Watching (well, in a minute) Dig!, about the Brian Jonestown Massacre and the Dandy Warhols. I never saw the BJM but saw the DW one night at the Midnight Sun (performance space the size of my living room) in Olympia. I used to go and see live music about 3 times a week, usually at the Backstage but at times elsewhere. Oly is between Seattle and Portland so bands can easily stop over and sleep on someone's floor (at the Backstage bands would solicit floor space from audience members if they had no place to stay).

The music scene (heh sounds nicely retro) is (not that I've paid attention for a while but presumably still is) vibrant with independent labels like K Records and Kill Rock Stars, and music festivals every so often when someone gets enthusiastic. I am totally out of the loop now, but it was fun and interesting, and sometimes I'd meet the Monsters* there although usually I'd just go alone as it was hard to roust people my age to go stand in a frozen alley in January at midnight to wait for whoever had the key to unlock the door (I've spend hours waiting for the person with the key in Olympia - at galleries, music venues, and films). I remember that particular Dandy Warhols show well, as they totally rocked (to a crowd of about 16) and afterwards the bandmembers sold T-shirts they'd made - T-shirts from the Goodwill with maybe silkscreen or stencil, I misremember.

I've spend far more time listening to the DW than the BJM. The Black Rebel Motorcycle Club is another in that line. I don't listen to anything anymore as live is the best, and there's not muchh point listening to canned music of that ilk.

Oooh - the other day Jim sent me a page from the Seattle Weekly - an article about Tad Doyle of TAD, which we saw at the Capitol Theatre. In some half-remembered auction (maybe the one the Capitol Theatre had to get Dolby?) one could buy Tad's car, and we briefly (and non-seriously) debated buying it before deciding not to as the springs would be shot (Tad is not small). Tad, amazingly, documented everything the band ever did, and two years turned over his bazillion tapes to a documentary filmmaker who has made a film, the name of which escapes me at the moment, but which will be fun to see I'm sure.

*They met doing security for Bill Graham in San Francisco, at a Butthole Surfers concert. Mr Monster has a rock museum. Well, he has the creamy centre without the hard chocolate exterior (i.e, he has the goods but no building).

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