Newly Digital: Professor Kalsey respectfully requests you submit your birth-of-computing memoir via the magic of Trackback.
Oh, you bet, Adam. But after the fine and sunny weekend.
[via the ever estimable Waxy.org]
Buy Comics Now
I’d be remiss in not noting both Fantagraphics‘ online plea for patronage and the P-I’s immediate front-page coverage.
I’ve also written a news story on this for Tablet and filed it, but, um, it ain’t up yet. I’ll be doing a follow-up for the print ish next week as well.
For those of you too lazy to follow the links, here’s the deal: Fantagraphics is hoping to raise an additional $80,000 over and above their usual monthly revenue. The money is needed in order to pay off some loans taken out a couple of years ago to make up some revenue lost when a former distributor went bust and stiffed the publisher for about $72 grand.
How do they hope to raise the money? By having you, the loyal, discriminating, intelligent lover of the superior comic product buy more than you normally would from America’s Least Businesslike Comic Company! Roughly, that is.
Anyway, that’s the deal. If you figure you might pick up a Fanta title sometime in the next five years, now’s the time to do it. Go to the website, pick yourself out somethin’ nice, and make with the credit card, baby.
OUR LIBRARY OPENS!
The Capitol Hill Branch of the Seattle Public Library opens today, finally, after a two-year construction process that sadly exactly coincided with the depths of the recession here. We might go have a look-see.
The Swains at the Little Red Hen, Greenlake
I neglected to blog our Thusday evening visit to Rosita’s and then the Little Red Hen in the seventies of Woodlawn, hard by Greenlake.
We had a couple of margaritas at Rosita’s along with dinner, and judging by the scope and scale of my hangover, they were much stronger than I thought they were at the time I consumed them.
The reason for venturing out of Capitol Hill into the uncharted Teva-and-Bjirkenstock reaches of furthest Greenlake, within eyeshot of the former Honey Bear, was dear former bandmate Barry Semple, formerly of the Bare Knuckle Boxers, The Hammerdowns, and occasionally also of Faith and Disease.
Barry is a precise, disciplined drummer who is also reliable as the sunrise, and this makes him an in-demand commodity in the Seattle music community. He’s been playing with the Souvenirs for some time as well, and that country gig landed him the one that saw him on the stage of the Little Red Hen with The Swains. Although the band mentioned their website onstage, I couldn’t raise it via Google; here are some tracks from a show on KEXP, without Barry, alas.
It was great to see Bear, and to hear this band; they play straight up honky-tonk country. In fact, the other big news of the night to me was the bar: it’s a straight-up honky tonk itself, apparently airdropped into the wilder reaches of our fair and Nader-lovin’ city from Concrete, or maybe Amarillo, circa 1972.
For me, this is great news. While it’s odd that I really enjoy seeing music in clubs where I’m likely to actually bump into the same rednecks that beat the crap out of me in high school, I vastly prefer the hipster-free vibe of a place like the Little Red Hen to the cooler-than-thou, let’s all stand around and frown scene that can develop at venues like the impeccably pedigreed Tractor Tavern.
Not to knock the Tractor – it’s a great place to play, and a great place to see a show. But it’s great to know about a joint that offers country music in its’ native environment, giant hats, dancing, torn red vinyl upholstery, and all.
No Lone Star, though, sorry to say.