it
looks desolate but there's still a lot of
life just under the surface in dreary
seattle winter.
when it's this dismal, 3pm "Hammy Hour"
($1 Hamm's)
at the punk rock pizza joint isn't
too early to start. DKs,
Bad
Brains, MDC,
Black
Flag on stereo, epic corruption in
DC
under regressive
Reagan rehash, it's as if the '80s
never ended. i spent a lot of time in
used book stores then, so i was eager to
check out newly
resurrected horizon books,
which just might become my new haunt. the
unintentional nostalgia trip
continued with a birthday gathering at the
last bowling alley in the
area. the reactionary
Garage ain't your father's
lanes but hurling
balls itself remains the same. ended the
night at vermillion,
one of the last great spaces on capitol
hill, where a jazz
quintet played ellington and coltrane to
good effect,
timeless music for a night where the rain
melted
the hands off the clock, awash in the
moment.
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