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tour storiez and talez part 3: seattle washington: fun timez at the funhouse

we were coming from la grande, oregon which is kind of out of the way. driving around oregon is such a pleasure though. we were listening to turbonegro, the last pavement album, and some random laena ipod stuff as we slugged through the highways and bi-ways. a reststop where we made a scene. matt drumming to MAJOR LEAGUES. gps carrying us to glory. smoking cigarettes like fiends. those are the memories from the drive. it was cool to see the transition back to civilization. seattle was beautiful as your crossing the big bridge and you see the city, and memories occur: microsoft, technology, punk, veg, beauty. once again we had a hotel tonight. “this is the ghetto”, yeah so what else is new. pray nobody breaks into the van and cross your heart. of course they didn’t have rollaways because of fire code, its the floor again. pre-show makeup ritual time. laena’s such a pro with her gigantic makeup box and unlimited outfits. matt decided to draw in sharpie over his body. i just went with a napalm death shirt and denim. we cruise over to THE FUNHOUSE. what a great venue. right next to the spaceneedle, a huge smiling/grinning evil clown at the top of it. we start loading-in. shit. matt forgot his ID. we beg the manager so we dont have to drive back to get it. He says its all good. Then Laena realizes she doesent have hers. The bouncer smells a scam. we get back in the van, drive back to the hotel, hang out in the hotel, and head back over. we load-in and realize we are way early. we head up to the main drag, beacon, or 15th, or whatever its called. hit up some greek food. matt almost gets in a fight with the guy over whether anything has peanuts in it. meet some cool cats at the greek place say they may come check us out. we head back over to the funhouse, shots all around. we go on, and play easily the best show of the tour. midway through, the dudes from the greek restaurant show up. i start laughing and pointing at them and trying to solo. as we told them after the gig “everyone in LA always says that they’ll come to the gig” but never do. finished the gig, its raining outside in seattle. shocking right? everyone goes backstage and has some “fun” with some of the other bands. i spent time talking with a bunch of people who really dug the set. someone called us “pixies meet sonic youth”. I’ll take that any day of the week. laena is unbelievably bummed, call it a post-gig come down? the music isnt the most pleasing and cant be helping. everyone wants to get the hell out. get the biggest pay day of the tour. sweet. head back to the hotel, now everyones pretty buzzed and were laughing and joking about the misfits and all the merchandise they have for no reason really. crash at the hotel, until we were woken by pretty bad news.