Tour! Day Three: Bellevue.Seattle
Quick trip from Bellingham to Seattle.
No one was at Ground Zero Teen Center when we arrived. Ground Zero looked like someone's home from the outside and was nestled in Bellevue, a major suburb of Seattle. But it turned out to be an amazing live music venue. Great sound, nice space. Fantastic resource for all the kids in the area. All kids running the place.
You.May.Die.in.the.Desert set the show up. We played with them in Berkeley many moons ago. They were very helpful in booking shows in Seattle and Portland. We are grateful to them for all of their help. We didn't talk too much with them the first time we played with them. They were a tired band on tour. We were a shy bunch of kids who had just gotten off of work and loaded-in. Point is: this night marked the start of a beautiful friendship.
We were excited to play in Seattle, excited to play on a Saturday night, excited to play another all-ages show, and excited to play with You.May.Die!
The show went very well. The whole bill worked really well together, which is rare for one of our shows.
The opener, Post Harbor, played a nice set. Post-rock mixed with earnest vocals. Very nice people from the little we talked to them. A great start to the night.
We played next. We were ready to get back on stage after playing for 8 people the night before. We were not disappointed. We tightened our set to keep everything running on time and relearned the golden rule for bands: keep the audience wanting more.
Something about the Seattle area has made it possible for all sorts of strangely awesome bands to grow and flourish around the country. From Nirvana to Blood Brothers. The biggest crowd of the tour was in attendance and they were the most visibly interested crowd we have ever played to (outside of SF and DC). We played. Killed it in my opinion. And were feeling very good about things. I have rarily come off stage to more beaming faces. There was a nice woman who took pictures of the whole show too, so hopefully we will be able to share some of those with you.
The Gingerbread Patriots from Portland played after us. They played well, but had some sound problems. Indiepop with girl and boy vocals. Friends of You.May.Die. We hope to see them again sometime in Portland.
You.May.Die.in.the.Desert closed the night and killed it. The last time we played with them we played in a basement in Berkeley (an awesome basement, but, still, a basement). These guys play intricate post-rock. Pretty guitar and bass with crazy, sometimes mathy sometimes dancey sometimes balls to the wall beats. All sorts of tapping. It was nice to hear such an expansive sound on a soundsystem you could actually hear the nuisances on. They seemed tired from driving the last time we saw them, but they were on this night. The second to last song was a new song and it was the best of the set in my opinion. It's always good to hear a band, tell them that you liked this or that song, and have them reply that it was a new song they have barely practiced. Usually means a band is growing and moving in a good direction.
The night ended and the spirits of all seemed high. We packed up, shot the shit, lavished each other with compliments, and then we all went home with the bass player of You.May.Die, Brandon. We didn't think we could meet anyone as generous, welcoming, nice, and interesting as Amanda and Ryan, but, miraculously, we did, the highest compliment we could pay Brandon. Before going to Brandon's home, he took us to a supermarket to buy the makings of a late night feast. Annie's at 2am never tasted so good.
Our home for the night had enough beds for us all, a view of the Puget Sound, and a tape of Brandon's favorite show that we watched together and became instantly obsessed with Man vs. Wild. After the most recent episode of Man vs. Wild and after meeting Brandon's roommates and girlfriend, we retired for the night.
Sunday morning was a lazy one. The only thing we were trying to accomplish was lunch with a college friend of Jamie's, Sam's, and mine. We wanted to see Seattle, but we were slow moving and still recovering from the trip all the way up to Bellingham. We left Brandon's saying goodbye to our wonderful hosts as we stepped out into the Seattle rain. We drove to the U. of Washington area, ate quasi-all vegan-awesome Indian food, and said goodbye to Seattle.
WE WILL RETURN!
No one was at Ground Zero Teen Center when we arrived. Ground Zero looked like someone's home from the outside and was nestled in Bellevue, a major suburb of Seattle. But it turned out to be an amazing live music venue. Great sound, nice space. Fantastic resource for all the kids in the area. All kids running the place.
You.May.Die.in.the.Desert set the show up. We played with them in Berkeley many moons ago. They were very helpful in booking shows in Seattle and Portland. We are grateful to them for all of their help. We didn't talk too much with them the first time we played with them. They were a tired band on tour. We were a shy bunch of kids who had just gotten off of work and loaded-in. Point is: this night marked the start of a beautiful friendship.
We were excited to play in Seattle, excited to play on a Saturday night, excited to play another all-ages show, and excited to play with You.May.Die!
The show went very well. The whole bill worked really well together, which is rare for one of our shows.
The opener, Post Harbor, played a nice set. Post-rock mixed with earnest vocals. Very nice people from the little we talked to them. A great start to the night.
We played next. We were ready to get back on stage after playing for 8 people the night before. We were not disappointed. We tightened our set to keep everything running on time and relearned the golden rule for bands: keep the audience wanting more.
Something about the Seattle area has made it possible for all sorts of strangely awesome bands to grow and flourish around the country. From Nirvana to Blood Brothers. The biggest crowd of the tour was in attendance and they were the most visibly interested crowd we have ever played to (outside of SF and DC). We played. Killed it in my opinion. And were feeling very good about things. I have rarily come off stage to more beaming faces. There was a nice woman who took pictures of the whole show too, so hopefully we will be able to share some of those with you.
The Gingerbread Patriots from Portland played after us. They played well, but had some sound problems. Indiepop with girl and boy vocals. Friends of You.May.Die. We hope to see them again sometime in Portland.
You.May.Die.in.the.Desert closed the night and killed it. The last time we played with them we played in a basement in Berkeley (an awesome basement, but, still, a basement). These guys play intricate post-rock. Pretty guitar and bass with crazy, sometimes mathy sometimes dancey sometimes balls to the wall beats. All sorts of tapping. It was nice to hear such an expansive sound on a soundsystem you could actually hear the nuisances on. They seemed tired from driving the last time we saw them, but they were on this night. The second to last song was a new song and it was the best of the set in my opinion. It's always good to hear a band, tell them that you liked this or that song, and have them reply that it was a new song they have barely practiced. Usually means a band is growing and moving in a good direction.
The night ended and the spirits of all seemed high. We packed up, shot the shit, lavished each other with compliments, and then we all went home with the bass player of You.May.Die, Brandon. We didn't think we could meet anyone as generous, welcoming, nice, and interesting as Amanda and Ryan, but, miraculously, we did, the highest compliment we could pay Brandon. Before going to Brandon's home, he took us to a supermarket to buy the makings of a late night feast. Annie's at 2am never tasted so good.
Our home for the night had enough beds for us all, a view of the Puget Sound, and a tape of Brandon's favorite show that we watched together and became instantly obsessed with Man vs. Wild. After the most recent episode of Man vs. Wild and after meeting Brandon's roommates and girlfriend, we retired for the night.
Sunday morning was a lazy one. The only thing we were trying to accomplish was lunch with a college friend of Jamie's, Sam's, and mine. We wanted to see Seattle, but we were slow moving and still recovering from the trip all the way up to Bellingham. We left Brandon's saying goodbye to our wonderful hosts as we stepped out into the Seattle rain. We drove to the U. of Washington area, ate quasi-all vegan-awesome Indian food, and said goodbye to Seattle.
WE WILL RETURN!
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