Speaking as a Purple & Green fan, I am so looking forward to their show in Seattle on February 4 with Don't Talk to the Cops.
DTTTC are a swell match for these friends and well situated in the local psychogeography to foster an epidemic of Purple & Green appreciation.
Larry Mizzell Jr. of DTTTC has been attending to a worthy, sharp-tounged local hiphop column called My Philosophy in The Stranger for many years while also keeping up an informative website called
RainDropHustla. He is the sort of person who knits a community together and gives it that extra incentive to become more than a sum of its parts.
Just knowing that this show will happen makes me happy.
This is a fun little fluffy number:
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We are not that different, really. Just people.
This would partly explain his devotion to AMZN and gentlemen's empires in general.
My remark was intended only as a playful and speculative observation.
in my experience, getting crunk up in the club and having a good ass time to some funny funky music is universal. also, rob base and dj ez rock are awesome, and i applaud any and all jacking of their swag.
also, nothing is good unless you play with it/ allthat is good is nasty.
i would like to further thank dr j for taking the time and effort to personally make that cultural bridge btwn seattle and portland a more painless thang for me. one step further along the road to his original VBSTOP(S)*E vision.
*(dont forget zord in salem!)
VbStoPe is a geographical convention, an invitation to further variation and play, certainly not a dogma.
Anacortes, Victoria, Longview, Salem, Woodland, Vancouver, Corvallis, Ashland.... get in!
not to shamelessly bump this thread but i'm intrigued by this forum and also very excited about this show, as are the rest of DtttC.
periodically the lady info thread gets bumped and i'm always stoked when it happens
It's the proposition, more or less, that if the people of Vancouver, Bellingham, Seattle, Tacoma, Olympia, Portland and Eugene threw off their arbitrary, antiquated 19th Century jurisdictional boundaries, they could organize their affairs here more intelligently and democratically.
It's the thought that when I-5 was completed in the mid-sixties, it created a single 500-mile long city with a population of +8 million, the urban core of North Pacific America.
At the very least, it is the idea that creating critical social exchanges throughout the region is a worthy activity. We have a chain of social laboratories here. We should study their similarities and differences to learn how to live smarter and better.
Bands should build relationships in neighboring towns. Social justice activists should learn what is working down the road. Etc.
Stuff like that.
Also, a generic formulation like VbStoPe embraces the urban present, the actual, and an open, improvised future. It opposes implicitly Romantic lyrical nostalgic neo-feudal pseudo-national pastoral and retrograde regional names like, ugh.... Cascadia.
leaving this here. btw in the interest of NW unity i purchased purple & green's "right here" 12" via their bandcamp, you can too: http://purple--green.bandcamp.com/album/right-here-12-ep
Anacortes trip to the big city.
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Basically tagged.
and it was a good show
i was tagged as being in seattle. i met and urho hazed @lar206 his band was good fun too. the saturday night crowd got turnt the fuck out, as is our wont.
i made loud beats and laser sounds and fatha green was on an ecstatic upper level mind vibration all the way up to the end of the club spill out onto the sidewalk and then furthering on into the hamburger joint next door
then we went to the punk house and we all did the cooking dance until the wee hours
then i escaped the punk house and slept on a clean couch at the other homie's less punk but no less cool pad (new nicname for other homie is COOP or COOPER or Agent COOPER)
then i woke up like woah
then i hobbled to a coffee shop
then i picked up that crazy dude who was still at the punk house
he had made a nice egg scramble
then we went back to the club to look for justin's dobbs kit that he left in the back room, to no avail
then i peed in the hamburger joint next door
then we got on i5
then we got some of that olympia well water
then we went to calvin's house and the sunday paper and keys wer on the table, laundry was in the wash, but the man was not home
i dropped off some kids in his pool and washed my hands
then we went to old school pizza and had some slices
then we drove the rest of the way
then we went to mfp and i had a half a bloody mary
but i was faded
then i went home
WHAT A WEEKEND
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