What took you so long?
Ok. Time to divulge on the Seattle experience as we pass northwards before heading southwards and continually eastwards once more.
Time was spent thus.
The home of Starbucks and coffee has naturally given rise and expression to the thinking-man's internet cafe. This is a locale where you can imbibe a glorious beverage, a danish and surf the net.
That was most mornings, including my tendonitis escapade, which you already heard about.
The Hostel was conveniently located on 2nd Avenue, home to some ribald fellows of no fixed abode, but outside of their jocularity, the city was as safe as houses.
It's a smaller Vancouver essentially... Without Stanley Park and convenient access to 4,000 ft mountains.
After the sites, the Experience Music Project, Space Needle, etc., time was invariably spent at Shorty's, a cool little bar in Belltown (which is itself the home of grunge) and so on.
I went to a gig in the Crocodile Cafe, another supposed staple of the nascent grunge scene in the early nineties on the Saturday night and was duly horrified at proceedings.
Still tho', supposedly a gig is a success where a third of the people are ecstatic, a third non-plussed and a third walk out, so I walked out and went straight next door to Shorty's.
Mission accomplished by "Under The Influence of Giants".
Spent the final day searching for The Sound Garden in Magnuson Park. Arriving at said park was quite an undertaking in itself, however all was in vain.
The Sound Garden, the sculptured garden from which the seminal band: "Soundgarden", take their name, was closed to the public. Not only that, but the office that was to explain why it was closed to the public was also closed.
Game, set and match.
Still.
Seattle.
You Rock My World.
Time was spent thus.
The home of Starbucks and coffee has naturally given rise and expression to the thinking-man's internet cafe. This is a locale where you can imbibe a glorious beverage, a danish and surf the net.
That was most mornings, including my tendonitis escapade, which you already heard about.
The Hostel was conveniently located on 2nd Avenue, home to some ribald fellows of no fixed abode, but outside of their jocularity, the city was as safe as houses.
It's a smaller Vancouver essentially... Without Stanley Park and convenient access to 4,000 ft mountains.
After the sites, the Experience Music Project, Space Needle, etc., time was invariably spent at Shorty's, a cool little bar in Belltown (which is itself the home of grunge) and so on.
I went to a gig in the Crocodile Cafe, another supposed staple of the nascent grunge scene in the early nineties on the Saturday night and was duly horrified at proceedings.
Still tho', supposedly a gig is a success where a third of the people are ecstatic, a third non-plussed and a third walk out, so I walked out and went straight next door to Shorty's.
Mission accomplished by "Under The Influence of Giants".
Spent the final day searching for The Sound Garden in Magnuson Park. Arriving at said park was quite an undertaking in itself, however all was in vain.
The Sound Garden, the sculptured garden from which the seminal band: "Soundgarden", take their name, was closed to the public. Not only that, but the office that was to explain why it was closed to the public was also closed.
Game, set and match.
Still.
Seattle.
You Rock My World.
posted by Christophe at 5:56 a.m.
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