There is a lack of people yelling at one another from corner to corner. Even the homeless are quietly nestled in their respected spots until the foot traffic resumes. It’s a beautiful thing much like the calm of the sea before an epic storm.
One of my favorite places to grab a drink in Seattle, that I rarely go to. Marked only by two red neon signs that read “cocktails” and “open.” If you don’t know what it is, you’ll never walk in there and you can’t test it out peering through the windows … because they are covered with thick black cloth. Seasonal books are printed of doodles doodled at the bar. What is not to like about it.
The National, Menomena, Fleet Foxes, Frightened Rabbit, Blitzen Trapper, The Dodos, Saul Williams, Fanfarlo, The Dirty Projectors, School Of Seven Bells, Dirty Sweet, Niko Vega, Great Lake Swimmers, Helio Sequence, Dungen, The Blakes, The Twilight Sad, We Were Promised Jet Packs, Damien Jurado, And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead, Crocodiles, The Dum Dum Girls, Thee Emergency, Atlas Sound, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, The Whigs, Pearly Gate Music, Final Spins, Low Hums, Against Me, Bear Hands, The Lonely Forest, Hey Marseilles, Champagne Champagne, The Maldives, The Spits, Phoenix, Surfer Blood, Grynch, Thee Satisfaction, Loney Dear, Andrew Bird, Jonsi, Truckasaurus, Beach House, Yeasayer, Sleigh Bells, Rocky Votolato, The Parson Red Heads, The Album Leaf, Fresh Espresso.
I recently talked to an established Seattle musician who opened my eyes. He told me that he’s going to go record an album in a couple weeks that he’s not going to release. When I asked why, he simply answered that he didn’t know if his insides could deal with the criticism. It was awesome to hear someone say that and I can fully respect that.
I think it is easy to think of the musicians we like as more than just human. This never really occurred to me until I started running into artists at small shows around Seattle. It has become even more impressive simply because they are just people like you and I. The sad part is that we hold their creations to such high standards and it is easy for us to rip on an album we don’t like or say that Joe Cool just isn’t as talented as he used to be. However, we’re only tearing down pieces of art that individuals have come together to create and given us, the masses, the chance to listen to. It’s about the same as writing down the story of your life and giving it to a billion people and someone writing an article on some blog about how your experiences aren’t worth the time. We are all only human and I think through the internet and the media we’ve blurred the faces we follow.