Kona

After tearassing around North Seattle before confirming that house #4 is one we want to bid on, Viv and I, starving, skidded to a stop in front of the oft-passed, always curiously eyed Kona Kitchen at 85th. I’d read good things about the place, and as we walked in, I was a bit surprised to hear the somewhat loud, live slack-key music played by a motley assortment and fronted by a striking, fiftyish soprano. The place was filled with obvious family groups, and a clear majority of the men were, in fact, wearing Hawaiian shirts.

Viv and I were a bit overwhelmed by the volume at first (which really wasn’t that loud, we were just tired and hungry) but I ordered fish and chips and a Kalua pig and cabbage. Watching the musicians, it was clear that we’d walked into a gathering of people who all seemed to know one another and the songs being performed. We had a beer and settled in to watch and listen.

As it happened, the night’s performance was led by one Stephen Inglis, and he was assisted by a semi-rotating cast of musicians, three of whom appeared to be guesting. One of these folks wandered over to our table and asked Viv if she was from Hawaii, and we chatted with him for a bit. He, the woman who had been singing when we walked in, and a bassist all appeared to have played together for many years, and although I enjoyed Inglis’ performance, I was intrigued by the relaxed interplay of the older players. Unfortunately, I did not catch the name of the guy who wandered over to chat with us before working his way around the room – he clearly knew the majority of people there.

At any rate, the food was delicious, the music was relaxing, and watching the room was a hoot. I had the presence of mind to record five of the performances on the phone – theoretically in stereo – so bend an ear. I haven’t proofed or remastered these tracks, so expect warts.

Traveling backwards

“It’s sort of like hearing someone say that their love for Molly Hatchet and The Yes Group grew out of their youthful enthusiasm for Negative Trend and Throbbing Gristle. ” — The Greatest Bus Driver in the World on my enthusiasm for folk and traditional music.

What he doesn’t know is that I have in fact played covers of Allmann Bros. tunes, “Silver Dollar” in particular. 😉

Everybody's Yellin' Hurry Up

Viv and I had the pleasure of attending a show by the notable X spinoff band The Knitters Friday night at the Showbox. The Knitters were a semi-joke band that featured Exene Cervenka, John Doe, and DJ Bonebreak of X as well as the remarkable songwriter and guitarist Dave Alvin. They recorded a record, Poor Little Critter in the Road, which was released in the last days of Slash Records, around 1985. The record featured a mix of irreverent covers of American country songs and some jokey originals (cf. the LP’s title). Since then the band has released another record and become a primary touring vehicle for the musicians.

Poor Little Critter in the Road is without question the first time that I actually listened closely to country music and realized how much it had in common with punk rock, the music I came to the record from. Without it, I rather doubt I ever would have taken up the mandolin. Doe and Cervenka’s songwriting and music, like that of Dale Lawrence, helped form my worldview and musical taste. I expect to listen to them with the same interest interest twenty years from now as I did twenty years ago.

I saw X once the year Poor Little Critter in the Road came out, and they were on their last legs, bickering onstage. This made me sad, as the depth of my love for their first two records, Los Angeles and Wild Gift, burned bright in my nineteen-year-old heart and has never flagged. Since moving to Seattle, I have seen X a couple more times, but had missed the last couple visits by the band in the guise of the Knitters.

The addition of Dave Alvin to Doe and Cervenka’s songs is a happy one. Alvin moved to L.A. from Texas just before X formed, as I understand it, and so the players have known each other for some time indeed. Alvin’s amazing band at the time, The Blasters, remains a personal favorite. As I watched him crank out blistering solo after blistering solo tonight, I realized I had somehow overlooked to see him performing electric guitar live, although as I admire his songwriting very much, I have seen him more than once in acoustic settings.

The show opened with John singing “Silver Wings,” and they worked their way though a mixed set of country and old-time covers and both Knitters and X originals, happily for me including “This Must Be the New World.”

We met our friends Patrick and Kara at the show; Kara’s cousin Johnny plays bass for the band and had arranged for comps for us, kindly enough. I like buying tickets for shows, though, and so I prematurely did so in this case. Too bad! Ah, well, it’s a classic case of poor planning anyway – I should have brought my old X and Blasters and Knitters vinyl for inking, but it did not occur to me.

South Park

Some news and information regarding the neighborhood of South Park in Seattle. Recently, the Stranger featured a charming tale of the neighborhood association’s new meeting spot, a watering hole known as the County Line. Prior to that, the P-I featured not one but two stories concerning gang-related killings and community response in the one-square mile neighborhood directly to the south of Georgetown. In 1999, the P-I’s Regina Hackett also contributed a sunny survey of the neighborhood’s future.

The neighborhood association’s old-school website contains links to information about a number of things including some interesting historical data from the City of Seattle and Historylink.org.